Eleven-and-a-half: A Fantasy Of Great Length by Ray Wilder Chapter 21: Chris This is a work of fiction. All the characters, events and locations portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, events or locations is purely coincidental. Copyright © 1996. All rights, implicit or implied, except for distribution by this archive and personal use by the individual downloading the file, are reserved. Inquiries regarding publishing rights for this book should be directed to: raywild@aol.com ======================================== Chris heard her neighbor's front door open and close. She went to her own door and looked out the spy-hole just in time to see him enter the elevator. A few moments later he appeared in the parking lot outside her kitchen window, heading for the truck. After backing it up to the car, he attached the towbar and drove away. She wished she knew how long he was going to be gone. It was a good guess that he hadn't anything to eat in the apartment and so was probably going to stop and get something. He also had to return the truck. That, along with getting lost and running a few more errands, would probably take him a couple of hours. She decided to head down to the beach and catch some sun. She went to the bedroom and took out the most outrageous swim suit she owned. It was red. Fire engine red with a green strip running diagonally across the front of the top and bottom. The top was a set of cups joined together with a string that then looped around the neck and attached to the outside of the opposite cup, finally meeting in the back and tying together. The bottom piece was designed to be barely inadequate in hiding all but the most socially unacceptable of exposed parts. She had bought it for a shoot she had done for a friend who had talked her into coming out of retirement. She knew she still had the body and had wanted to let the rest of the advertisement world know it, too. She undressed, pealing the long shirt and panties off. Her breasts were full and round. When she lay on her back they formed into pools of flesh with a large nipple in the center looking as though someone had just dropped a pebble into the pond. They were pliant, luxurious breasts that filled the cups of her swimsuit and gave the observer an optimistic hope of overflowing. The lines of her figure ran smoothly from one point to the other. Flexible and firm, but with a softness that invited kneading and massaging. Her hips were just wide enough to offer that exquisite curve that's formed where they meet the waist. Her abdomen was soft without being flabby, flat but with a touch of a contour that gave thoughts of ampleness and fertility to the onlooker. Her thighs and calves tapered away from her torso with the feeling of being just substantial enough to support her body, but when she walked nothing shook. She took her breasts into her hands and squeezed them gently. Cupping her hands under them she lifted them and pushed them together. She imagined doing this with her neighbor's massive cock between them. His hard, thick shaft heating her cleavage, melting her insides. Her mouth bending down to take the huge head that emerged from between her breasts into her mouth and sucking it until it was so large she could barely get her lips around it. Her nipples became rigid and she ran her hands up over them and pinched them. Shots of pleasure bolted through her breasts and flew to her extremities, dissipating only when they ran out of body. She figured she had better stop right there. She was going to cum so many times before ever getting her hands, much less her hot, throbbing cunt, on that huge cock, that she'd be worn out. She slid the bottom of the suit on, slowly pulling it up into place. She checked to see that she had shaved a sufficient amount of pubic hair so that nothing peeked out from the sides of the material. Her skin was smooth and slightly freckled; a clear thigh was all that could be seen on either side of the brief. She leaned forward and dived into the top, slipping her arms and head through the right spaces. She took the two cups of fabric and pulled them down over her breasts, adjusted them and then bunched up the fabric so that the maximum amount of breast spilled out around it. One false move and her breasts would, seemingly, come exploding forth, unrestrained. The same trick she had seen a certain cock perform earlier in the day. She figured she didn't need her purse and so just grabbed the key to the apartment, removing it from the rest of her key chain. It went into her beach bag along with blanket, towel, sunscreen, book, a small bag of make-up, a bottle of water, sunglasses, and beach slippers (this wasn't a trip out the front door of the building, this was a major expedition) She didn't want to have to make another trip in case she forgot anything. Satisfied that she had everything she could need, she headed for the beach. The key worked roughly in the lock as she undid it from the inside. She'd had some problems a few years ago. Someone had scaled the balconies, come into her place and taken all of her equipment, simply walking out the front door with several armloads of very valuable belongings. This lock required a key to open from the inside. She didn't know if it would prevent the same thing from happening again, but she knew it would make it more difficult, so she had Mr. Howard install it for her. He was always willing to do her favors, especially if it afforded him the opportunity to put her in his debt. She kept the door locked while she was inside as a precaution against her leaving without the key. She pulled the door closed behind her, locked the deadbolt and headed down the walkway towards the elevator. The temperature had climbed into the high eighties and the wind was straight off the ocean. No clouds marred the sky which was unusually blue due to a recent rain shower having washed a good amount of the gunk out of the air. The hills on either side of the valley were clear and she spent a moment studying the huge mansions that clung to their sides. The trip down the elevator was always a drag, especially when her destination was the beach. So she took the stairs two at a time and burst out of the first floor doorway just as Mr. Howard, the superintendent and resident lech, was coming out of his first floor apartment. Suddenly the whole aspect of spending a nice afternoon on the beach changed to one of defensiveness. She wished she had worn some sort of robe. She wished she had taken the elevator, delaying her arrival time in the lobby until after he was gone. She wished she was a man in a gray flannel suit so that he wouldn't give her a second look. She wished he would eat shit and die. "Afternoon, Chris. You goin' to the beach?" "Yes, Mr. Howard. How perceptive of you to notice." "Oh, I try to keep my eye on things around here. 