The Girl Next Door
She watched from her window as the three boys lifted boxes and pushed furniture towards their door. Her new next door neighbours looked like they were in their early 20s, and each of them had their own rugged handsomeness about them. Clara would have offered a hand, but she was rooted to the spot – captivated.
She tried to listen as the boys called to each other.
“Hey Rob, grab that box for me” the tallest one shouted. So that was his name. Rob had dark hair and a cheeky smile – just Clara’s type. She held her warm coffee mug as she watched the muscles flex in his arms as he lifted. He certainly looked like a fine specimen.
An hour later the boys had managed to transfer everything from the van to their flat and the building was quiet again. Clara thought she should take the chance to introduce herself, perhaps offer them a cup of tea after all their hard work. She checked her reflection in the mirror (stunning, as usual) and pulled her top down a little to reveal some cleavage. Working as a blonde London escort she was never usually nervous about meeting men, but there was something about Rob that made her heart speed up.
She knocked twice, then waited. The tall boy answered the door after a moment and looked at her blankly for a moment.
“Hi, I’m Clara, I live next door” she said, extending her hand. He seemed to shake his head then reached out to shake her hand.
“Sorry, wow. You look… I mean, I’m Jim”. Clara smiled and some of her confidence was restored; this wasn’t the first time she’d left a man speechless. She followed him down the hall into the living room, where Rob and the other man, Dave, sat amongst the unpacked boxes.
“I thought you boys might appreciate a coffee” she said as three pairs of eyes fixed on her. Rob stood up and approached her; he was the only one who didn’t look terrified to be in her presence. Blonde London escorts are used to dealing with nervous men, so this impressed her. “That’s so nice of you to offer. Let me come give you a hand”.
The pair walked wordlessly back to Clara’s flat, and Rob closed the door behind them. She wondered when he would speak again, but as she turned to face him Clara realised instantly that conversation wasn’t on his mind. His eyes burned fiercely and the sight of them got her as horny as hell. Without thinking or asking, she took a step towards him and stood on her tiptoes to reach his lips; as she kissed him, he put his arms around her lower back and pulled her body tightly against him. She could feel that he had an erection, and a burning curiosity washed over her – how big was he? Was he going to fuck her right here in the hall? He must’ve seen the questions in her eyes, because he then made his intentions perfectly clear by pushing her up against the wall and pulling her top up over her heaving breasts. She wound her hands into his hair and pushed his head down, making him kiss her tits and suck on her nipples. She undid the button of her jeans and he pulled them down to her ankles, where she kicked them off.
Rob dropped to his knees and buried his face into her pussy. She moaned with pleasure as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter; he lapped it up with his tongue, loving every minute of it. When Clara felt the waves building up in her body and the heat prickling her skin, she pulled his head up level with hers and fumbled with his own jeans. Again Rob helped her out and discarded the denim, freeing his throbbing hard cock. He pushed his pelvis towards her and she lifted a long, smooth leg to wrap around his back.
Clara cried out when Rob entered her; he pushed his cock all the way inside her, then started to thrust hard with a frantic rhythm. She loved the feeling of him filling her up, and she grabbed his buttocks to let him know he could push as deep as he wanted. Her clitoris rubbed against the skin of his abdomen, and within minutes she could feel herself coming back up to climax. She orgasmed loudly, screaming “Oh my God” as her body shook violently. Feeling her pussy clench tight around his cock, Rob let himself go too and came hard inside her.
Clara never found out if Jim or Dave had realised what happened in her hallway that day, but she had found a special kind of friend that day, right on her doorstep!