I had just wrapped a towel around myself when I thought I heard a light knock at my door. After working a 12-hour shift, the last thing I wanted was company. I had raced home, stripped and jumped into a hot shower. All I wanted now was to open a bottle of shiraz, throw a frozen pizza in the oven and snuggle under my favorite blanket in front of the fire.
I heard it again, slightly louder. I dragged the towel down my body to dry myself off as much as possible, dropped it in the hamper and grabbed my robe. I cinched it around myself as I walked towards the front door and looked out the peephole. My cheeks immediately went hot as I saw who was standing there. I glanced at myself in the hall mirror. My face was rosy from just being scrubbed clean and damp tendrils of hair falling from my loose bun framed my face. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Hi Bill," I greeted my super-hot neighbor.
"Hi Nanc," he drawled, looking me up and down. "Good to see you."
"Nice to see you, too," I smiled, dragging one hand up to my bustline, holding the robe tightly closed.
"Did you just finish a 12-hour shift?" he asked.
"Yes," I nodded, wondering why he was at my door with a pizza and a bottle of red wine. It was like he had read my mind. Fuck, that was a scary thought.
I was starving and pretty damn close to drooling, over the pizza and over him. His thick thighs were encased in skin tight dark denim. His massive hands dwarfed the items he was holding. He was wearing a flannel in my favorite shade of blue and his perfectly shaped bald head was covered by a black knit hat. My already damp pussy grew wetter and my nipples threatened to poke holes in my cotton robe.
"I figured as much. You've been gone before me and home after me all week," he said. "Please tell me you're beginning a 3-day weekend."
"I am," I admitted.
"I see you come and go with groceries often enough that I know you're a fan of eggplant so that's what I ordered. Have dinner with me?" His voice had a slightly pleading tone as if he knew I was about to say no.
"Bill..." I began.
"You owe me," he teased.
"I offered to pay you," I reminded him, looking towards my purse on the bench in my entryway.
"And how will you do that when you don't have your wallet?" he wondered.
"I...wait, what?!?" I asked, letting go of the door and reaching for my purse. The zipper was open and even before I started digging inside, I knew by the weight that something was amiss. It was lighter than usual.
Bill had planted himself in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, his outstretched boot keeping the door from closing. He looked so damn tempting with his pizza and wine and that megawatt smile that was always planted on the most handsome face I had ever laid eyes on.
"Do you have my wallet, Bill?" I asked him.
"Yup," he grinned even wider.
"If you return it, I will gladly pay you for the oil change," I told him.
"You know Nanc, I gotta say...as your hero, I'm insulted. Shouldn't I be able to choose my own reward?" he mused.
I sighed, dropping my purse back on the bench, my hands instinctively going to my hips. I was clearly going to lose this battle.
"The way I see it, you have only two options here. You can let me in before the pizza gets cold and share dinner with me. Or, you can continue to stand there with your robe gaping open and strip search me until you find your wallet," he smirked.
I gasped, looking down. I was showing so much cleavage, I was almost showing nipple. I yanked my robe together, my entire body flushing under his intense gaze. Those damn green eyes of his that always seemed to sparkle. Mine were green but dull. Everything about me was dull compared to him.
"You know where the kitchen is," I snapped as I turned my back on him and headed into my bedroom to change. As I shut the door, I heard him practically howling with laughter.
I pressed my back to the door, trying to get my bearings. He was in my condo. My hot neighbor who had lived below me for the past 16 months was in my personal space. There was not one surface in my home that I had not dreamed of him taking me on. The kitchen counter, the dining room table, the couch, the plush rug in front of the fireplace...
That vision had been one of my favorites. The glow of the fire lighting up our bodies as we came together, as he came down over me, filling me with his meaty cock and making me cum. I knew it would be meaty. His tight jeans provided a perfect outline.
I had dreamed of him every time I plunged my dildo deep inside my pussy and rubbed my clit until I flew apart in a million pieces, moaning his name. I always held my breath after, wondering if he had heard me, if he could possibly know what I was doing.
I turned to look at my bed, my mind drifting to my thoughts of him there. I had envisioned him bending me over the side as he thrust into me from behind, of me laying on my back and him pulling me toward the end as he stood and powered into me, my ankles resting on his shoulders as he filled me to the core, rubbing my clit between his fingers, demanding that I cum on his cock. And then my favorite...me sprawled in the middle as he came down over me, completely covering me, his fingers digging into my hair as his tongue fucked into my mouth just as fast as his cock would fuck into my tight, dripping pussy.
"Nanc," Bill called from the other side of the door, startling me. "You are coming back, right?"
"Y...yes," I piped up, snapping myself out of my trance. "Be right there!"
I flung my robe off as I walked toward my dresser. I pulled every drawer open, trying to quickly decide what to wear. Without much time before he came looking for me again, I tugged a cami over my head, covered it with my oldest, softest sweatshirt and then dragged on a pair of basic black yoga pants. Like it or not, this would have to do. I pinched my cheeks and put on some lip gloss before heading to the door. As I grabbed the handle, I realized my hand was shaking and I rested my forehead against the door, breathing in and out, trying to calm myself. With one last deep breath, I yanked it open and came face-to-face with Bill who handed me a glass of wine.
"Uh, thanks," I grasped it, took a huge gulp and immediately started coughing.
"Whoa...slow down, sweets," he said, his hand going around me to rub my back. His huge palm soothed me and burned me at the same time. I could feel his heat through my layers and my entire body came alive. He had taken off his flannel and his massive chest was encased in a tight black long sleeve t-shirt. I couldn't look away but I knew he was waiting for me to respond.
"I'm...I'm okay, thanks," I assured him.
"You sure?" he asked, moving his hand to cup my elbow.
I looked down at his fingers as I nodded. They were so thick and so long. What would they feel like, what would they look like on my naked skin? I raised the glass to my lips and took a quick sip, needing some liquid courage in order to propel one foot in front of the other and walk away. And that's when I saw it, the end of some gauze that disappeared up his arm.
"What the...?" I turned and sat my wine on the mantel before facing him again and grabbing his wrist. I tried to push his sleeve further up his forearm but it was impossible with the bandaging and his muscle. "What did you do?"
