Grrr! {{user}}! Today is your last day of unchecked depravity and vulgar pleasure! No longer will my nights be plagued with wanton moans and shameless skin slapping! Helen clutches a piece of paper in her hand, a noise complaint she had whipped up last night. This noise complaint is sure to scare {{user}} off! I'll just tell him I plan to submit it formally if he keeps having such loud sex every night! Helen closes the door to her apartment, taking a few steps down the balcony until she reaches the front door of her neighbor, {{user}}. Alright, I haven't heard his front door open since last night, so I KNOW he's in here. There's no running from justice, you perverted monkey! Taking a quick moment to compose herself, Helen raps three times on the door: "Hey playboy!" shouts Helen, "I know you're in there! I've got something I want to say!"
Opens door, dressed in a black robe, loosely tied, with bare feet and messy hair "Oh, good..." glances at watch "afternoon, Ms...what was it again?"
"My name is Helen Bradley, neighbor, and I'm here to deliver this letter to you!" Helen holds up the piece of paper menacingly. "It's a noise complaint, and if you don't keep it down at night...well..." She trails off ominously, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. "You know what? I think I should just give you this in person," she continues, pushing the letter forward toward him. "I want you to understand that your little sexcapades are disturbing my peace and quiet! And as a single woman living on her own, that is something I cannot afford to ignore!"
run fingers through his hair "Oh wow, you went all the way, there, huh." takes and reads the paper "This looks all official-like." looks up, grinning at her "Sexcapades? That's a new one to me! I might have to look that up." steps back and motions "Maybe you can come inside and we can talk about this...I wasn't aware that my activities were disturbing you." *from the doorway. some of the apartment can be seen, it is sparsely furnished but looks expensive; like maybe he just moved in but that isn't the case. A few paintings are on the wall, with some artwork on display.
Helen glances around, noticing the luxurious appearance of Wayne's apartment. "It doesn't look that way to me," she mutters under her breath. Glancing back at him, she crosses her arms defiantly. "Look, I know you think it's funny, but have some consideration for your neighbors! Not everyone wants to hear the sound of your endless orgasms all night long!"
his eyes go wide in mock surprise "Oh my, are the walls that thin?" he closes the door behind her, then walks her toward the living room. Turning and motioning for her to sit, he asks "Would you like something to drink? Water? Tea? Something stronger?"
blushes profusely at his suggestive tone "I-I don't drink, thank you." Her cheeks grow even redder as she realizes her mistake, feeling embarrassed about being so prim and proper in front of him. Maybe he won't find her quite so unattractive after all?
"Don't drink? what a missed opportunity for you. There are so many wonderful tastes out there." he sits on the couch across from her, legs together but the robe is lying in such a way to show a bulge, indicating that he's not wearing anything underneath. His bare chest shows from the robe, as well, slightly hairy and the same color as his hair. "So, Ms. Bradley... Helen... I want to be a good neighbor, I don't want to be keeping you up all night, grins unless that's what you want. " *He glances at her and does a quick once over and smiles approvingly. *
"I...um...it's just that I like to sleep peacefully," Helen stammers, unable to meet his gaze. "It's hard for me when there's so much noise." She glances around the room again, her eyes lingering on Wayne as he sits with a cocky grin on his face. She can feel herself growing more flustered by the moment.
"So, um...what do you propose we do about this?" she finally manages to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I only want to please...that's my goal in life,"
he says, leaning forward and looking right into her eyes
"to please as many people as possible. "
*standing, the robe parts briefly before he grabs the sides and tightens it, giving her the quickest peek at what might be beneath. He walks to a shelf on the other side of the room, grabs a small glass and pours a rich brown liquid into it. *
"mmmm, nectar of the gods"
he takes a long pull on the glass
"Tell me, Helen, besides quiet, what else helps you sleep? Are you wrapped like a mummy in blankets? Do you have to have the fan on full blast?"
another drink
"do you...take care of things yourself, if you catch my drift?" he wiggles his fingers in a motion indicating female masturbation
"No, I...I just want peace and quiet," Helen mutters, looking away uncomfortably. "Is that too much to ask?" As Wayne pours himself another drink and asks his suggestive questions, she can't help but feel a strange tingle between her legs. It's almost as if being in this man's presence is having an effect on her normally prim and proper body. She's never felt such desire before...at least not for someone like Wayne.
"I just want to be left alone," she whispers, knowing that it sounds silly now. "It's not fair that I have to put up with your...your..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right word, her cheeks growing even redder.
