Much needed relief

Naked as he was with Jenny on his side, John decided that he did not want to take the elevator down today. He would walk down the stairs. It was just a handful of floors after all. As they walked down the stairs, John caught a glimpse of the hallway on each floor through the glass doors of the stairwell. For the first two nothing interesting was going on, but on the third floor below him, he saw someone.

A brunette woman, slim and sexy, large breasts and wearing nothing but a white bikini. John halted to look at her for a moment, feeling his cock begin to harden a bit. After some time, she looked up and saw him too. Her jaw dropped a little bit. Blinking a few times, she stood there, rooted to the spot, and stared at him. A naked man casually walking down the stairs.

"Hey Jenny, wait a sec, okay?" John told her before he pushed the glass door open and approached the brunette. She still stared at him, letting out a single nervous laugh as John came closer. "Hi," He casually greeted her. A few silent blinks of her long-lashed eyes later she replied with a nervous "Hello."

"Headed to the beach?" John asked. She seemed confused, so he added "You know, because of your bikini?" John reached out to point at her white bikini top and accidentally brushed her breast ever so slightly. He could see her nipple getting hard in record time. "I.. hmm.. yes, in fact I am." She replied, a hint of **** longing in her voice.

"Nice day for it. Or rather night I guess, it will be dark soon after all." On some level, John could still not believe how easily he made casual small talk with the most beautiful sexy women now. Not to mention being naked of course.

"If you don't mind me asking" she went "Are you the new guy who moved in here a few weeks ago? Or did you just visit some lucky girl?" John smiled "Nono, I do live here. John," he said and extended his hand. "Wow," she said in awe "The rumors ARE true then. And you are even cuter than they all said" She giggled nervously and took his hand. She looked down at it as if wondering what he might do if she were to pull it up to her breasts or something similar. But she did let it go again after some time.

John happened to catch a glance of her bikini bottom, white as it was John saw a wet stain in her crotch. It seemed like the mere conversation she had with him had made her wet enough to be visible. He also realized that she had not yet told him her name "And what are you called?" She looked at him in silence. John guessed she was probably just nervous. Well in that case it should be fun to drive her even more crazy, right?

He leaned forward to whisper in her ear "Or should I just call you my dirty little slut from the fourth floor?" The effect was even stronger than he had anticipated. Not only did a shudder run through her entire body, she also let out a short high-pitched quivering moan. It was like she was petrified. She did not move a single muscle, except for trembling on the spot. As if every little bit of movement could make this wonderful dream go away.

John felt like he should give her at least something. "So, I cannot fuck you properly right now, or lets us say I have other plans, but until the next time, and yes my dirty little whore from the fourth floor, there will be a next time, how about a bit of this?" John reached inside of her soaked bikini bottoms and let his finger slit inside of her. First one but quickly three of them.

He did not stay with her for very long. Maybe two minutes. But he looked her right in the eyes the entire time. And by the look on her face, he was sure she had come at least twice in that time alone. Merely from his fingers. Oh yes, she had needed it BAD. It would be fun to come back and do her for real another time. But right now, he had other plans.

A little ringing in his ear from her intense moans right next to his head, he rejoined Jenny and they left the building, stepping out into a lush evening.