A couple of Christmas's ago, I was single and about to head for bed when I heard someone get out a car (probably a taxi) then struggle with the front door to our block of flats (I am on the ground floor).
It went on for a little while, so I put on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts and went out into the hall, where I saw through the glass door the girl from upstairs obviously d*unk and unable to get in.
I opened it for her and quickly realised that there was no way she was in a condition to find her way up the stairs, or use the lift.
So I helped her up the stairs. I even had to find her keys in her bag and open her door.
I was worried she might fall and hurt herself once inside, so I led her to the sofa, sat her down and made her a cup of coffee to try to sober her up a bit.
We started to chat and she told me she had been on an office night out.
She thanked me for helping her up the stairs then this lovely creature nearly half my age launched herself at me, sitting on my lap and kissing me full on the lips.
I couldn't help responding at first as she is very cute and pretty. But then my sensible head took over and I said to her that this wasn't right as she had a boyfriend (who she lives with) and I don't like people cheating on their partners.
She said he would never know as he was in the USA working during the festive period, she was lonely, had always fancied me and that she wanted me to fuck her. "They don't call me naughty nurse Naomi (not her real name by the way) for nothing" she said.
I told her to control herself and I pushed her back to her side of the sofa.
But, every so often, she would lean over and grab my erect cock under my loosely fitting football shorts or expose her breasts and grab my hand to place it on her hard little nipples.
It was very inviting and at one stage I allowed her to put my hand down the front of her jeans so I could feel the wetness through her panties.
However, my conscience wouldn't let me go any further.
I was hoping she would sober up. The angel on one shoulder wanted her to be in such a fit state that I felt confident of leaving her in a condition where she could not injure herself. The devil on the other shoulder wanted her to be in a fit state so that, if we did go further, she could not accuse me of rape or anything.
In the end, even though she was still d*unk, I thought it best to leave as I did not want any hassle, or to make her cheat on her boyfriend, who is a really nice guy who did not deserve that.
The next morning, I knocked on her door to check she was okay. She was rather sheepish and told me it had all been a big mistake. I said I just wanted to know if she was alright, that I realised that anything that happened was just because she was d*unk and that I would never mention it to her boyfriend.
She has hardly spoken to me since (we were always chatty if we bumped into one another in the corridor before). I think she was embarrassed by what happened and is maybe angry that I had even gone into her flat with her and put her in that position. Some female friends have suggested that she might be more angry that I refused her advances.
Fortunately, she is still with her nice boyfriend, so I am pretty sure I did the right thing. I do, however, have some regrets that I never had the chance to fully enjoy a night of passion with my sexy wee neighbour and have fantasised about bumping into them on Fab and getting the chance to finish what we started - but with her partner's permission! (Seeing her nice boyfriend with my gorgeous girlfriend would make it doubly enjoyable. Oh, and if she was as bi as my partner, that would be just perfect...)  |
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