When Anne went to borrow a cup of sugar from Mark

I've just moved into my new condo, and I'm started to get settled in. I want to get to know my new neighbours, so I rely on what I think was a well-established social convention.

I go to knock on my neighbour's door. The door opens, and -- whoops, what's this? Well, I didn't expect to meet my very first neighbour while he's naked. It's a bit difficult not to stare -- he doesn't look half bad, but I don't want to be rude. I make a point of looking up at his face and smiling.

"Hi," I say, trying not to look down at my new neighbour's large penis. "My name is Anne, I'm your new neighbour in 15D. I was wondering if I could borrow a cup of sugar."

The naked man smiles easily. "Nice to meet you Anne. I'm Mark. I was just making myself some coffee, can I pour you a cup?" He gestures inside.

I have to say, I'm equally tittilated and anxious about having coffee with a naked man on the spur of the moment. But I want to make a good first impression. I nod. I do want to get to know my neighbours, don't I? "Sure. If I haven't caught you at the wrong time, that is," I say, gesturing at Mark's naked body.

Mark shakes his head. "No, no. I just had a shower after some sex with another of our neighbours, and didn't bother to get dressed to answer the door, is all."

I'm secretly a bit pleased. I'm already learning some of the hot goss about the neighbours, and straight from the horses' mouth. "Oh, nice! Are they still here?"

Mark nods. "Yes, I think she's in the shower now. Would you like to come in?" he asks.

I smile and nodd. It would be nice to get a chance to meet two neighbours at once. "Yes, thank-you." I step into the apartment.

It's awfully warm inside here. No wonder Mark didn't bother to get dressed.

I look again at Mark's naked body, and his pendulous cock. I feel a little self-conscious. I had never been with a naked strange man before. What's more, I'm wearing all of these clothes. It all feels a bit awkward.

But... I'm going to be seeing a lot of Mark in the months and years to come. (I'm certainly seeing a lot of him now. I smile at my own private joke.) I'm absolutely determined to make a good first impression.

It certainly is very warm in his apartment...

"Would you like me to take my clothes off, too?" I ask. "It doesn't seem right for you to be the only one naked."

Mark smiles. "I do enjoy having women naked in my apartment," he says, brightly.

I smirk. "I imagine so," I say, unbuttoning my blouse. I pull it off, and folded it up neatly on a chair nearby to the door. I unclasp my bra next, letting my C-cup breasts swing out.

I notice Mark looking on with friendly interest. I feel the blood rush to my face and chest.

"Nice tits," he says, warmly.

"Thanks," I quipp as I unbutton my trousers, "I grew them myself."

I let my trousers slip down my shaved legs, and step out of them slightly gingerly with my shoes still on. I fold them and put them on the chair. I then repeat the motion with my panties. I'm leaving my heels on: it may be a bit silly, but I always feel a bit odd about taking off my shoes in strangers' apartments, like it's over-familiar somehow.

"I see you don't shave your pussy," Mark says, politely.

I smile at him. "No, I just like to trim a bit around the edges to keep my bush tidy. What do you think?" I say, leaning backwards to show off my mound. I do take some pride in it, and I don't mind showing him.

"Can I give it a feel?" asked Mark.

I blush slightly at his request. Normally I wouldn't let a man feel around my sex, but Mark seemed friendly enough. I also have to admit that like the way that his cock is beginning to thicken a bit. "S-Sure, go ahead," I stammer.

Mark walks up to me. I'm very aware of his member swinging slightly as he approaches. So masculine.

Mark looks to me with a smile, as he reaches a hand out to gently trace some fingers through my pubic fur. "It's nice," he says. He gently swirls his fingers around, brushing against my nether lips. I gasp.

I'm beginning to like Mark a lot, but I feel somehow that things were moving a bit quickly. "Now Mark," I gently admonish him as Mark gently probes my vulva, "we've only just met. Maybe you can tease my pussy with your big manly fingers some other time."

Mark smiles at me without any trace of irritation. "Fair enough," he says, withdrawing his hand. "Some other time, maybe. How about that coffee?"

I smile brightly. I'm glad to be on so well with my neighbour. I've even managed to draw an important personal boundary without fuss! "Sure, sounds good!"