'Specially when they're as pretty as you are. That's a right nice outfit you've got on there." "Why thank you, Mr. Howard." "I'm headin' for my wife's brother's place out in the valley for the night." "Well, have a good time." She tried to make her escape, thinking that she just might get out of this encounter relatively unscathed. But as she pushed open the front door that lead to the beach he spoke again. "You seen your new neighbor moving in this morning?" "The young man next door? Yes." "Yup. I bet you been studyin' on him real hard, ain't'cha. You gonna take you some photos of that boy in his swimsuit? He sure had himself on a tight pair of britches this morning, didn't he." "I suppose he was just trying to be comfortable in the heat." She was trying very hard to be noncommittal; she wondered if he guessed how much her interest had been piqued by those "tight britches". "Yup. Just thought you might've noticed, that's all. Real interesting pair of britches." He gave her the most disgusting, confidential wink she had ever seen, as though they had shared in some sort of lewd activity. She felt like telling him that, yes, she had noticed his britches and what was in them and that his thinking about her thinking about them was as close as he was going to get to any kind of involvement with her. Had he sat in his armchair in front of the television and jacked-off while thinking about her new neighbor's big cock and what it would be like to have such a dick and what he would do with it? Many thoughts crossed her mind and, unfortunately, he took her moment of reflection as an indication that she wished to prolong her interaction with him. He started to come over to her at the door. She thought he was staring directly at her breasts with a look of decided action. Without a second's hesitation she was out the front door and heading down the sidewalk towards the beach. Just as she reached the end of the walk where it intersected the bike path two young girls came speeding by on roller blades. One of them ran right into her, causing them both to go flying. Chris's bag turned over in the sand next to the path and the contents spilled out. She went to the young girl and helped her up. Fortunately she had landed in the sand as well. At the speed she had been traveling, a crash landing on the asphalt would have been disastrous. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. How about you?" "Everything seems to be in one piece." She wondered why the girl was looking at her so oddly. She looked down and saw that one of the cups of her suit top had, indeed, been unable to restrain her breast. She quickly tucked it back into the top, but not before dear Mr. Howard had a chance to see her revealed. He stood at the door to lobby with his jaw hanging open. Great. Just what she wanted: Old man Howard jacking-off to the image of her breast hanging out of the front of her suit. The thought repulsed her, sending shivers up her spine. Chris noticed the young girl had on knee and elbow pads and a nice, secure top. It, too, was filled to the bursting point. In fact her whole body was trim and taut, like a bow. Her body was covered with a sheen of sweat from the exertion and her breathing was heavy, causing her breasts to rise and fall seductively. Her features were classic "beach golden" with everything blonde. Blonde hair, blonde eyebrows, darkly tanned blonde skin, and, she supposed, blonde head. She flashed on an image of her new neighbor surrounded by a bevy of these classics, each one demanding their turn with his gigantic cock. For some reason it clicked on something she had been talking to Nicholas about earlier, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She logged the image away, saving it for work hours. It was time for the beach. The girl apologized continuously, using the phrase "Ya know" between every other word she uttered, while helping her put the stuff back into her bag. Chris actually felt it had been her own fault, but let the girl carry the weight of the incident. She seemed to need to be responsible for it. Far be it from her to ruin the girl's guilt trip. When they had gathered everything up the young lady and her friend zipped off down the path, turning to wave good by and nearly colliding with two young men coming towards her. One of them caught her at the last minute. His hands locked around her waist and held her. She turned around towards him and put her hands on his shoulders as if to steady herself. The girl definitely had the routine down. The sand burned her feet so she slipped her thongs on and set off across the beach to an area near the water. When she got there she laid out her beach pad, got out the sun screen and slathered it on. Her fair skin reacted quickly to the direct sun, so she needed to get protected as soon as possible to avoid being burned. There was a group of people a few yards away from her whom she knew. Some of them lived in her building. One of them, a very attractive young man named Chuck who lived on the floor above her and whom she often met in the elevator, came over and offered to apply the screen to her back. She knew this was one of the most common come-on's on the beach, but she was in the mood to be touched by someone other than herself. She also felt the need to distract herself from the encounter she had just had with Mr. Howard. Besides, he was a nice guy with a moderately developed body and a nice handful stuffed into the front of his swim trunks. She gave him the bottle and turned her back to him. They made stupid talk about weather, water and how nice her swim suit looked while he luxuriously spread the protective cream across her back. When he was done with that he asked if she wanted any on the back of her legs. Sure, why not? She stretched out on the mat. His hands felt good sliding across her skin and he had a strong, firm grip that was verging on a massage. She