The young brunette living across the courtyard.

As the plastic plate danced in the microwave, he started to daydream about his neighbor across the courtyard. She was about his age, mid-twenties, with long brunette hair and deep brown eyes. She also had a flat on the second floor, and he could see her bedroom from his. She was so beautiful, he felt his gaze magnetically pull to her whenever he saw her through his bedroom window. Her long, dark brown hair fell straight down to her mid-back and framed her face perfectly. Bangs cut straight across her forehead and drew attention to her dark brown eyes. Her face was innocent and doe-like--big, soft eyes, a long but elegant nose, and pouty, pointed lips--but she had a slight intensity to her gaze that made it feel like she was looking through you.

Ethan spun himself a fantasy: her flashing a quick flirty smirk, a friendly crinkle in her nose, reaching out and touching the side of her face to pull her in and kiss her pillowy lips. She smiled back at him and let out a soft giggle. His thoughts progressed and he imagined her walking him through her bedroom door as she pulled on his belt. She looked straight into his eyes as she knelt down on the floor in front of him and tugged his belt through its loops. Her eyes were excited and her lips slightly open as she let out a quiet, excited laugh. She slid his pants down to his legs and reached for his boxers. He quickly wrapped a hand around her neck and lightly squeezed as he pulled her head back, forcing her gaze up to meet his. He squeezed tighter and she let out a small, shocked gasp as her face bloomed pink.

He didn't know what she was into in real life, but this was his fantasy, so as he wrapped his hand tighter, her shock turned into delight, and she smiled mischievously up at him. He continued until her rosy face grew a darker color and he let her fall forward onto her hands. She choked on the air for a moment and then drank it in deep gulps before looking up at him with a smile. She was really, really into this. He grabbed the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down. Reaching for a handful of her hair, he grabbed tightly and dragged her back up off her hands, level with his hips. With his other hand, he held the base of his dick and slapped it hard against her cheek. He held it against her lips and she delicately kissed the tip. She ran her tongue in circles around its head and traced a line down to its base. She looked up from her work and into his eyes as she stuck her tongue out and opened her mouth for him. Her eyes begged him to take his dick and shove it down her throat.