The thought of Mark's fingers probing and playing gently with my sex lingers on. The thought makes my nipples stiffen. I look forward to letting him play with my body, some day soon. Just not today.

I follow Mark a dozen steps to the kitchen, where a pot of coffee is just finished brewing. Mark reaches up into a cupboard to bring out three coffee cups.

I look on at Mark's member, which is noticeably swelling. "So, Mark, what do you do?" I ask him.

"I'm a freelancer," he explains. "I do some writing, some media work. Pretty much all of it from home. It's pretty nice, really," he says. "You?"

"I work in an advertising company," I explain.

"What, as an in-house model of something?" Mark asks, pouring three cups of coffee.

"What?" I ask. "No, as a copy-writer. What do you mean?"

"Oh," he says. "Sorry, I just thought that you looked just like the sort of woman they'd put on a billboard or a magazine. You know, for beachwear or underwear. Maybe even in a centrefold of a men's magazine."

I can't help but beam at him then. Such a wonderful man! "That's nice of you to say!" I reply. "No-one's ever suggested that I should be posing for a porn mag. Should I take that as a compliment?" I ask rhetorically. I can't help but smile at him like a fool.

Mark turns to face me. "Judge for yourself," he says, tilting his head significantly.

I look down to see Mark's member, standing at attention. Erect.

"It looks like you're enjoying it too, based on how hard your nipples are," Mark adds.

I imagine what it would be like to have Mark inside me. My hand wanders between my legs, as I think of what it would be like to have him slowly push in. To squeeze him from inside.

"This is nice," I tell him, fingering myself, imagining myself fucking him slowly, "seeing you get hard looking from ogling my body. But it's not exposing myself to you that I'm enjoying most. I'm just being sociable," I continue.

"Well, I'm enjoying looking at your body," Mark says, handing me a cup of coffee. "And watching you start to finger yourself. Would you like to sit down?" Mark indicates a stool, next to me.

I take the cup of coffee, and rest it on a counter, as Mark leans back against the counter opposite. His erect member juts out at me. An accusation, an invitation, an unmistakeable compliment as pure and true as a man can possibly give a woman.

I want to be a good neighbour, so I spread my legs wide as I sit down on the stool. I want Mark to get as good a look as I can. I'm fingering myself for him, thinking of him, thinking of his manhood in front of me and inside me, some day inside me.

I play gently with my pussy as I sip my coffee. It is very good. I don't have much in the way of conversation just now. It's just me, his coffee, and the prospect of him putting his member inside me some day.

A black-haired woman walks into the kitchen, dressed in a dark purple power suit. "That feels much better," she says to Mark. She does not react in any noticeable way to Mark's nakedness. She also doesn't seem to notice me.

"Coffee?" asks Mark, handing her a cup of coffee.

"Thanks," says the raven-haired woman. She turns and notices me.

"Oh, hello, I didn't see you there. ... Um... I see you're naked."

I nod, still playing with my pussy. "Hi, yes. My name is Anne. I've just moved into 15D."

"Ah. Hello Anne, I'm Vanessa. Ah... is there a reason why you're here naked in the kitchen?"

I blush, but respond evenly. "I just came to meet Mark, and borrow a cup of sugar. He was naked, and I thought it would be sociable to take off my clothes to keep him company."

Vanessa furrowed her brow. "I guess that's one way to make friends. Uh, you shouldn't feel like you have to take your clothes off just because Mark's naked, though. ... Are you playing with yourself?"

I instantly go red. Um. Maybe it isn't quite appropriate to finger myself in front of two people I'm meeting for the first time. I pull my hand away from my pussy.

"Oops, sorry," I say. "Um. I was just a bit distracted from having Mark's hard cock pointing at me, and thinking about having his fingers on my pussy. Sorry."

Vanessa looks matter-of-factly at Mark's hard member. "Right," she says. "You know he's only hard because you're showing off your body to him, right? I mean, you we're touching yourself right in front of him. Look, you're making him ooze lubricant, for pity's sake. Are you going to help the poor man out?"

I look to Mark's cock. Oh god, sure enough, a big bead of clear liquid is glistening at the top of his cock head, treatening to spill down. I've been such an incredible tease, how rude of me! "Sorry," I plead. "Let me help."