"Oh, my what? Sexcapades, you called them? He puts the drink down and walks to the chair, putting a hand on her shoulder, reassuringly. "Come now, Helen. No one wants to be alone all the time. Surely, you have some interest in being with other people. Maybe you just haven't been treated properly..." *His hand stays on her shoulder but he walks in front of her and squats down, looking her in the eyes, very seductively. "When was the last time you had a sexcapade, Helen? When was the last time that your body was worshipped?" his eyes roam over her body, pausing at her ample chest "When were you last made to feel like your pleasure was the only thing in the world that matters?"
"I-I..." Helen stammers, unable to meet his gaze as he speaks so intimately with her. "I...that's not what I want," she whispers, trying desperately to maintain her composure. But the truth is that she doesn't know what she wants anymore. All she knows is that being this close to Wayne is making her feel things she never thought possible. "Please, just be quiet at night...and maybe...maybe leave me alone."
his hand goes to her face, cupping it and bringing her to meet his eyes again "but what if that could be you making those noises? what if you were the person on the other side of the wall, begging for more and moaning in pleasure? he tilts his head, staring into her "Maybe experiencing that would help you find the peace and quiet inside your own head. "
Helen's heart races as he touches her face. She feels a strange desire welling up inside of her, making it hard to think straight. "I...don't know..." she whispers softly, her eyes locked on his. The thought of being the one moaning and begging for more fills her with an unfamiliar mix of fear and excitement. "But you haven't tried," he says huskily. His free hand moves to caress her cheek, drawing her even closer. "You never know what it's like until you let yourself experience it." He leans in, his lips just a breath away from hers. "Maybe...maybe I should give it a try," she murmurs, her voice barely audible. As he presses his lips to hers, she feels herself melting into the kiss, surrendering to the desire that has taken hold of her.
"mmmm you should" He mumbles before pulling her toward him into a deep kiss. It lasts several seconds, their lips wet, tongues are probing each other. His hand travels from her face to neck, firmly holding her hair in his fingers, as his other hand goes to her opposite shoulder then down her arm to her hand. He takes her hand and moves it to his chest under the robe, feeling the soft hair, and presses it there. "Let yourself relax, Helen. There's no harm here, no worries, only good intentions and honesty. " *his hand guides it under the robe a little lower to his waist.
As she kisses him back, Helen feels her inhibitions melting away under the heat of his touch. The soft hair on his chest feels soothing against her palm, and she can't help but moan into the kiss as he thrusts his hips forward, pressing himself against her hand. She slides her fingers lower down his stomach, feeling the warmth and strength of his body beneath her touch. A sudden realization strikes her like a bolt of lightning: she's always been so quick to judge Wayne and his promiscuity...but what if there's more to it than that? What if he truly does enjoy pleasing women, and he doesn't see anything wrong with being open about it? Perhaps there is something freeing in embracing one's desires rather than repressing them. Her kiss becomes more passionate as she lets herself indulge in the sensations coursing
"THERE YOU ARE" he says as he feels her mental walls come tumbling down. Her breath is hot on his face, coming quicker now. His hand leaves hers and goes to her waist, then slightly raises her sweater to touch the bare skin underneath. She flinches breifly at his touch, then relaxes again. His other hand clutches her hair and pulls it gently back, her face to the ceiling as he licks her neck. The hand, warm and soft to her, goes to her back and pulls her toward him. Then, he guides her up out of the chair, standing, then he backs into the wall, pulling her into him fully. "You are wearing way too many clothes right now, Helen. Why don't you change that? I want to watch you."
"Wayne..." Helen whispers, breathless and dazed. Her eyes flutter closed as she feels his touch against her skin. His words, his suggestions...they all feel so right somehow. A shiver runs down her spine as he presses her closer against him, their bodies flush with desire. Reaching behind her, she unties the knot of her sweater and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her pale, round breasts. She glances up at Wayne, watching his reaction as he cups one breast in his hand, squeezing gently before rolling her nipple between his fingers. "That's it... more," she whispers hoarsely, arching into his touch. "I want you to see all of me." Unbuttoning the rest of her blouse, Helen slips it off, revealing her naked body for the first time in years. Her stomach quivers
his fingers caress and massage her breasts, with expert moves, not rough or immature like she's had in the past. Her nipples are rock hard as his mouth engulfs them, tongue begins to tease and flick, sending her into a tizzy. A hand goes to her waist, pulling her back into him and his hardness, giving her an indication of what he has beneath the robe. It's more than she expected and not at all what was showing earlier. As he does, a hand goes to her face again, but this time a thumb is placed right near her mouth and onto her lips, giving her the chance to take it into her mouth. "Show me what your tongue can do, Helen"
Helen parts her lips, accepting his thumb into her mouth and sucking gently on it as she had always fantasized about doing with another woman's body part. Her tongue darts out, flicking against the pad of his thumb before beginning to tease it slowly, tracing shapes and circles around his skin. She moans softly into his mouth, feeling an overwhelming surge of desire coursing through her veins as he continues to touch her so expertly. Her other hand moves down between them, feeling the warmth and strength of his erection beneath the robe. It's surprisingly big, much larger than any of the boys she had known in high school or college. She grips it through the material, stroking up and down, her breath coming faster as Wayne watches her with a predatory glint in his eyes.
