Lonely Nights in a Building Full of Potential Neighbors

I’d never been what you’d call a ladies’ man, but I’d had my fair share of relationships over the years. Still, things had been pretty dull for me lately. Working nights and living alone had made me a bit of a loner, and I didn’t really feel like going out and picking up someone. I was happy just keeping to myself, especially since I lived in a building with a bunch of people who seemed to want to be my friends.

There was the older couple living above me, who seemed to make a racket every time they moved. Across the hall from me was a girl who looked like she was in her early twenties. I’d never really talked to her, but she always seemed friendly. Then there was the newlywed couple next door, who were always so cheerful and friendly. And of course, there was Miranda, the older woman who lived kitty-corner from me. She was always so nice, and we’d chat every morning as we left for work.

I’d just gotten home from a late night at work, and I was parked in front of my apartment. I said hi to Miranda as she headed out the door, and then I went to put my key in the lock. That’s when I heard a faint whisper of “Hey, John?” I turned around to see the girl across the hall, Jemma, looking at me with a hesitant smile.

“Uh, hi. Everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, I need a favor,” she said, opening her door a bit wider. She was standing in her doorway, wearing a tight Star Wars shirt and grey yoga pants. She looked adorable, but I tried not to stare.

“Okay, what can I help you with?” I asked, trying to sound friendly.

“Come on in and we’ll talk about it,” she said, stepping back to let me in.

I walked into her apartment, and she closed the door behind me. She locked it, and then looked at me with a serious expression.

“Look, I need to ask you something. I need to know if you’re a stand-up guy,” she said, her voice a little shaky.

“What do you mean?” I asked, feeling a bit confused.

“I need a favor, and I need to know if you’ll be cool about it,” she said, her eyes welling up with tears.

“Okay, what is it?” I asked, trying to sound patient.

“Please just promise me you’ll be a gentleman about this,” she said, her voice cracking.

“Fine, I promise. Now can you please just tell me what the problem is?” I asked, feeling a bit exasperated.

“It’s just…I need help,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I need help getting something out of my…ah, my bottom.”

“What kind of something?” I asked, feeling a bit curious.

“It’s a toy,” she said, her face turning bright red. “I fell asleep with it in, and now it won’t come out.”

“A toy?” I repeated, feeling a bit skeptical.

“Yeah, it’s a…ah, a buttplug,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“A buttplug?” I asked, feeling a bit shocked.

“Yeah, it’s just stuck,” she said, looking at me with pleading eyes. “Please, can you help me get it out?”

“Okay, I’ll try,” I said, feeling a bit hesitant.

“Thank you,” she said, looking relieved.

“So, where’s the lube?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“In the nightstand drawer,” she said, pointing to her bedroom.

I walked over to the drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant. I coated my fingers with it, and then walked back over to her.

“Okay, let’s try to get this thing out,” I said, trying to sound confident.

“Okay,” she said, looking nervous.

I started to rub the lubricant around the entrance to her anus, and she let out a small moan. I slipped a finger under the skin, and she let out a louder moan.

“Are you sure you want me to keep doing this?” I asked, feeling a bit hesitant.

“Just get on with it,” she said, her voice labored.

I continued to work on the buttplug, trying to get it to come out. Jemma was moaning and groaning, and I could tell she was enjoying it.

“Just shut up and keep working,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I continued to work on the buttplug, feeling a bit frustrated that it wouldn’t come out. Finally, after a few minutes of effort, I managed to get it to budge.

“Okay, I think I’ve got it,” I said, my fingers wrapped around the handle of the buttplug.

“Yeah, just pull it out,” she said, her voice trembling.

I started to pull the buttplug out, and Jemma let out a loud scream. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, and I could tell she was really enjoying it.

“Oh my god, that feels so good,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Just a little more,” I said, trying to sound encouraging.

Jemma was moaning and groaning, and I could tell she was really enjoying it. Finally, after a few more minutes of effort, I managed to get the buttplug out.

“Oh my god, that feels so good,” she said, her voice trembling.

“You’re welcome,” I said, trying to sound casual.

Jemma looked up at me, a smile on her face. “You better be fucking hard,” she said, her voice husky.

“Oh yeah, you have no idea,” I said, feeling a bit excited.

Jemma started to unbuckle my belt, and I felt a surge of electricity run through my body. I was about to get blown, and I couldn’t wait.

“Good,” Jemma said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Because you’re not getting blown.”

“What?” I asked, feeling a bit confused.

Jemma looked up at me, a mischievous glint in her eye. “You’re getting fucked,” she said, a smile spreading across her face.

Jemma stood up, and I felt a surge of excitement run through my body. She was about to ride me, and I was ready.

My hand stilled in mid-air as I gazed at her rounded cheeks, my fingers itching to make contact.

“Oh yeah, I love that ass,” I replied, my voice low and husky.

SMACK!

Jemma yelped in surprise, her eyes widening as she spun around.

“Oh, fuck, do that again!” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with desire.

SMACK!

Jemma’s response was immediate, her body arching as she begged for more.

“Oh, oh God,” she moaned, her voice rising as I continued to spank her.

I gave her what she wanted, slapping her other cheek, and then again, her body trembling with pleasure.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh God,” she chanted, her words tumbling out in a desperate, pleading rhythm.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into me as I thrust my cock deep into her pussy, over and over, her body shuddering in response.

Jemma’s cries turned to screams as she climaxed, her pussy drenching my lap and the couch beneath her.

As she finally stilled, her body sagged against mine, her chest heaving with exertion.

After a few moments, she looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You didn’t come,” she stated, a sly smile playing on her lips.

“No, not yet,” I replied, my voice low and husky.

“I guess we’ll have to fix that,” she said, her voice dripping with seduction, as she dropped to the floor on her hands and knees.

“How does my ass look? Is it still wide open from the plug?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.

I took a moment to appreciate her ass, her asshole still gaping from the plug.

“Oh yeah, nice and big,” I replied, my voice filled with admiration.

“Then take that cock and stick it in there. Fuck that hole,” she commanded, her voice firm and demanding.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, practically jumping off the couch at the chance to fuck her ass.

I grabbed a hold of her hips, aligning my cock with her asshole, and pushed forward, burying myself deep within her.

“Uuuuhhhggg, fuck. Holy shit, that cock feels good,” she moaned, her body pressing back into mine as I began to thrust.

“Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my good,” she screamed as her body tensed up, her asshole squeezing my cock in response.

I felt my balls start to tingle, my pleasure building to a crescendo as I continued to thrust into her.

“Oh, my God, oh my God,” Jemma chanted, her body trembling with pleasure as I finally came, my cum filling her ass as I buried my fingers in her pussy.

As we both came down from our post-coital high, I pulled my softening dick from her ass, and removed my hand from her now-soaked pussy lips.

Jemma moaned softly, repositioning herself on the floor in a more comfortable position.

“Mmm, that feels good. I could lay here forever,” she said, her voice husky with contentment.

“Me too, but I need to clean up a little first,” I replied, really wanting to clean my dick off before I fell asleep.

“Let’s go take a shower,” Jemma said, standing up and gently leading me by the dick, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“To be continued…in the shower,” she whispered, a sly smile playing on her lips.