I was in my late twenties when I landed my dream job at a company in Washington state. The move would take me all the way across the country for the first time in my life, away from any friends and family I had, but it was worth it.
Putting in my two weeks notice at the company I'd been with since my junior year in college, I started planning the drive and getting excited for the next major stage in my life. My coworkers threw me a going away party the night before I left, and early the next morning I was on the road.
The drive itself went great, though it was by far the most time I'd ever spent in a car, and after about 3 days on the road I found myself pulling into a small town just outside Spokane. I had a couple of days to get settled into my new apartment, and I was more than ready to stretch out on a nice, cozy bed after sleeping in the car so much.
Unfortunately, the furniture hadn't arrived when it was supposed to, and the floor would be my bed for a few days. Not only was the furniture late, but the manager of the complex forgot I was arriving and I had to make several calls to various phone numbers before I could get ahold of anyone that could let me in and give me a key.
By the time I got into the apartment, it was nearly 10 PM and a soaking rain had started falling, making unloading the car a herculean task. Most of my clothes got pretty damp, and I wound up just leaving most of the boxes for the morning, hoping for a little better weather.
While it did stop raining overnight, the morning air was muggy and I struggled to unload the rest of my stuff as the humidity clung to my body. Suffice to say, I was miserable and starting to wonder if I'd made the right choice by moving to such an inhospitable place.
It was late morning before I'd finished unloading and cooled down enough to even think about eating, and I realized I would need to go out and get food if I planned on eating more than the cardboard holding my belongings. As I locked the door on the apartment, a sound behind me caused me to drop my keys. Spinning around, expecting at that point to be seeing a mugger or someone trying to kill me, I was greeted instead by a very pretty woman.
Her brown hair came down to just below her cheeks and she was wearing what appeared to be workout clothes. She was just a little shorter than my 6-foot frame, and her eyes had me lost for words. Thankfully, her voice brought me back to reality.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to say hi and introduce myself. I'm Kylie. My husband and I live just next door," she said, pointing to the door just a few feet away.
"Oh, hi. I'm Jonathan. Well, Jon," trying to sound cool wasn't working.
She smiled and I could tell she was holding a laugh in.
"I saw you unloading your car when I left for my run. It looked like you were having a little too much fun. Did you get everything in alright? Is there anything you need?"
"I think so. I mean, I got most of it. My furniture is supposed to be here soon, I think. I'm coming from North Carolina, so I don't really have much yet. I was just heading out for some food." I tried to sound as nonchalant as I could, reaching down to grab my keys as I spoke.
"There's a great Thai place downtown if that's your thing. Otherwise, it's mostly typical fast-food places around here. Unless you wanted to cook at home, which, like, who does that anymore?" she chuckled, her cheeks seeming to turn a light shade of red. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Feel free to drop in and say hi anytime. My husband works constantly, but I'm home most days and would be happy to help if you need anything," she said, smiling before turning to walk back to her apartment.
My stomach was happy to see her leave, but the rest of me would have been happy to have her stick around. She was married, but that didn't stop me from thinking about how good she looked, or from checking out her ass in the tight pants she was wearing as she walked away.
Making sure the door was locked, I made my way to the car and headed out. It didn't take me long to find something to eat, with a quick trip to a drive-through down the street helping to ease my hunger, but I needed a bit more in the long term. As funny as Kylie's joke about cooking had been, I actually did enjoy making food at home and a secondary trip to the grocery store provided a few days' worth of food.
Returning home, I found myself unloading the car once more before settling in on the living room floor with my laptop. I wanted to update everyone on social media, letting my friends know I'd safely arrived and maybe vent a little about how things had gone to that point. I'd just gotten logged in when I heard something through the wall I was leaning against.
I wasn't sure what it was at first, and I was a little more than irritated that the walls would be so thin between the apartments. As I listened, it sounded like someone was moaning. My initial instinct was to think they were in pain, but after a couple of minutes I realized it was more like pleasure. They were either having sex, or really enjoying some alone time.
Looking around the room, it suddenly hit me that the wall I was leaning on was the one that bordered Kylie's apartment. Was she over there with someone? She said her husband was gone most of the time, so maybe she was blowing off some steam alone.
Either way, the mental image of her naked made its way to the front of my mind. Even with a shirt on, I could tell she had some amazing breasts, and her ass looked like it would have been very slappable as it ground against me.
Her moans, along with the image I was painting, caused a physical reaction in the form of a bulge in my pants. It had been a while since I'd been with anyone, having ended my most recent relationship months prior, and thinking about Kylie with her hand between her legs really got me going.
Putting my own hand down my shorts, I started stroking my shaft as I listened. I moved slowly at first, letting the feeling build. Pre-cum was leaking out as I picked up the pace, keeping up with the intensity of her moans. I could tell she was getting close, and I wanted to time up my climax with hers as if we were in the same room.
After a few intense moments, I felt the pressure building and I leaned back, pressing even harder against the wall and pulling my penis out into the open air. Kylie started moaning even louder, finally pushing me over the edge. Cum spewed all over me, covering my bare chest and stomach. As if on cue, the moaning from next door faded and I found myself sitting in silence again, now covered in my own orgasm.
After a shower, I went back to what I'd been doing, this time a bit more relaxed. I thought that would be it for the day, until I heard Kylie again later that night, only this time she was clearly with someone. I assumed it was probably her husband, and the sound of their moans was accompanied by the sound of something very wet being slapped over and over. My imagination took over again, with my dick being the one to make her scream and moan with pleasure. It was like watching porn with the images flashing through my mind to match the sounds I was hearing, and I couldn't help but think of how lucky her husband was at that moment.
The sounds of sex over the next few weeks were present a lot less often than I expected given how that first day had gone. My furniture finally arrived, several days later than it was supposed to, and I started with my new company. I'd see Kylie occasionally, usually on her morning run as I was leaving for work, but we didn't really interact all that much.
I settled into a nice routine over the first month or so where I'd get up, shower, go to work, come home and have a couple drinks with dinner before playing games on my PC or watching some TV. It wasn't as exciting as I'd thought it would be, but I was happy to spend my non-working hours in my own little world.
Occasionally, I'd take my evening beverage, usually a beer but sometimes something a little stronger, out on the back patio to enjoy some of the nice evenings that accompanied the early summer. Each apartment had its own little slab of concrete just outside the back door, with a couple walls providing a little bit of privacy.
Most nights it was pretty peaceful. There weren't really any kids in the complex, and most of the residents kept to themselves, so I could sit outside and look up at the stars with no interruptions.
