Boxes, boxes, boxes, my world is surrounded by boxes. I have just moved into a new apartment and I am enjoying the view of all my possessions arranged neatly within large brown boxes stacked in rows amongst the furniture in every room. Moving is a process and this part is orderly, precise and geometrically pleasing. When the next phase begins, order becomes chaos and life begins, similar to the first stirrings of one-celled microbes in the primordial soup.
Out of the 'kitchen' box I extract a coffee maker, a plastic container of coffee capsules and a few coffee mugs. Out of the cooler box comes a container of milk and some orange juice, three bottles of beer and a large bottle of seltzer. Life begins.
After making my first cup of coffee I survey my domain and I am happy about my choice of this apartment. It is a nice 2-bedroom on the corner of a moderately tall building with plenty of light and a spacious terrace off the living room/dining area facing the sea. The master bedroom is large with an en suite bathroom and a dressing room that has built-in cabinetry and plenty of hanging space. Perfect for a neat, single guy. The large windows in this bedroom face another building in the complex about 100' away but there is light and a view to the water. The second bedroom is a bit smaller but it also has an en suite bathroom and two large closets, so it suits my needs for an office/guest room. I am glad to have found this place and look forward to settling in.
After unpacking several boxes and putting some miscellaneous items in their proper place, I took a coffee to the terrace and enjoyed the view and the fresh air. There is something about sunlight and the smell of the sea that is invigorating and calming at the same time. My thoughts went to relaxing out here with a cold martini and watching the sunset. In the meantime, I knew that there was work to be done and had to get to it.
After a couple of hours of unpacking and sorting, I was feeling more comfortable in my new place so I stripped off my shorts and tee shirt and continued working in the nude. A personal preference, I have always enjoyed the nude lifestyle and frequented nude beaches whenever possible. Being naked is liberating and just feels natural so this way of living has been a part of my life for many years.
During my first day, I managed to unpack quite a few boxes, hung up and stored most of my clothes and got the linens put into the respective closets and, at the end, I arranged for some take-out food to be delivered. I took a hot shower to soothe aching muscles and prepared to have dinner after a cold martini on the terrace at sunset.
Walking naked onto the terrace facing the sea was everything I imagined it would be and the evening was perfect. As the sun went down, I saw lights from several boats twinkling in the distance and the lights from other apartments shine out into the darkness. I happened to notice another fellow standing on the terrace of the adjacent building seemingly enjoying the same pastime as I. He was naked as well but held a rocks glass with amber liquid instead of a martini signaling his personal choice of beverage. As he looked out to sea, he turned his head in my direction and raised his glass, offering a long-distance toast. I acknowledged his gesture and we shared a drink at a distance, ending a great day.
After having my dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, I went into the bedroom to watch some TV before going to sleep. This was a routine that I had and lying in bed with only the light from the TV served as a distraction from the labors of the day. Looking out the window I noticed a pale silver glow coming from the bedroom of the building opposite, apparently another person having a similar habit. A long day and plenty of exercise helped put me in a mood to sleep so it was not long before the TV was switched off and the evening came to an end.
I awoke early and got to feel the early morning sun on my terrace with a steaming coffee. It was a pleasant start to the day, but I was not alone in enjoying it. I looked across to the other terrace and saw the fellow from last evening reading the newspaper. After a few minutes I went back inside to get some breakfast and prepare myself to continue with the chore of unpacking the final boxes. It will be a nice feeling to be finished moving and starting to enjoy my new neighborhood.
During the day I went to the grocery store for supplies so I could stop ordering take-out food and completed my other tasks by late afternoon. I took a quick shower, made a martini and went to the terrace to unwind. As I sat naked in my lounge chair I looked across towards my neighbor and saw him sitting at his bistro table with a drink close by. He waved hello to me and I returned the gesture, watching him get up to go inside. He was naked as well so clearly we had a lot in common.
After watching the sunset, I proceeded to make dinner and then got comfortable in bed with a book. As I was turning the pages I happened to look across to my neighbor's bedroom and noticed someone in a sexy black chemise walk into the bathroom. I watched for several seconds before returning to my book only to be distracted by further movement in the window. The person in the chemise left the bathroom and walked towards the bed, stopping to stare out of the window for about 10 seconds, enough time for me to get a good look. Clearly this was the same fellow that I see on the terrace but now he was wearing a brunette wig and the black chemise. I had to admit that he looked very sexy and I was starting to get aroused.
As I continued to stare my neighbor looked directly into my window as if to ask if I was enjoying the show and, without thinking, I nodded my approval. Almost on cue, he turned and walked slowly back to the bathroom, accentuating the movement of his hips under the flimsy fabric. Sadly, I went back to reading my book but I could not get the image of this young fellow out of my mind.
Looking back towards his window I was pleased to see him come back into the room but this time in a sheer pink teddy. He looked so erotic that I couldn't resist stroking the rock-hard cock in my lap. He walked to the window again, staring at me as I pleasured myself, and began to rub his nipples through the sheer fabric. In a few moments I had an amazing pulsing orgasm that shot semen up onto my chest, at which point I used my fingers to mop it up and feed it into my mouth. While I licked up my cum, I watched as my neighbor took his stiff dick out of the teddy and masturbated, shooting a load of cum into his hand then licking it up before going back into the bathroom. A nice end to the day for both of us.
The work week started and the pleasure of the first weekend in my new apartment became a wonderful memory. In the evening, as I relaxed with some TV or a book, I could not get the events of the prior Sunday, or my beautiful neighbor, out of my mind. Each night I hoped to be treated to another show but it appeared that people have other priorities during the week so there was no erotic encore. I looked forward to the weekend in anticipation of possibly seeing my neighbor again and the fun that came along with the display.
Usually Friday evening was a time to unwind and have a light dinner with a beer or two in one of the local restaurants. Since I was in a new part of town, I had to discover new places and hoped that one of the nearby bar/restaurants would offer the right atmosphere for a relaxed meal. I decided on a small but apparently popular place that was a short walk from my apartment for my first foray into the neighborhood. I took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer while I glanced over the menu and looked around at the crowd. There was a buzz to the room and people were talking and laughing so the place had a nice feel to it. The crowd was relatively young, diverse and professional. It was easy to make small talk and everyone seemed friendly.
As I was finishing my dinner, I noticed a young female enter the bar and she looked very familiar. As she took a seat off to one side, I studied her features and came to realize that she was the same person that I watched from my window last Sunday night. Not only did my neighbor like to wear sexy lingerie at home but he looked good enough to go out as a female and was comfortable in the role. The bartender greeted her warmly and some of the other patrons also said hello so it appeared that she was a regular customer.
I had just finished my beer when the bartender walked over and said, "The lady at the end of the bar would like to buy you a martini but since she is unsure of your preference, she asked that I inquire before making it. What would you like, sir?"
Smiling, I looked over at the young lady who responded with a sly smile of her own, and I told the bartender that I would prefer Stoli, straight up, with a twist. He nodded and went to prepare my drink.
Being polite I rose from my seat and walked to the young woman to say thank you, arriving just as the bartender placed the drink on the bar next to her. "Thank you for the drink, Miss?"
"Katherine, but my friends call me Kat," she replied.
"Pleasure to meet you, Kat. I'm Ron."
