by Carl S East
“That’s very nice of you all, please come in,” I replied standing to one side as they entered.
Thankfully, they’d all brought glasses, which is something I hadn’t gotten around to buying yet. I also didn’t have many places to sit down, as I’d only bought a couch and recliner that day.
“I’m sorry there aren’t many places to sit, I wasn’t expecting company,” I said.
“Is that a British accent I hear?” said one of them.
“Yes, I was born in England,” I replied.
Just then, Laura decided to introduce everyone to me.
“I guess I’d better make some introductions. This is my friend Amy; we share the apartment next to you. On your right is Carol and Ann, they both have an apartment on the ground floor and these two on your left are Stephanie and Juliet, both of which have an apartment on the top floor.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you all, but I’ve got to ask. Why am I the only male in the building?” I replied with a laugh.
“That’s just the way it went, we were all looking for a place nearer to work and I think everyone of us wanted to be near the bay,” said carol with everyone else agreeing with her.
After that, we poured the drinks and talked for the next two hours, which was a pleasant ending to the day. I couldn’t help but notice though that nearly all of them were fascinated by my accent and that each had said something about it. I couldn’t hear an accent myself, but they said it was very distinctive. Yet I could tell they were American when they spoke, as the dialect was slightly different, at least enough to notice. I also had to explain what a few words I’d said meant, such as waste bin, which they all called trashcan. Little things like that were interesting to them.
I was kind of dreading someone asking me what I did for a living, mainly because I didn’t want anyone there feeling embarrassed. Yet when someone did ask, I decided to be up front about it and told them that I write erotic fiction. For whatever reason that interested them a great deal. I was suddenly bombarded, with questions. They wanted to know the type of tales I write. What kind of erotic tales and were they romantic, etc…
I ended up telling them about a few of my best sellers and which ones to look out for. I also informed them that they could look for me by my pen name and to check out a certain book called “Hell’s Gate,” which I knew was popular. The strange thing about that conversation though was that all but two of them had an iPhone and were able to search for the title there and then. I didn’t know whether to feel flattered or embarrassed, but they all promised to check it out and to let me know what they thought of my writing.
When they’d gone, I decided to call it a night and to test out my new bed. I ended up having a wonderful sleep and awoke to a bright new day.
***
Two weeks later, I was just thinking about going to bed, when I heard a commotion coming from the hallway outside my front door. Upon opening it I found Laura and Amy, who were completely wasted, arguing about who had the key. It turned out that they’d left their key to the apartment in their bag in the taxi, but didn’t find that out until the next day.
So there I am trying to stop them from blaming one another for not having a key, when Laura collapses on the floor. She’d really had one too many and the only reasonable thing to do was ask them into my apartment for a while until they could get organized. The trouble was I couldn’t seem to have an intelligent conversation with either one of them, as they were too far gone for that.
Within minutes of them entering my apartment, they’d both collapsed onto the couch. At that point, I wasn’t quite sure what to do, I mean I guess I could try to break their door open but that didn’t seem like a good choice. In the end, I decided to put them both to bed. I helped Amy up first and walked her to the bedroom. Once there I stood her near the bed, telling her it was time to sleep, in the hopes that she would help me help her.
Unfortunately, that’s not how it was working out. Therefore, I let her collapse onto the bed and unfastened her blouse, followed quickly by her skirt and tucked her into the left side of the bed. I then went out to fetch Laura and did pretty much the same thing. The only problem I had with her was that she wasn’t wearing a bra. At this point, I’d like to say that I removed her blouse with my eyes shut but I’d be lying. I couldn’t help having a good look when I’d gotten her blouse off but quickly removed her skirt thereafter and tucked her into the right side of the bed.
I then went out into the sitting room closing their door behind me and made my bed on the couch. The next thing I know it’s seven thirty in the morning and I’m being awoken by a scream coming from the bedroom. I quickly got up and rushed over to the door.
“Are you alright in there?” I said, not wishing to burst in.
“Is that you Conrad?” I heard Laura say.
“Yes, it’s just me,” I replied. “Can I come in?”
After she said yes, I walked in to find out what was wrong. Apparently Laura had woken up not knowing where she was and from finding that she was almost naked she’d let out a scream. I of course quickly explained what had happened and how I’d put them both to bed to sleep it off. They then quickly got dressed and Amy suggested that they phone the taxi people and ask if a set of keys or a handbag had been handed in. Luckily, for them, a handbag had been handed in, which I later picked up. So all ended well and before they left I suggested that they leave a spare key in a safe place in the future, like a neighbors or something. They both agreed that that would be a good idea. In the meanwhile, I fixed them both a breakfast before taking Amy down to the taxi rank to pick her bag up.
Later that night they both came to my door again and thanked me for what I’d done the night before. One after the other they leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek and to say goodnight. After I’d closed the door, I felt like I’d done some good and was happy with myself. It’s not every day that you can come to the rescue of some damsel in distress, let alone two of them. Thirty minutes later, there was another knock on the door, only this time it was Juliet from upstairs.
