Surprised neighbour

As I continued towards the door, Mark asked, “So, you’ll be back in a moment?” There was tension in his voice; he was excited.

“Well, unless I get caught up chatting, but you clean yourself up, and I will be back with some nutmeg,” I told him, stepping out.

I was surprised he didn’t comment on my outfit. I was wearing a tight white shirt with the words ‘Daddy’s girl’ written in bright pink. Once upon a time it was covered in ,glitter, but that had long since been washed away. It also meant that the shirt was aged, it certainly wasn’t threadbare, but it was thinning. I had opted to wear exercise shorts with the shirt, which left an inch wide gap betweinch-wideirt and shorts. As I closed the door behind me I looked in to see, Mark’s face, hungry and full of desire, it turned me on s; itch.

As I knocked on the door, I heard Malcolm call out, “Just a second,” and I waited patiently before he opened the door.

He was wearing shorts and half buttoned shirt; his hair was wet. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?” I asked.

Malcolm smiled and shook his head, “No, I just got out of the shower,” he said, “I thought I would put on pants and a shirt cause, you know, answering the door naked is normally frowned upon.”

I took a moment to appreciate him. He was older than me, mid-thirties when I was twenty-four, but he was a sexy man. I smiled back, “Hey, I’m not a woman to complain, half the time I’m at home I’m either naked o,r wearing nothing but a robe.”

He cleared his throat and looked a little uncomfortable, “Sorry, I got distracted,” he joked. “What do you want, Kimmie?”

I smiled and impulsively replied, “Two hundred for an hour, four hundred for a night.” His eyes bulged before I added, “I was hoping you had some nutmeg for dinner?”

It took a moment before he replied, “Oh, yeah, I think so, come on in,” and he stepped away from the door to allow me into his apartment.

I could feel my nipples, hard and tingling. I was ready to fulfil Mark’s desires, but at the same time wanted to play out the teasing as much as possible. Then, I suddenly thought I was horny, I was climbing the walls horny, and Mark had just cum at a simple stroking. I bit my lip.

“Thanks, Malcolm,” I said, stepping into his unit.

He quickly turned towards the kitchen, and I closed the door. I never knew why, but Malcolm had removed the auto-close arm on his door. He grabbed down a basket of little bottles of spice from a shelf high up and popped it on the bench. “Sorry, you said nutmeg?” he asked, searching through the bottles.

“Yeah, I only need a pinch, but I suppose I should just take the bottle and bring it back. It’s a little hard to carry a pinch of spice,” I told him.

He pulled a small bottle from the basket and stepped over towards me, “Here you go, I don’t need it any time soon, so whenever you get a chance to bring it back.”

“Thanks,” I said, trying to figure out a reason to stay here a while longer to try and drive Mark mad with lust. “We haven’t caught up for a while; anything interesting going on in your life?” I asked.

He shrugged in response, and I noticed his eyes dart down to my chest, “Well, not a lot, work too much, which makes it hard to date. My mother keeps on giving me a hard time about how I haven’t given her any grand-children yet,” he laughed.

I laughed back with him, “Well, if I can help in any way, just let me know,” I paused and blushed, realising what I had just said. “I’m sorry that came out wrong.”

Malcolm laughed with me as I noticed a shifting in his shorts. They were that thin style of gym short fabric and did little to hide his growing erection. “It’s quite alright, so if you are preparing dinner, I guess you need to go.” He said as he pulled a couple of beers out of the fridge.

I shrugged, “I could hang out for a drink and a chat,” I replied.

He popped the top and handed it to me, “Sure, Daddy won’t mind?” he asked, indicating my shirt.

I laughed again, “Daddy won’t. Mark might wonder what’s taking me so long.”

He laughed, “Not worried he would get jealous?” he asked me.

“To tell the truth,” I said, leaning against the kitchen counter, “when Mark gets jealous, we have some great sex.”

Malcolm gagged on his first mouthful of beer.

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