I quickly get off of my stool, and take Mark's cock into my mouth.

I am filled with amazement at the feeling, the incredible sensation, like a revelation of having Mark's manhood in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his cockhead, oh so good, feeling so dreamlike as I taste his salty pre-cum and the texture of his cock head, oh. My hand drifts down to my pussy again as I drift away myself on a cloud of pleasure as I lovingly caress his cock with the tip and the back of my tongue. I feel an orgasm swell oh god and I moan as it crests oh yes oh the wonderful feeling, mmmmmmmmmm taking a man in my mouth, my warm and loving mouth and giving him all my love with my tongue.

My mind drifts for hours in lust and I thought I heard Mark and Vanessa talking while I gave Mark all the love I could give a man with my mouth. Words can't do this justice, no, such a feeling of truth and completeness oohhhhh, to have a man's penis, warm, hard, squeezing it between my lips, caress it with my tongue, the length of it, to be such a complete and wet slut sucking on him when we've just met, I love it I love it I love him I love having him in my mouth.

Soon I felt Mark stiffen. "Anne, I'm going to ejaculate soon," he said. "Do you want me to come in your mouth?"

Fortunately for me I come back to myself just as he says this. I chuckle as I lift my head off of Mark's manhood, giving it a long lollipop lick as I do.

"Umh... thanks for letting me know, Mark," I say, panting, my pussy on fire and holding his penis softly in my right hand, as my left rubs between my legs. "I think that... we should get to know each other... better... before I let you fill my mouth with semen." I gently rub my thumb over his frenulum, in the way I know men like. "Tasty... as it might be..."

I loose myself once again, the thought of Mark's seed spurting forcefully in my mouth. Pure greed, the definition of greed, the very essence of greed of a man who wants a woman so badly that he will put his erect cock in a place where it can be of no concievable use but to be pleased and caressed by the tongue of the woman who wants the man so badly that she will take his cock where it can be of no concievable use but for it to spray the man's seed into her mouth. Into my mouth. Some day.

I see a rope of semen erupt from his cock-head. A white and liquid blessing, landing on my nose and lips. A second jet arcs high, and lands on my chin, and my breasts. A third stream splashes again on my chest --- men do so like my chest, when they get to see it --- but also over my right hand which holds Mark's cock. Another two streams oozed out, dribbling over my fingers.

How absolutely lovely of him! If my cunt weren't completely wet for him before, it would be now.

I feel so satisfied. This is the best ice-breaking conversation I'd had with someone in a very long time. The warm wet feeling of Mark's cum on my face, chest, and hands confirms the friendly way that Mark evidently feels towards me. The most open and generous show of approval a man can give a woman, to cum on her face and breasts, warm and unselfish. It shows how well we were getting along. And we've only just met!

The wet warmth between my legs is also very pleasant. I'm panting.

"Thanks, Anne, I enjoyed that a lot," says Mark, very pleasantly. "Did you?"

Vanessa chuckles. "I think she enjoyed it at least four times. She really got off on sucking on your cock." She turns to me. "Would you like a hand up?"

I look to Vanessa, still catching my breath, and nod. As I pull my left hand away from my snatch, I consider which hand to offer. "Um," I apologise, "I'm afraid both my hands are a bit sticky."

Vanessa waves for me to give her my right hand. "I'd rather the one which is sticky with Mark's cum, than with yours," she says slightly sardonically. I offer it up, and Vanessa takes it without fuss, helping to lift me up on slightly wobbly legs.

"I'm afraid I have to go soon," says Vanessa. "So I'll just help out a bit with this," she adds, lifting my hand to her mouth. She slowly licks Mark's cum from my hand, getting most of it off. How thoughtful of her... it's too bad that she's being such a catty bitch.

Vanessa sets my hand down, and nods with the satisfaction of a small task done well. She looks to me, and smiles wryly. "I think if you introduce yourself this way to everyone, you'll be very popular. With the men, at least," she adds with a barb. "I suppose we'll see each other before too long."

Vanessa turns to Mark. "See you later, Mark," she says, relatively cheerfully.

"I'll make sure of it," he says.

