A few years ago I was living alone in an apartment block downtown. I was single at the time after breaking up with a guy a few weeks earlier. My emotions were still a little raw from how we had split up and I had made a promise to myself to take a little break from dating for a while. Just spend a little time enjoying being single. Men had always paid me a lot of attention so trying to stop myself from flirting back to them was harder than I thought; but I was doing my best.
There was a middle aged man who lived on the same floor as me. I had never really talked to him but whenever he saw me in the hallway as I either left or returned from work he would always smile at me and say, "Good morning miss," or "Good evening miss." That was the extent of any communication until one Friday evening when I arrived home from work. The middle aged man was walking down the hallway from my side of the building. He gave me another smile and said, "Good evening miss." I smiled back at him saying, "Good evening." He walked past me and continued to his apartment. I got to my door and happened to glance down the hallway as I was opening my door and noticed he was also looking at me as he opened his own door. That's when I walked into my apartment and saw a note on the floor that had been slipped under my door. I picked up the note and read it.
'If you ever feel the urge to be taken and fucked harder than you have ever been fucked before then knock on 7A after midnight. I will give you the biggest orgasm of your life and fuck you harder than you even realize you can take. Daddy will be waiting for you.'
I stood there staring at the note in my hand feeling a little shocked at what I had just read. Then suddenly I realized who the note was from. He had just passed me in the hallway. No wonder he had glanced at me as he entered his apartment. He knew I was about to discover his dirty little note. I sat down on my couch not really knowing how to feel about the note. This man had greeted me whenever we passed in the hallway and now I know he had probably been thinking about fucking me every time he had smiled at me. This man looked like he was almost as old as my own father and he was definitely not the type of man I had ever been attracted to before. Suddenly a feeling of anger came over me. How dare he leave me a filthy note like this. How was I ever supposed to feel comfortable if I saw him in the hallway ever again.
I was so angry at this man but suddenly something happened that surprised the hell out of me; I felt that familiar tingle start deep inside me. That little tingle that starts so small but soon becomes an overwhelming urge to touch myself. That feeling of becoming so horny that my hand is already sliding up the inside of my thigh before I've even realized what I'm doing. My hand sliding under my skirt as I lay back on the couch. My fingers slowly rubbing against my panties that are getting moister by the second. I couldn't stop reading the note.
'Daddy will be waiting for you'
The words echoed around my mind as my fingers slipped beneath the hem of my panties. Sliding my fingers down my now wet slit. The thought of this man wanting to fuck me harder than I've ever known was turning from a feeling of anger to a feeling of overwhelming lust. I moaned as I slid two fingers into my pussy. A gasp escaping my lips as I arched my back, fucking my pussy with my fingers. I was so wet and so turned on as my wet fingers found my clit, flicking side to side. My nipples so hard that as I squirmed they rubbed against my shirt sending shivers of pure bliss though my body. Clit throbbing between my fingertips as I gasped so hard needing to bring myself to orgasm. Imagining what this man had been thinking about doing to me as I squealed and bucked against my fingers. I came so fucking hard as I imagined this stranger taking me like the slut he wants me to be.
I lay gasping on the couch feeling like some dirty little whore for doing what I had just done. Starting to feel a little ashamed for allowing this man's dirty little note to get to me. I pulled myself together and poured myself a glass of wine after scrunching up the note and tossing it into the trash. After a little more wine I got undressed and went to bed. I tossed and turned for what seemed like hours as I tried to go to sleep, but I was already starting to feel horny once again. Unable to get the note out of my head. I climbed out of bed and walked to my apartment door and stood there in panties and a tee shirt. Not believing what I was thinking about doing. I put my forehead against the door and closed my eyes talking out loud to myself.
"Go back to bed Jessica. Stop thinking what you are thinking. You are not this kind of girl. Go back to bed and... ", that's when I opened my door and starting walking down the hallway towards apartment 7A.
