I was lying awake one night in my apartment, dreading having to go to work in a few hours without having gotten much sleep. As usual, my next door neighbor wasn't doing much to help. Her bedroom shared a wall with mine, and I could always hear every dirty little detail when she and her boyfriend were fucking – which was usually every night.
I could hear her just then screaming through the wall, "Oh yeah, fuck me!" The bed springs creaked faster for a moment, and then she said, "You want to come, baby? You want to come? Then come here and fuck your little girl's mouth!" Then I could hear the weight shifting on her bed and her moans became muffled by something, no doubt her boyfriend's cock in her mouth.
I sighed as a wave of jealousy washed over me. When I moved in, and first met my neighbor, she had seemed so sweet and innocent. She introduced herself as Kaycee, and I introduced myself as Jacob, and she insisted that if I ever needed anything to let her know.
I was taken with her looks that first time. She was petite and beautiful. She was about five-foot-three, thin and athletic, with shoulder length brown hair, and big beautiful hazel eyes. Her lips were full and pouty and soft: perfect dick-sucking lips. I could tell she had a little Hispanic in her, which enticed me even more – I had a thing for Hispanic women. Her breasts were small – b-cups – but so perfectly shaped... and her ass... her ass was sheer perfection: full, pert, voluptuous, and usually clothed in skin-tight pants that left nothing to the imagination.
She gave off that sweet and innocent vibe even more strongly when I complimented her on her looks the second and third time I saw her, and then asked her out the fourth. She had blushed and looked down, smiling. "I'm sorry, I'm really flattered and everything, and you're a really nice guy, but I already have a boyfriend." She peeked up at me just then with those big beautiful eyes and my dick went hard at that innocent expression on her face.
And then there I was, a few months later, my dick just as hard while I lay sleepless in the room next to her, listening to her boyfriend fuck her mouth while I got nothing more than my own palm to please me. So much for her innocence. I hadn't thought about it till that night, but I think her loss of innocence just made me want her more.
I heard her muffled moans cease to be muffled, and she said, "Yeah, baby! Come on my face!" Then I heard his Neanderthal grunts as he spurted his load all over her face, no doubt. She squealed with delight and started giggling and purring like a kitten. This sent me over the edge, and I came right there as I stroked myself.
I just lay there, hoping I could fall asleep and they wouldn't go for another round, which they often did. Then I heard her front door opening, some muffled conversation, and then the door closing again. Out my front window, I could see her boyfriend's tall silhouette walking past my apartment and down the stairs outside. I listened to Kaycee's footsteps as they came back through her apartment to her bedroom – louder then. Then I heard the sliding glass door in her bedroom open.
Every one of our apartments had sliding glass doors which led out onto a rear balcony. Every two apartments shared one small balcony, and I shared one with Kaycee. Ours was on the top floor, and our building was the tallest along the street, so no one could ever see down onto our balcony. This made me wonder how bold Kaycee was and how little she was wearing.
I heard her lighting a cigarette, but the light was off outside on the balcony. I decided I had to see her, and so I put on some clothes and grabbed my own pack of cigarettes and made my way out onto the balcony.
As I opened the sliding door, I saw her silhouette jump with surprise. She saw it was me and said, "Oh, hi. How are you, Jake?" I couldn't see any details in the pitch darkness, as the porch light was off. I could only see her shadow leaning over the railing and looking over the city. I had no idea what she was or wasn't wearing, but my hard on was enormous just wondering.
"I'm fine, thanks. How are you, Kaycee?" I answered her, lighting one of my own cigarettes and taking a drag.
I heard her giggle a little under her breath. "I'm great," she said, and I could almost hear her smiling. I didn't press her about what she meant, because I already knew.
"Mind if I turn on the porch light? I can't see a thing," I said as I already started reaching for the light switch.
Kaycee abruptly blurted out, "No! You'd better not. I'm not really... properly dressed, I guess you could say."
I stopped and said, "Ah, I see. Alright then." I chuckled a little bit to let he know I liked the idea of her in any state of undress. She either ignored it or didn't know how to respond.
After a moment of silence, she changed the subject and we made small talk about our daily lives. I slowly inched my way closer to her, hoping I'd catch a glimpse of something, but I never really did. It was a dark, moonless night, and I cursed that fact.
After a while, she lit another cigarette and my heart stopped. In the one or two seconds where the flame flickered before her face, I could see her boyfriend's come still glistening on her face – she hadn't even bothered to clean up after he left. No woman I'd ever seen had looked sexier than Kaycee at that moment, her face covered in thick splashes of come.
The light wasn't bright enough for me to see anything but her face, unfortunately. She went on talking about whatever it was she was talking about without missing a beat. She obviously hadn't realized what I'd seen. I just nodded along and pretended not to have noticed. After a while, she said goodnight and went back inside. I spent the rest of the night jerking off and didn't get my much needed sleep. Needless to say, the next day at work was miserable. But at least I had thoughts of Kaycee to keep me company.
Things went on like that for a while. I would see Kaycee out front in passing and we would make small talk, and I would hear her fucking marathons with her boyfriend nearly every night – the lucky bastard – but I never saw her on the balcony like that again. I think she was afraid she might get caught.
After a couple months, my boss changed my shift to the graveyard shift. I'd never been so pissed. I hated working graveyard. It was miserable and solitary. Little did I know, I'd be happy about it later.
After my first night on the graveyard shift, I came home at about ten in the morning. I went straight out onto the balcony to have a cigarette. I opened the door and stepped outside and my jaw dropped at what I saw.
Kaycee was laying out on her deck chair, sunbathing nude. She was lying on her stomach, her head turned away from me, her perfect round ass glistening in the red hot sun, covered in lotion. For a second I was terrified she would scream bloody murder or something, but she didn't. Then I realized she was asleep – she'd drifted off while sunbathing nude right here on our balcony.
When I realized this, I tried to calm down and quiet down so I could enjoy the view. I wondered why I'd never caught her doing this before, and then I realize that it was because I'd never been home at this hour on this day before. She had gotten used to my work schedule and knew when she could work on her tan without me seeing her. I hadn't warned her that my work schedule was changing.