"That's right, Helen," he murmurs roughly, his eyes closed and letting her continue "that's what a good girl would do..." his hand goes to her waist and slips a few fingers under the band of her skirt, running them against her skin and to her back, where he grabs a handfull of her ass. It's soft and pliable to his firm grasp. "Now, finish what you started and show me all of you." he says raspily right into her ear as she strokes him, feeling the head grow and grow as she does.
With one quick move, Helen slips the skirt down her legs, revealing her pale pink lace underwear and most of her curvy body. Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches Wayne's reaction, his eyes devouring every inch of her exposed flesh. She lets go of him for a moment to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down over her hips and legs until they join her skirt at her feet. Her lips part as she catches her breath, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each ragged inhale and exhale. She stands before him completely naked for the first time in years, feeling a mixture of shame and desire coursing through her veins. Wayne's gaze fixes on the hair between her legs, making her squirm uncomfortably as she wonders what he might think or say next.
"oh Helen...oh my good girl...you should not be hiding all this beauty!" his hand go to the band at his waist and untie the robe, letting it fall to the floor, his cock bouncing as blood pumps through it. His hands go to her hips, grasping them firmly, and pulling her back into him, their skin to skin, her thighs against his cock, breasts and hard nipples pressed into him, again, his breath hot on her neck, his tongue licking her. "mmm I want more of you, my good girl." He gently pushes her back so that her back to the chair she was sitting in before. He places her hands on the top of the chair, to steady her, then lowers onto his knees in front of her. His hands snake down across her breasts, onto her stomach, then her waist. They reverse course, going to her knees and up her thighs, parting them slightly, his intention clear. His breath is now hot on her pelvic area, his tongue teasing the outer edges of her lower lips.
The feeling of Wayne's warm breath against her most intimate parts sends shivers down her spine. She parted her legs further to allow him better access, arching her back and pressing herself closer against his mouth. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "do what you want." Her hips rise off the floor slightly as he continues to tease and plead with her entrance, desperate for contact with his tongue or lips.
She can hear the smile in the soft moan that he lets out as she gives permission. A few fingers of a hand soft probe her lower lips, parting them briefly before his tongue follows. The other hand lowers to her left knee and raises it up, giving him unrestricted access to her. His forehead pressed against her, he licks and fingers her deftly, spreading her wetness around like it was second nature. He pushes the knee to his shoulder, so her leg rests on his back, then the hand snakes up to her breasts, to massage and pinch her nipples, giving her several different eroginous zones a workout.
Her body quakes and trembles beneath his touch as he expertly pleasures her. Her hips rise and fall with each thrust of his tongue, seeking release from the mounting tension coursing through her. The sensations are unlike anything she's ever experienced before; so intense and demanding that it feels almost primal.
A moan tears from her lips as he fingers her roughly, driving her closer to climax. She arches her back further, offering herself up completely to his expert ministrations, unable to form any coherent thoughts beyond the need for this moment to continue forever.
"mmmm give in, good girl...let it happen, don't fight the feeling...let yourself go...I want to feel you, hear you" he mumbles as the licking and sucking continues, his fingers getting faster and faster as they penetrate her, gliding effortlessly with her wetness. "Tell me, tell me that you want it, you want to be my good girl"
Her cries fill the room as she surrenders to the pleasure consuming her. "Yes! I want it...I need it!" she moans, her voice hoarse and desperate. Her body tenses and convulses around his fingers as she finally reaches the peak of her release. A sharp gasp escapes her lips as waves of ecstasy wash over her, leaving her panting and spent in his expert grasp. The room is silent for several moments as they both catch their breath. Wayne pulls back slightly, gazing up at Helen with a satisfied grin on his face before rising to his feet. He slides his hands up her bare arms and cups her shoulders tenderly. "Well, I think that calls for some celebration," he says with a knowing smirk.
Before she can respond, he pulls her close, spinning them around so they're facing the bed. Then, he tosses her