I sighed happily as I closed the door to my new flat and tossed the keys on the sleek dining room table. It was a beautiful place in the heart of the city, all exposed brick and new stainless steel, floor to ceiling windows with sweeping views of downtown. It was the perfect mix of historic and modern. After years of living with roommates, it was amazing to finally be in my own place.
It was a little lonelier than I’d expected- Jon had come to see the flat with me the first time, and we had talked about where we would hang his photographs. Not two weeks later he had pulled out and vanished- last I heard he was on his way to Central America to ‘find himself’, or whatever that meant. According to my friends it meant have sex with bimbos and buy drugs. I chuckled at the idea of my flighty, artistic ex-boyfriend trying to flirt. It was hard for me to imagine him taking charge at all. I had always been the one in charge.
Shaking my head, I peeled out of my tank top and tossed it on top of a pile of boxes as I made my way to the bathroom. I had spent all day moving in furniture and boxes. The unpacking could wait, I needed a shower. The sports bra came next, freeing my full breasts. Posing in the floor length mirror on the bathroom door, I wiggled seductively out of my sweat pants and panties, giggling at myself. I examined my tanned skin in the mirror, frowning at some of the faint lines showing. Too bad the rooftop patio wasn’t private otherwise I’d be out there sunbathing topless. A mischievous smile quirked my lips. Well, technically there was no reason I couldn’t, if no one was around.
Closing the glass door behind me, I turned on the hot water and sighed happily as it rinsed the sweat and grime from my skin. The bathroom and bedroom were the only rooms I had made sure to unpack and arrange, knowing I would be happy I had. The rest of the flat could wait until tomorrow. It felt like I spent hours under the water, just enjoying the spray before I finally turned off the water and stepped out. I wrapped a fluffy towel around my body and twisted my hair up in another to help it dry. Wandering through the maze of boxes toward the kitchen, I decided that a glass of wine and Chinese take-out was the perfect way to spend my first night in my new place. I dialed up my favorite place, then opened the bottle of wine my best friend had given me as a little housewarming gift.
Forty minutes later I was dressed in a camisole and shorts, the air in the apartment just cool enough to make my nipples evident beneath the thin fabric. I flashed a smile at the young man delivering my food, delighting in the attention. It was nice to know that I was still desirable, even though Jon had left me. It did a little bit to soothe the ache I still felt when I thought about him. The TV wasn’t hooked up yet, so I went out and sat on the cold cement of the tiny balcony just off my bedroom. It was peaceful so high up, watching the cars pass beneath and somehow removed from the busy chaos of the city.
After a while I realized that I had stopped eating and all the food had gotten cold. With a yawn I took it back into the kitchen and shoved it in the fridge. Grateful that I had made my bed earlier in the afternoon, I flopped into the cool cotton sheets and snuggled into the pillows, more than ready for a good night’s rest. The moment I closed my eyes though, things seemed to go horribly wrong. There was a thud somewhere beneath me and I opened my eyes, wondering if it was just a fluke.
Then there was a bang and a clatter like something falling over. I rolled onto my back, and as the noise began to increase in frequency I wondered if I should go down and check if it was a fight. Above the noise of banging a loud moan suddenly echoed up the walls. Flushing with embarrassment, I scowled and rolled back onto my side, folding my pillow around my head and trying to block out the noise. It would not be muffled though.
“What the hell are they doing, breaking the walls down?” I muttered crossly. The question had been rhetorical, but once I said it out loud my mind began to wander. What were they doing to make so much noise? From the moans, it must have felt incredible. I closed my eyes, letting my hand loose from the pillow. The moans were getting louder, almost screams and running so close together they were almost one noise. My hand skimmed down my body, sliding beneath the elastic waist band of my shorts and brushing lightly over my shaved mound.
I shivered, listening to the thump of a body slamming against the wall- the way it echoed, he had to be shoving her up against the wall. I could almost feel my own back pressed up against rough brick, a hot, powerful body against my front. My fingers slipped lower, finding my folds already slick with desire. The few weeks since my break up with Jon felt like an eternity sexually. I hadn’t really wanted to just pick up a guy for a one night stand, so once he left I’d turned celibate except for my own hands.
