You've
been living in a new building for almost two weeks but you still hardly know
anyone. The only guy you're remotely familiar with is this man that lives next
door. You don't know his name or anything but you always feel as though you've
seen him somewhere before…
One
evening you're staying in because it's raining. You're making dinner when you
hear a noise outside. Now this is London so you're afraid of robbers and you
decide to check it out. You look through the peephole to see your neighbour
fiddling with his keys until he suddenly starts to curse uncontrollably. Now
since you're attracted to this guy (if you hadn't figured it out yet, it's
James!) you open the door and ask him if everything is ok only to have him look
at you with lightning coming out of his eyes (…Hmm, maybe I should just have
James shag you on the staircase! But that's another fantasy!) You've been having
a bad day so when he does this you look down and start moving back towards your
apartment (no matter how much you want to stay!) He says he's dreadfully sorry
and turns you towards him with his arm and only then do you notice that he is
soaking wet. You tell him that it's ok and that you're just a bit upset ‘cos
you had a bad day at work. He smiles knowingly and adds, “Yeah, I know.
Nothing's been going my way either… I just broke my key”.
“Oh, do you need the phone?” He smiles at you when you
lead him inside your apartment making petty conversation; he notes how clean
everything is. You can't help but giggle and tell him that's just because you've
only just moved in and it will look very different in a couple of weeks. “Oh
really. Somehow I don't think so. But I'll just have to come see”. You smile
to yourself and discover that you're having very explicit fantasies about this
man (…don't we all!) While he's on the phone you get him a towel and help him
out of his dripping-wet jacket only to find that his shirt is soaked as well and
clinging to his chest (…Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) He notices your stare (…of
course he does, these things always happen to you!) and you blush and head for
the kitchen cursing yourself under your breath. But things get worse…
Minutes
later, when you open the higher cabinet on the side of the kitchen he appears
and you almost smack him in the head (…Ohhh, nursing James!) and you go (well,
more like sprint!) to his rescue. Ok, so you're a bit subtler than that when you
check if he's alright. He says he's fine except that the locksmith can't come
until tomorrow morning (…a big huge neon sign saying ‘yes’ lights up in
your head! Hee hee). He's left all his money in his apartment so he can't get a
hotel room so he guesses he'll be off to his friends house. You quickly grab the
chance and tell him that he could stay in your apartment if he wanted to. It was
almost midnight and if he hadn't already he definitely would catch pneumonia if
he went out in the rain again. He asks if you're sure and you nod and then it
strikes you. “Only, I don't even know your name!” (Ok, so the girl is dumb.
Or playing it dumb!) He smiles and tells you his name and when it finally hits
you that he's ‘THE’ singer in ‘THE’ band (…oh, and ‘THE’ sex god!)
your hands start to sweat as you shake his hand and introduce yourself as well.
“So, about the pneumonia, would you mind if I took a shower?” You wake up
from your daze of looking into those eyes and nod. He looks around and points to
the direction of the bathroom and you nod again. You move back into the kitchen
as you hear the water but find out that you really can't make dinner anymore
since your hands are shaking! You decide on making tea (…two teabags! I know
that much!) when he calls you and you make your way to the bathroom and open the
door slightly. “Erm, I'm sorry to bother you, but you're out of shampoo”.
“Oh, I've got some in the hall, just a sec”, you say and
storm out and return as quickly as you can (…come on, in the bathroom with
James… naked in the shower! After this is over you could run the marathon!).
When he hears you come back he looks out of the shower and reaches out his hand
but as he does so the shower curtain slides away and you can see the water
running down his neck to his chest and over his washboard stomach. “See
anything you like?” You blush furiously and hand him the bottle. Your fingers
touch as he grabs it out of your hand but just keeps it there gently rubbing
your knuckles with his fingertips. You realize what you're doing and blubber out
what sounds like an “I'm sorry” and start to retrieve from the bathroom
still barely able to keep your eyes from his naked flesh. He calls you back.
“Eh, is there something else you need?” you ask timidly.
“Yeah, come here”.
“I, I can't… the tea…”
“Forget the tea. Come here!” He pulls you towards him, still standing in the
shower as he wraps his arm around your waist and looks you in the eye as he
softly whispers, “Come here” again with a seductive look in his eye. You
can't help yourself anymore - he pulls you in the shower with him, still
completely clothed and pushes you under the stream of the shower so that your
hair is wet and you can feel your dress clinging to your body. He runs his palms
over your hair, then face, slowing down on your eyelids and then your lips. You
turn up to kiss him but he pushes you away lightly as he smiles and grabs the
hem of your dress pulling it up and over your head and you finish the job as he
moves down to your knickers pulling them off in one smooth swoop. You step out
of them but he keeps his hands on your ankles and then moves them up all over
your body, covering every spot of your now burning flesh. You moan as his
fingers pass over your ass then higher, to your breasts rubbing your nipples and
finally he moves further up until he pulls your chin up and kisses you almost
timidly at first but then passionately as you feel his tongue on your lips and
you reach out with your own, running it along his lips until your tongues touch
and you do extensive research of each others mouths. You simply kiss for a few
minutes being content with running your hands all over each others bodies. He
leans into you and you can feel his cock, hard and ready against your hip as you
reach down with your hand to run your finger over his flesh until he can't take
any more and pushes you against the wall. He places his cock against your clit
teasing you as you hold on to his neck and hold his head so that his mouth is
covering your breasts. He enters you and you wrap your legs tightly around his
waist as he fucks you… softly at first but when he feels your hips moving in
time with his own he begins thrusting harder and faster, making you gasp for
breath, beg him to fuck you harder, pushing you against the wall. You feel the
sensation of the cold tiles and hot skin against you and it makes you shiver.
You feel his cock throbbing inside you as he looks at you and kisses you
roughly. You can feel his stubble burning your cheeks but you don't care as you
cum and feel him filling you at the same time.
He
just holds you like that for a while and then he takes your hand and leads you
into the bathroom. He takes a towel and dries you off as you do the same to him
as you smile contently at each other. He puts on your (oversized) robe (…can
you imagine him in one of those tiny little oriental robes? Yummy!) as you make
your way to the living room where he sits you down on the sofa and he goes to
make tea. You end up watching mindless television with you sitting in his lap
and falling asleep in his arms.