“Hi Juliet, what can I do for you?” I said.
She asked me if she could come in for a moment, to which I said yes of course. Once inside she started to talk excitedly.
“I’ve just finished that book of yours, “Hells Gate,” and just had to say thank you for an incredible read, it was unbelievable.
Now here was someone who actually appreciated a good erotic novel, so I asked her if she’d like a cup of tea or coffee so that we could discuss it. It’s not every day that one gets to talk with a fan, let alone meet one. I made her a hot chocolate, as that’s what she wanted and we began to talk.
“My absolute favorite part was when the succubus has a cock coming from inside her, and makes love to the heroine,” she started.
At that point, I realized that she did indeed read the story and that it was quite a pleasure for me to talk to someone about my work.
“I bet you didn’t see the ending coming?” I replied.
“No you’re right I didn’t but I liked the way you left it open for a follow up,” she said. “Will there be one, a follow up I mean?”
“It’s funny you should ask that because I was thinking this morning that a sequel to that one was well over due, I just haven’t been writing for a while. In fact I haven’t written anything since my wife died.”
“Oh, I’m really sorry to hear that. How did she die, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Cancer took her I’m afraid, long before her time I might add,” I replied.
“My grandmother died from cancer, so I know how bad it can get,” she said.
I needed to change the subject so I brought it back around to my book by asking her who her favorite character was.
“Oh Courtney, without a doubt, I like the fact that she wouldn’t give up no matter what,” she replied.
We talked for another hour before she said goodnight, I wished her well and thought that that would be the end of it. Two day
s later however, it turned out that Juliet had told everyone in the apartment block how good she thought my book was and that everyone should read it. They apparently did just that, because whenever I met one or more of them they’d mention the book and thank me for a good read. ‘It’s funny how something like that can snowball into something bigger,’ I thought, on the way down to the basement to do some clothes washing.
The whole block had a launderette down in the basement, with a washer for each apartment and two driers. When I arrived, Stephanie was there doing her own wash.
“Oh hi Stephanie, how’s things with you?” I said.
“Hi Conrad… it’s funny but I was just thinking about you.”
“You were, all good thoughts I hope?” I laughed.
She smiled and then handed me her iPhone, which I hadn’t seen until now. When I looked she was in the middle of my story “Hell’s gate,” and my first thought was that someone was trying to tell me something. I handed it back.
“So what do you think do you like it?” I responded.
“Oh my God yes, you must be making a fortune with this novel, it’s the most erotic novel I’ve ever read,” she replied enthusiastically.
“If only that was the case, the fact is I sell a few every month but it hasn’t really been noticed by anyone out there, at least not in great numbers,” I replied.
“Well, I promise to leave a comment for you and I’ll make it a good one,” she said.
“I appreciate that, thank you. The more positive comments I get the better the book will sell,” I replied placing my laundry into one of the machines.
We chatted for another hour while we waited for the wash cycle to finish and then went back to our apartments.
Twenty minutes later Stephanie knocked on my door and the first thing I noticed upon opening it was how she was dressed. She had the shortest skirt I think I’ve ever seen and incredible legs to go with it. Her top was a tight fitting tee shirt that showed a good cleavage. I quickly realized that I was staring and asked her in, hoping that she hadn’t noticed.
“You look stunning Stephanie, are you going somewhere nice?” I said for want of something better to say.
“No, I just had the urge to seduce you so here I am,” she replied.
I was lost for words, I really didn’t know how to respond to that and yet my body seemed to know as I started to get an erection from just seeing her dressed the way she was. She then placed a hand onto my crotch and stroked the hardness beneath.
“Is this for me?” she said tracing the bulge with her hand.
“You do realize that I’m at least twenty years older than you, don’t you?” I said as my hardness began to get uncomfortable in the confines of my pants.
“Age doesn’t bother me, in fact in some ways it can be a benefit. People who are older generally know what they are doing in the sex department and by the feel of your cock I’d say you have something to offer,” she replied as she slowly unzipped my fly.
‘Is this really happening,’ I thought as I felt her hand reaching into my pants to grip my cock. Looking into her eyes as she pulled my member free and seeing her smile made me want her so badly. She then dropped to her knees with my fully-grown cock in her hand and muttered a few words.
“Oh my Conrad, you have a nice cock,” she said before putting the tip into her mouth.
I closed my eyes to the sensation of her lips covering the end and upon looking down, I watched as my shaft was slowly engulfed by her mouth. I hadn’t experienced this for well over nine months and it made me feel guilty, yet I couldn’t deny that the sensations had been missed in all that time. Stephanie cupped my balls with one hand and began to suck harder and deeper and I knew that I wouldn’t last long if she kept that up.
I stopped her there by picking her up from her knees and she kissed me as she unfastened my pants and let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them with a little effort and she removed her tee shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and had the nicest pair of pert breasts I’d seen in a long time, not too big but not too small either. She then pushed me back onto the couch before I could remove my shirt and sat astride my legs to position herself over my still hard cock. When she lowered herself onto it, I could feel that she was already extremely wet and it entered with no trouble whatsoever.
