I came home late today. That jerk wanted me to finish the report by tomorrow. I hate my job. But at least I got to know better my neighbors. Some say it’s not wise to fuck where you live … or does the saying go in a different way?
I live at the eleventh floor and the doorman is always happy to open the door for me. I guess he’s happy about opening the door for anyone. As I was entering the building, the doorman’s fake smile was interrupted by the voice of a man telling him not to close the door. I looked back and I saw a 40 something tall man coming my way. The doorman said ‘Hello mister Smith, how’s life with the little missy?’ Of course his last name was not Smith, but I thought it was a bad idea to write down his real name. Actually, at that time, I didn’t even know who he was because as I told you I’m not much of a social person. I only knew his name and that he was married… and good looking. Oh, yes, and that his family was living in the same building as me. But these are just small and irrelevant details compared to what other details I have relating to him.
As he entered the building, he must not have seen me, because he pushed his suitcase under my…ass. I don’t know how he managed to do that, but perhaps the fact that I was wearing a short baggy skirt eased the process. I only know that when the cold suitcase touched the lower side of my ass, I felt aroused. When I feel aroused, I tend to blush… and he saw that. He apologized for the accident, and tried to be a gentleman by opening the elevator’s door for me. His voice was deep and the more he talked, the more horny I became. By the time we reached the 7th floor, I couldn’t help myself and I jumped on him. I started kissing his neck, with one hand holding his tie up, almost strangling him, and with the other one rubbing his cock. He liked it… I could feel it getting hard. But then, the elevator stopped at the 10th floor, and she pushed me away and ran outside. I just hate a man who leaves me unfinished. I was not suggesting a marriage; I just wanted to have a quickie! God I was horny!
My floor came next, and I got out of the elevator. I started searching for my keys. I can’t concentrate when I’m horny, so the more I searched the more nervous I got. ‘Can I help you with something?’ I heard a voice and as I turned the other way around, the pizza boy was staring at me. I said ‘Yes you can!’ and I pushed him in the elevator. I blocked the door and I started to unzip his pants. He wasn’t saying a word, just smiling. What 18 year old pizza boy would turn down a horny woman? So we started to fuck. Not that it would have mattered at that time, but his cock was really big! I didn’t even take my clothes of, just ripped of my panties and started ridding him. He finished before I did, but that didn’t stop me in getting what I wanted. I continued fucking him because his cock was still hard. And I finished. I got out of the elevator, but not before taking a leaflet… in case I wanted to eat pizza… .
So perhaps I scared my neighbor, but the pizza guy made my day. I’m sure I’ll see both of them again, though I’m not sure I would fuck the pizza guy again. I get turned on easily, but strangers are simply much more irresistible. And I can say that I now know the pizza guy… really god! Perhaps I should try again with my neighbor?
Tomorrow is another day…