WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 57: NEW FUCK BOY (1)

Chapter 1

How could I have guessed that my life would change so much after I moved from the old apartment into this new one? I longed to forget all that connected me to the past, especially that bitch who broke my heart and crushed my dreams about my imminent marriage. But it was the hardest when I was home alone. My thoughts were constantly about her; about our moments spent with each other, about our feelings, which, alas, was strong only from my side. Now, everything had changed when I met my new neighbor due to our unlooked-for turn of fate.

A week after the incident, I recalled our meeting with a smile. My neighbor had cheered my mood up that night with her recklessness and unpredictability, and especially with her appearance in the hallway in the buff. She apparently had not predicted that someone would come into the hallway just like she did to check why the power in the whole apartment was out. Judging by her appearance, I had guessed that she had finished her bath just then. I’d love to see that sight someday! I like to observe how women took care of themselves. Of course, it was a hidden fantasy.

I had invited her to my apartment out of kindness, because unlike her, I still had candles, and I wasn’t sitting in complete obscurity. I was glad that she did not refuse me that day and went with me willingly.

What happened next, it was difficult to describe. I don’t understand what had gotten into me, but I could no longer tolerate the subtle aroma of her womanhood which stirred my mind. I could no longer be satisfied with only scanning her perfect body which was hidden by the robe with my eyes. At the spur of the moment, I offered her sex, and she had sharply refused. It was quite a normal reaction from a woman to my indiscretion and arrogance, and I didn’t blame her.

However, I could not let her go home. She had rekindled in me a new desire to win—to take the trophy and be a winner. Consequently, I persuaded her to give in to my temptation with my slow caresses and persistence. I condemned my dominant and egoistic behavior while I vigorously fucked her ass on my couch and listened to her desperate moans, but I knew that she had loved everything that I did to her. Frankly, I hadn’t been in bed with a woman in a long time, and that sex was a huge release for my body and my soul. It was fantastic!

But as a result of my stupidity, even after spending the day with her, I didn’t bother to request her name. It was like I didn’t care about it at the time. Maybe I didn’t ask due to the fact I was afraid to build a new relationship with a new woman and no longer had a taste for being attached to a person. I was a coward and an idiot who couldn’t move forward.

However soon, I regretted it.

One Sunday, I hosted an evening party for my friends who had come from the Philippines and India and along with them was a couple of their cronies. My friends were people with totally different outlooks, opinions, and ideas, but we had something in common that had created a bond between us—the spirit of personal freedom and the passion for conquering new career heights.

But that day, we had fun and forgot about all the hardships that were going on in our lives.

“Raj!” My friend, Zelina, shouted. Amid the hubbub of a dozen people in my apartment and the clinking of glasses and plates, I couldn’t hear her voice very well. “How long will we be rotting in here without any music?” she condemned. She was holding a glass of red wine and swinging her shining black hair which fell to her shoulders.

“I will ask the DJ to put some music on, dear,” I assured her. “Or this constant babbling will never end,” I issued, finishing the portion of my explosive cocktail.

Zelina chuckled, curiously observing my outfit with her emerald eyes. I was wearing a black t-shirt, blue Levi jeans, and black Nike sneakers. I liked to keep it casual since I was never really a formal-wear sort of guy. They made me look like another person entirely, who I definitely was not.

Continuing to assess my image with her gaze, Zelina slightly bit her upper lip. It seemed like she wished to tell me something intimate, while we moved to the other side of the room, and the people around us were drinking and laughing.

She wanted to be alone with me. Only a fool wouldn’t understand that.

I didn’t argue; she was beautiful and attractive in her own way, but I wasn’t drawn to her the way she was to me. My mind was fixed on my new neighbor.

Is she home? What could she be doing now? Maybe giving herself some pleasure...

“What’s on your mind, Raj?” Zelina moved closer to me, casually swiping a hand across my bicep. I trembled lightly. I shouldn’t surrender to her.

“A girl.” I went to the nearest window and dreamily looked up to the sky as if trying to find my neighbor’s image there.

“Why do you need her when I am here?” Zelina spat, frowning at me.

Damn! I wasn’t expecting such words from her. Did she really have strong feelings for me? I haven’t talked to her enough to be able to get the full picture of her as a person. In my opinion, she did not know me to that level of depth either. Why was she in such a hurry?

“Zelina, I don’t think—” I tried to prolong our conversation, but the alcohol went straight to my head. I long thought about what else to say to her, while the subconscious mind reminded me not to do anything stupid.

“Come on,” Zelina interrupted, coming closer to me, “I can give you pleasant things, meri jaan. Trust me.”

She led me to a rather dark corner of the wall where no one would notice us and gently ran her palm across my crotch, starting to unbutton my jeans.

Uh, Zelina. Don’t—I’m drunk.

She did not hesitate and quickly dropped to her knees, already reaching for my hips, ready to give me a blowjob. But then, I heard the sonant laughter of my neighbor girl.

Damn! Was it an obsession or what? What is she doing here?

I darted off, demented. With unbuttoned pants, I ran towards the living room. I didn’t have a clue what face Zelina had at that moment. I assumed she was rather angry.