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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I hate doors slamming. And then the shout I’ve never quite grasped what it referred to: “Get oan wi it ya fud!”. That is my very skinny pale neighbour imposing herself on her very skinny pale partner. Idling around the multi-storey, dragging their feet to the lift, smiling sweetly at children coming home from school. Which reminds me. I am off, like the whole weekend off! I don’t even remember when I last had a childfree weekend. Oh, yes, before. Before, for sure.
My life has lately been divided in Before and After. Although I could perfectly function in the mundane life, being the same sweet big shot lawyer’s secretary with the crazy kid, I was for the last half a year dominated by one urge. An urge that grew and grew and got stronger with every day that passed and every sweaty night that made the daytime anticipation so much worthy. A definitely “After” urge. That is After my 5 years of not…well…nada, nichts, nothing and nobody to …. I don’t even know how to put it. Befriend my vagina?! Sorry, tacky, but you got the idea. Now, I can’t control it. My pussy is literally permanently craving, I am wanking any chance I get, and can’t stop the tingling sensation every time I see a cock bulging. Yes, even if it’s just a temporary bulging of the guy sitting next to me in the bus, staring at my protruding nipples. Fuck those guys. I mean it. Well, it only happened once.
Today is Friday. I had planned a hot meet with my friends for tonight. Few days ago, Roger sent me pictures of the type of collar they wanted me to wear. It was Robbie’s wish. Well, her name was Roberta but if I called her that she would slap me, and slap me hard ,,“as lessons for you are never memorable enough” she keeps on saying. I still have an hour or so to kill until the meet, so I decide to take my time in the shower. When it hits me. I know whom to talk to. You see, one night I was about to play with the shower as I like the sensation of that strong jet of water inside me, but while unscrewing the heavy shower head I dropped it and made a beautiful irregular hole in the acrylic bath. I turn off the shower, I quickly put a robe on my wet body and go to my 16th floor Polish neighbour. He must be a plumber or at least must know somebody who is.
I knock on the door and this massive Polish guy opens with the largest of grins. He sits there in his boxers with a bottle of vodka in his hand and old torn slippers. His toned body is rather sunburnt, and I can tell by his nails he is doing some manual type of labour. “Hi, sorry to bother you, are you a plumber by any chance?” I avoid his direct gaze and stare at an undefined point behind his head. “No, but common in, neighbour!” I quickly check his cock shape in his boxers. Hard to tell anything. I don’t want to bother, but something is telling me I am not. I hesitantly step in.
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