The Third Floor
I'm just a girl, looking for excitement. I go to work all day in retail, and return home to my apartment, hang out, or go to the gym, maybe watch some TV, go out with a few friends every once in a while. Sometimes I pull double shifts. Welcome to my life, the single life. Sometimes you just need that adventure in your life, like Prince Charming or James Bond, who seems to be in danger, but knows exactly how to handle it, and there you are, right in the middle of all that danger, but he does his best to still impress you while saving the world. I guess I shouldn't let my fantasies get the best of me.
There is a guy who lives in the apartment above mine on the third floor. I do not know his name. One thing I do know is that his face and body are a glorious wonder. He looks like an Ancient Greek deity. I find myself fantasizing about him. It sounds silly and as fine as he is, he probably has a girlfriend. Hell, thousands of girls are probably throwing themselves at him. He would never talk to me as I am clumsy and awkward. He is just a fantasy. One I would like to turn into reality. I wanted to become close to him, but I did not want to seem desperate or follow him around like a lost kitten. I had to find out his name.
Heading out of my apartment door to make a quick run to the grocery store one night, he was standing in the apartment parking lot. He said “Hello." It was silent for a moment.
I thought to myself, “Is he actually talking to me?”
“Oh, hello,” I said nervously. “I see you around here all the time. Do you live in the apartment above mine?”
“Yes I do, apartment C 13.”
He extended his hands and gave a nice long firm grip, and told me his name was Bryion Sanders.
“Very nice to meet you Bryion. My name is Camile. I guess I will see you around.”
“That would be great, I hope you mean soon.” He said. “You are really attractive. I am not busy on Saturday night. How would you like to go out on a date, maybe dinner and a movie?”
“Yes, of course I would love to go out on a date with you,” I said.
“Okay, Saturday I will pick you up at 8 o' clock,” Bryion said to me.
“I look forward to seeing you."
I was ecstatic and in shock. The star of all my fantasies actually asked me out on a date. Saturday arrived and I was getting ready for my date. I put on my best dress. It was a golden body dress with black high heels along with simple makeup, eyeliner and red lipstick.
Finally, I heard a knock at the door. It was him!
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, let me get my purse and then we can go,” I was so excited.
“You look really lovely.” Bryion eyed me down.
“Let's get out of here,” Bryion said.
“Where are we going,” I asked.
“We are going to the best pizza joint in town called Mama Rosa's,” Bryion explained. “They have this homemade pizza sauce and it is out of this world. You are going to love it.”
The night was going well. Bryion and I were really hitting it off. This guy was a dream come true.
We shared our past stories and there were plenty of jokes. Everything was so natural.
Then he suggested we do something else. He wanted to go to his place to finish the date. And well, I couldn't have agreed more.
We arrived at his place and continued our conversation. As we were headed in, he stopped and proceeded to kiss me. Of course, this is exactly what I wanted. His kiss was traveling through my soul and making me tingle all over.
We headed into his apartment, towards the living room, and sat on the couch. He continued kissing me and then began to caress me. Oh my, wow. It had been a while since I had really been crazy about someone like I was about Bryion. He placed his hands between my thighs and slowly ran his hand towards my private spot. I was so damn excited. Holy. I could feel the blood racing to my clit. It was throbbing. I freaking wanted this boy. I had to have him. Every inch of me was pushing towards him.
But I was shy. I felt like we were moving way too fast. I stopped him. By all means, I should have continued. I wanted him. He wanted me. But I just thought things were going too fast. “Bryion. Stop. This is not right. I have to get home.”
Like a gentleman, he apologized to me and seemed very understanding.
He offered to walk me back to my apartment. Instead of the stairs this time, we took the elevator. The door to the elevator opened.
“Thank you for the wonderful night Bryion. I really enjoyed it.”
“I am glad you enjoyed the date.”
“I hope we can get together again soon,” Bryion said.
“Yes, I'd like that,” I replied.
Bryion gave me a kiss on the cheek. That tingling feeling inside me came back and I wanted him. I had to have him. I would be a fool not to have him. He was mine. He went to hug me and we embraced. Then I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him towards me, and I passionately kissed him.
This time, I didn't stop him. He was kissing me, caressing my breasts and hips, and then he moved down, kissing my thighs as he removed my panties and let them hit the floor. I couldn't help it. My clitoris inched towards him and he licked for a few moments until I couldn't take it anymore.
He picked me up effortlessly, dropping his pants, as I wrapped my legs around him and he pushed me against the walls of the elevator. His long erect penis penetrated me, sliding in and out. I grabbed his head as I moaned, loving every inch of it.
He managed to ask, “What floor do we get off at?”
I screamed. “Oh, oh, third floor!”
Ecstasy escaped me and the walls of the elevator as I came and then we headed back into his apartment.
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