I let out a soft moan of my own as I rubbed my fingers slowly around the hard nub of my clitoris, my other hand slipping up to tweak on of my nipples through the cloth of my camisole. I imagined the man’s mouth on my breasts as he fucked me against the wall, all need and desire. Lifting me with strong hands until my legs wrapped around his waist, held up completely by him, impaled on his thick, throbbing shaft. I rolled onto my back, shoving my shorts down my legs impatiently and kicking them off so I could touch myself more easily, moaning softly at my fantasy combined with the erotic soundtrack from below.
The cool air and my own warm fingers made a startling contrast and I ran my fingertips over my nether lips and clitoris. Then I slowly plunged two fingers into myself, back arching at the shallow penetration. Curling my fingertips slightly as I pulled them out, I felt them drag over the slightly rough spot on my inner wall and the sensation made me thrash, pumping my fingers in and out of myself greedily until my body clenched and spasmed, leaving me shuddering and unable to control my hand- or any other part of my body for that matter. The voice below rose into a yell of passion, this time combined with a more masculine voice that was somewhere between a roar and a groan.
Then it was quiet. I slept.
I spent the next morning unpacking. By afternoon I was getting restless and decided that a well-deserved break was in order. I showered quickly and dragged on jeans and a tank top, throwing my purse over my shoulder before I trotted out. I headed for the stairs instead of the elevator, humming softly to myself as I walked down. Distracted, I didn’t notice someone else on the stairs until I ran into them on the landing in front of their door.
“Oof! Sorry.” I shuffled back and looked up at the man I had run into- tall, broad shouldered, with dark, curling hair and a play boy smile. I pegged him as a womanizer immediately, and it only took me a moment to realize that the apartment he was in front of was the same one I’d heard noises from the night before. A soft blush colored my cheeks at the memory.
“It’s alright. Are you the one who just moved in to the flat upstairs?” He asked. I nodded.
“Yup, that’s me. Victoria.”
“I’m Alex, it’s a pleasure.” He shook my hand warmly, perhaps lingering a moment longer than it should have. His smile was boyish and charming. “How are you liking things so far?”
“Well enough, though the nights are noisier than I expected.” I arched an eyebrow as I pulled my hand back. His grin just grew, unabashed.
“Things can get pretty loud around here. It’s all just a good time though.” He gave a slight shrug.
“Yes well, it makes it awfully hard to get to sleep.” I huffed, turning towards the descending flight of stairs. “See you around Alex.”
“See you around, Victoria. My apartment is always open if you’d like to really lose some sleep.” I felt my blush darken to scarlet and I fled down the stairs, determined not to look back at him and let him see the embarrassment warring with desire in my face. He was so drastically different from all the types I’d gone after before. I shook my head- it wasn’t like he had invited me on a date or asked me to be his girlfriend. He’d invited me to what sounded like wild sex, no strings attached.
The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. I spent the afternoon doing more browsing than shopping, nothing really catching my interest. I was preoccupied with memories of the night before. It wasn’t until I walked past a lingerie boutique that something caught my attention. There was no rhyme or reason to buying the expensive navy lace bra and panties, or the matching garter belt and stockings. I got home without encountering Alex again, and I wasn’t sure if I was happy about it or sorry for not getting to see him.
There was something terribly sexy about knowing that under my jeans and tank top I was wearing lingerie that hugged my curves perfectly, the dark blue playing off my golden tanned skin. When night fell and I decided to get ready for bed, I slipped out of the garter belt and rolled the thigh high stockings down my legs, but couldn’t quite bring myself to take off the pretty bra and panties.
So I sprawled on top of the sheets, knowing I should sleep but somehow restless. I kept waiting for the noise to start again, but the whole building seemed silent. It seemed the summer heat had worked its way into the building, and the air conditioner didn’t appear to be doing anything to combat the sweltering temperature. I kicked my comforter down around my ankles, then stripped off my shorts and tank top, tossing them into a pile on the carpet.