Ah Kate, my sweet Kate. Kate was my next-door neighbor and you know how it is in New York: you don’t even say hi to your neighbor, let alone fuck her (or him—as you wish). But Kate was going to be different. I knew it the first day I met her, as we sped in a cab together to work. We had both been the victims of a ridiculously unreliable and screwed up subway system, and when the train failed to arrive, she propositioned me at the top of the subway stairs, suggesting that we share a cab together in order to get to work. The cab ride with Kate was short, but very sweet. From the moment I first locked eyes on her in the back seat of that cab, I knew I wanted to fuck her. As we talked—about the weather, our jobs, the shittiness of the subway system—she bit her bottom lip suggestively, and stared into my eyes, and I knew she wanted to fuck me also. But! Within what seemed like three seconds, we had arrived at our destination and we parted ways, and I gave up any immediate fantasy of sleeping with her because—you know—she was my next-door neighbor! For fuck’s sake, we lived in an apartment building, and the walls were paper thin. For all I knew she may have heard me in the throes of wild sexual ecstasy with other lovers. So I felt a little uncharacteristically squeamish, for the moment, and I filed away the encounter as another desire as yet unfulfilled.
Of course, we met again. We had to. One night I came over to her apartment with a bottle of my favorite Pinot Noir and a couple of wine glasses. We talked, we flirted, we discussed the nature of love, and, after a month or two, I moved out of the building (for a completely unrelated reason). It turns out that was the best move I ever made. A week later she came over to my new apartment—a lower-level unit on the 2rd floor with a beautiful terrace. It was a hot and sultry Saturday afternoon and we cooked together. And something just clicked—was it that I no longer lived next door, or was it that we both just really wanted to fuck each other silly? I don’t know, but as we sat on the couch drinking strawberry mimosas and talking about life and the meaning of the universe, she suddenly stopped in mid-conversation and moved to my side of the couch. She straddled atop me as I sat facing her, her long hair flowing into my face as I gazed into her beauty. I instinctively took her hips in my hands, and we kissed. At first, our kiss was a gentle peck, and then it evolved into a longer, more passionate embrace. Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, she whispered into my ear: “I’m going to fuck you”.
Within moments, we had removed each other’s clothes. Then we were on the floor, her on top, her soft, supple body hovering over my cock, which at this point was literally throbbing with anticipation. She was incredibly wet. She gently slid me inside of her and slowly—ever so slowly—moved herself up and down my shaft. As she did so, she gasped. “This is amazing,” she said, and gazed deep into my eyes. Then she continued to fuck me, harder and faster. I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart with my hands. As she picked up speed, I began slapping her ass cheeks against my thigh, and eventually, after some time when I could tell she was flagging, I picked up the pace where she had left off, and began fucking her. She stayed on top, but I pounded my cock into her from my position underneath, hard and unrelenting, hands on her ass cheeks all the while. With my tongue I licked her tight, erect nipples, and bit her a little, oh so gently. She let out another gasp. “Amazing,” she said. We fucked like this for hours, occasionally switching positions—her on the bottom, me on the side, and when we wanted to take a break from fucking we moved to 69 and licked and sucked each other out orally. The bond grew as we fucked, and I began to realize that I liked her, really liked her.
As dusk turned to night we stopped for a proper break and drank some more wine. We ate a little, and we talked. But halfway through our conversation, we noticed that we were each gazing intently into the others’ eyes—and within seconds we stopped talking, and then we were fucking again. This time I fucked her from behind. I pushed her against the French doors that led out onto my terrace. She must have been a little warm, I supposed, because she opened the doors and swung them wide open. It was a beautiful night, with stars and a half moon. But then she scrambled out onto the terrace, knelt down doggy style, and looked over her shoulder to face me. “Fuck me here,” she said, her perfectly supple ass poised in the air, quivering almost, a stiff breeze coming from the evening air. I entered her without hesitation. We were out in the open now. A faint glow from the indoor lighting illuminated our naked bodies as we slid back and forth, and she and I both let out cries of utter pleasure. She seemed so satisfied to have me fuck her in this position, out here.
Now, the left and right sides of my terrace are pretty much shielded from the neighbors next door by solid walls, but the back of the terrace faces onto a vacant lot. Normally I never see anyone in the lot, at least at night time. And tonight, with the glow emanating from the apartment, it was impossible for us to see what—or who!—was back there, so we had little choice but to assume we were alone. However, we must have been on the patio for a few minutes when, suddenly, we heard a couple of hoots and hollers from the direction of the vacant lot. Male voices. I immediately stopped, and was about to withdraw, when Kate turned her head to face me. “There are people watching,” she said, breathlessly. And then she said, “Keep fucking me.”
This was a woman after my own heart! We kept fucking out on the patio for a little while longer. Very quickly the hoots and hollers subsided into a respectful silence, although I can’t imagine the voyeurs had really stopped enjoying our performance (perhaps they were busy themselves). It was incredibly exciting to know that others were watching, and, strangely, to not know who they were. When we finally made our way indoors, we sat on the couch for a long while, drinking a little more and chatting.
“That was hot,” I said.
“That was fucking hot,” she said.
I had found a new lover, and an exhibitionist at that!
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May 1, 2009 at 5:13 pm
[...] could have. I have found that it is easy to get caught up in the moment: Last summer, for example, Kate and I nearly got caught by a police patrol having sex on a public beach in New [...]