She then began to allow it all in before rocking back and forth on it. I gripped her breasts with both hands and squeezed them together. She reacted by rising a little by using her knees on the couch and then dropping back down while pushing her chest outwards and arching her back. She then began a rhythmic rise and fall, being careful not to allow my cock to come out. For some reason, I didn’t want to cum yet but I knew I wouldn’t last long if I didn’t stop her. Then I had an urge to taste her and acted upon it. I stood up taking her with me and briefly found myself inside her as deep as it would go.
Stephanie let out a gasp of appreciation, before I placed her onto her back on the couch and spread her legs wide. Getting down onto my knees, I then began to lick her bud vigorously and she let out a scream of profanities, as she was clearly enjoying this attention to her nether regions. She began to writhe on the couch, in an effort to get my tongue into just the right spot. I then introduced a finger and she began to buck and scream that she was going to climax. At that point, I stopped and stood up and grabbed both her ankles before pulling her forward and thrusting my cock into her pussy. She tried to push back but was having trouble doing so in her current position. I fucked her harder and suddenly we were both coming. I came inside her as I’d had a vasectomy many years before and knew that she couldn’t get pregnant and her muscles seemed to grip my cock as her orgasm hit hard. I carried on until I was sure that her climax had ended.
I then sat down next to her on the couch and we both began to get our breath back. She was the first to say anything.
“Oh my God I enjoyed that Conrad, after finishing up that book of yours I felt the need to fuck your brains out, it was like I was one of those characters who was possessed in your story,” she said.
‘The power of the written word,’ I thought as I too began to compose myself.
“Well, I don’t think I’ve ever had that kind of reaction before but it was welcome never the less,” I replied with a broad grin.
Stephanie laughed and then rose from the couch to put her clothes back on, as if to say, “I’ve had my fun now it’s time to go.”
‘Only in California,’ I thought as she kissed my cheek and left the apartment.
***
To my utter amazement, everybody in the apartment block knew about my encounter with Stephanie after just two days. It was as if, it was some kind of big news, which had to be spread around. I suppose I was old fashioned, as I was brought up to respect others private lives. These days, anything goes it seems. Anyway, I was just having a rest in my recliner when I got a knock on the door. It was Amy and Laura; they had apparently lost power in their apartment and were checking to see if I’d lost mine as well. I turned on the light switch to find out and the light came on.
“One of your breaker switches must have tripped, I’ll go down and have a look,” I said.
Each apartment had its own electrical panel down in the basement and they were all numbered to correspond with the apartment number, so locating it was easy enough. Once opened I saw that one of the switches had indeed tripped so I closed and then reopened it, before going back upstairs and knocking on their door. Laura answered it.
“Did it come back on?” I said.
“Yes, thank you Conrad. Would you like to have a drink before you go back?” she replied.
“I’d love one,” I replied stepping into her apartment.
“Amy is having a shower, that’s what she was going to do before the power went off,” said Laura.
“I’m guessing that you were using several electrical things before the power went off, is that right?” I replied.
“Come to think of it I was, I was using the toaster, the
Kettle and the microwave,” she responded.
“That’s what it was then; in the future I’d use just two things at once in the kitchen if I were you. They tend to draw too much power when they are all used altogether.”
“Right, I’ll remember that. So what would you like to drink, we have wine or a few beers. If you’d prefer we have stronger drinks as well, like Vodka and Brandy.”
“A beer sounds nice, what kind do you have?” I replied.
“Budweiser.”
“That’ll do, I often drink a bud when I go out to eat,” I said.
Laura told me to take a seat, and then Amy came out from the shower with a large towel wrapped around her body and one over her head.
“Hi Conrad, I see the powers fixed, thank you for that,” she said beginning to dry her hair.
“Not a problem,” I replied.
Laura then handed me a bottle of bud and I sat back to enjoy it.
“So, are you writing anything new Conrad?” asked Laura.
“Not at the moment, although I do have an idea for one bouncing around inside my head,” I replied with a smile.
“Well, we both read that book you recommended and I’ve got to say it was very hot,” said Laura with Amy nodding her head in agreement.
“It always makes my day when I’m told that someone liked my writing, it makes it all worthwhile somehow,” I replied.
Four Buds later I was feeling completely relaxed and noticed that both Amy and Laura were well on the way to having a little too much once again. ‘These girls are serious drinkers,’ I thought as I watched Laura down her third brandy. Then I noticed Amy’s towel had opened up slightly and I could see a good portion of her left breast. I immediately looked away, as I didn’t want to make it obvious, in the hopes that she’d see it herself and cover up. That’s when things started to heat up considerably.
Amy complained that it was too hot in the room and Laura suggested that she take her towel off, almost daring her. To my surprise, Amy did just that and sat facing me completely naked. Of course being a hot-blooded male, I stared at her gorgeous figure, before saying anything.