Vanessa peeks around the door of Mark's apartment as she leaves. "You take care, Mark," she said, a gentle warning tone in her voice.

I look to Mark after the door closes. "Um... I know I'm new here, but I just have to ask. Is she that much of a bitch all the time? She hardly said a single sentence to me without putting me down somehow."

Mark looks up slightly in contemplation. "She's not quite so bitchy when she's naked," he muses. He shrugs. "Vanessa was more than a little mean just there, but she does have a point. I'm not complaining, but... how often do you introduce yourself to a man, by giving him a blow job?"

I freeze.

Mark is completely right. I can believe... what have... I've just...

"Oh. Oh god... I... what must you think of me?"

"Now, please, Anne," Mark says. "All I think is that you're a charming and extremely sexy young lady, who just wanted to introduce herself, and got a little over-enthusiastic," he says. He gently rests a masculine hand on my shoulder. It's comforting. I feel myself calm down.

"Besides," he adds, "I think you look fantastic with my cum dripping on you. Do you mind if I take a picture?"

I feel my mood lift. "Oh, yes please! I'd love that!"

Mark gathers his phone from the counter, and takes a quick picture. He looks at it, and turns the phone to me.

I must admit, I do look very alluring, wearing nothing but my heels and a few shiny streak marks where Mark's semen is drying on my skin. "That's a good one! Could you share that with me, please?"

"Sure," nods Mark. "What's your number?" I rattle it off for him: 200-867-5309.

He taps on his phone. "Oh, hey, Vanessa's shared a picture she took of you while you were sucking on my cock. Want to see?" He holds his phone out to me again.

This is a perspective I haven't seen before. Something like a 3/4 view from above, of me kneeling on the floor, my breasts hanging pendulously and my arm snaked down to reach beyond the curve of my mons. My eyes are closed --- typical --- and I look quite focused on Mark's thick member, which juts lewdly from his somewhat hairy crotch and between my pursed lips, a meaty offering gratefully received.

I can't help but smile. "Not bad. It's a shame my eyes were closed, but I like the angle it has of me sucking on your cock. It's a nice view of my tits, too."

Mark tilts his head. "Would you like this one, too?"

I consider and nod. "Yeah. Um, maybe I don't have to tell anyone that it was within ten minutes of me meeting you, but it's actually a pretty good photo."

Mark smiles mischieviously. "Seven minutes, in case you were interested."

I moan angrily at myself. "God, how can I be such an enormous slut? I can't believe it."

Mark laughs good-naturedly. "Don't beat yourself up about it. Never mind Vanessa, you made an excellent first impression with me." Mark moves in to hug me.

"Awww, thanks," I say, as Mark wraps his arms around me. I decide not to comment as one of his big hands drops to caress my butt. And then down further, reaching between my legs. From behind. So close to my pussy. I feel myself melt again slightly.

Then, just as quickly, Mark lets me go.

I see a few flecks of his semen on his chest hairs, transferred from my chest. I giggle slightly, and playfully waggle my chest at him. "You're really sweet, Mark," I say.

"Did you want that sugar?" Mark asks.

My eyes went wide. "Of course, the sugar!"

He smirks again. "I'll go get that, while you put your clothes back on."

He turns around, to the cupboard, and for the first time I take a good look at his butt. It's nice and firm looking. I look forward to cupping his butt, some day.

I turn and head for the door, and start putting my clothes on. I elect not to put my bra or my blouse on, to try to keep them clean. At least my panties are less of a hassle if they need a wash. I have my bra and blouse draped over my arm as he comes to the door, still naked, with the sugar.

"Here you go," he says. "One cup of sugar."

"Plus a few more spoons," I joke, indicating his ejaculate over my face and chest.

"You're welcome to it, I'm always making more," he jokes. I lick my lips at the thought.

"I'm glad you came by," says Mark, "and I hope you won't be a stranger. I look forward to putting my cock inside you again, some time," he says.

I try to tell him to come by any time, that he's always welcome to my place, or something to that effect. "You're welcome to come inside me anytime," I tell him. "See you around," I say.

I close the door and cringe hard. _You're welcome to come inside me anytime. _Honestly, could I sound any more eager? Some times I just hate myself. But I know I have at least one friendly neighbour.