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Curious in the big city | elementc32 | 3

 

Still in a bit of shock as to what has happened, you thank her for lunch (even though you made your own ;^D) and tell her you will see her at work tomorrow. She gives you her phone number, and tells you to call when you are leaving, and she will walk with you.

You head home, and when you get on your floor you hear the arguing of your next door neighbors. You go into your apartment, and turn on a movie to try and drown out the fighting. After about 10 minutes of fighting, and another 10 of crying, everything gets quiet. You sit and watch your movie, half way paying attention because your head is still spinning from the day so far, when you hear a knock at the door. You answer the door, and realize that it was a knock at a neighbor's door down the hall. It's unreal that you could hear that so well in your apartment. Kristen comes to her door and looks out. "Hey there, I thought that was my door." You tell her you thought the same. About that time, you hear the fighting neighbors start to make up... a squeaking bed, and some low moans begin to fill the hallway.

"haha, at least they aren't fighting" Kristen says. "I don't think that movie is going to drown out all that noise, want to come over for a bit, maybe we can take our minds off of the neighbors for a bit." You lock up, and head over to her place. Her apartment is really clean considering where you live. It smells like mint, and has an equally good view of more buildings.

She tells you that her husband is at work, but should be home later this evening. You talk to her a bit about her life, she doesn't have kids, only works part time at a pre-school, and spends the rest of her time doing volunteer work with various organizations she believes in. She makes up some drinks, and you all attempt to talk over the now very loud sex happening across the hall. You can't help but get excited listening to the neighbors fuck. You begin to notice that Kristen isn't paying much attention to your conversation, and is staring at the wall, listening to the neighbors. You don't think she realizes that she is caressing the inside of her legs that she has now opened up.

You sit and watch her rub her legs in silence, you begin to fantasize about Kristen, wondering if she wants you to make a move. You feel guilty for thinking about her in that way, she seems like a sweet woman, and seems to love her husband, as much as she has talked about him.

 

What to do, what to do...


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