relaxed on her mat and let him pour the lotion on the backs of her calves and thighs. He started at the bottom and worked up, making very, very sure that he covered every inch of her delicate skin. She realized she was really beginning to enjoy his attentions. When he reached the tops of her legs he poured a extra amount on the exposed areas of her ass and began to spread it around, his fingers every so often straying down to the inside thighs. She spread her legs a bit to allow him to apply the lotion down there as well. His fingers worked their way closer and closer to the thin strip of material that covered the opening to her vagina. He touched her lips which were swelling with blood in reaction to his attentions. She sighed. He took it as encouragement and made contact again, this time more firmly, letting her know the first time had not been an accident. Chris lifted her head to see if anyone else was aware of what was going on. The people who were anywhere near them were very intent on their own activities, most of them lying on their stomachs or backs with eyes closed. She sensed him understanding her concern, he squeezed the top of her thigh to assure her he would keep an eye out for anyone who might develop more than a casual interest in their activities. After having dealt with her own longings by herself all morning it was nice to have someone else involved. She felt a bit ashamed that her mind was not completely on the young man whose hand was presently massaging the lips of her vagina, but very much focused on the body of her new neighbor. As the man's fingers began to press more insistently on her cunt, her juices began to flow and her legs spread even more to afford him easier access. He reached up with his other hand and began to rub her back as if he were smoothing sun screen into it. Chris was so hot she found herself on the verge of orgasm within minutes. She knew Chuck would figure it was due to his expert handling of her. Little did he know at that moment her mind was focused on her photos of a huge cock (she guessed it had to be well over ten inches long) being held in the hand of a muscular, beautiful man whom she had the greatest desire to fuck and fuck until his huge cock was so hard that she could hang from it. She hoped his balls were proportionate to everything else because she wanted to take them into her mouth and suck on them and gently squeeze them as he came, causing him to shoot huge quantities of cum all over her. His body would go rigid, his huge muscles swollen with exertion, as she coaxed him to heights of sexual stimulation which he had never before thought possible. Her cunt began to flow and she shuddered deliciously as a mild orgasm overtook her and sent her spiraling up to joy. Several small moans escaped her lips as her willing assailant completed his task. She settled back down to earth and rolled over on her back. He was kneeling over her and she had to shield her eyes from the sun to see him. His face was covered with that look which a man wore when he knew he had made a woman cum. A look of joy at having that kind of an affect on her. Female orgasms were just as important to the man as the woman. She did feel good and wanted to acknowledge his hand in it. She sat up and pulled his face to hers. She kissed him gently on the lips, then on the forehead. She stroked his cheeks and told him thank you. "Can I see you later?" he asked. "I've got a meeting tonight that may run very late. Can I take a rain check?" "Sure. I'll give you a call . Maybe you can come up for dinner." "I'd like that. I think you missed a few spots I'd like you to cover more completely. We'll see how tomorrow looks, okay?" "That'd be great, Chris. I'll call you." He started to get up to leave but thought of something else. "You seemed awfully primed for having just stepped out on the beach for some sun. Somebody else got your engine running?" How unfortunately perceptive of him. Well, there wasn't any use lying to him. "Yeah. It has something to do with that meeting this evening. Nothing personal, Chuck. I had this thing planned already. You just came along at the right time, that's all." Chuck paused for a second, thinking of how it all added up for him. She knew he had been trying to get her into bed for the longest time. The fact she hadn't said no would, hopefully, assuage any ego problems he might have. "Well, I hope you don't use it all up. There's a few spots you missed, too." His eyes dropped down to his own crotch where the outline of his penis was prominently pressed against his suit. It was very nicely shaped with a wonderfully large head. She licked her lips in anticipation. "I don't think there's anything I could do about that here, anyway. I'll see you tomorrow evening for dinner." "No shit?" "No shit. I don't fuck around with peoples' heads. I didn't ask you to pop me off, but I didn't tell you to stop, either. Turn about is fair play. Dinner Monday, your place. All favors returned." "You've got a deal. I get home from work a little before seven. Can you give me about a half-hour to settle in?" "Sure. I'll see you at seven-thirty, then." Again he started to stand up but noticed how big his cock had gotten. It would be a bit embarrassing, to say the least, to go strolling back to his group of friends with his cock in that condition. Chris understood immediately. "I think maybe you should sit and chat for a bit. I could use the company and it looks like you could use a little cooling off period. It's very nice, by the way." They spent the next fifteen minutes chatting about this and that. Chuck wanted to know if she knew anything about the new guy moving in next door to her. She hedged by saying that she hadn't met him yet. "Do you know his name?" she asked. "Yeah. It's Arnold something. I heard Mr. Howard talking about him to Patty the other day. I guess they'll get along great. He's a body builder, you know?" "Have you seen him?" "No, but Mr. Howard was making one of his crude remarks to Patty about how there were going to be two freaks living in the building now so she wouldn't feel so lonely." Chris's blood boiled whenever she thought of how that asshole talked about anyone who was different than himself. She suspected that in the case of Patty it was strictly resentment of the fact that Patty was so obviously open with her body, proud of it. But every time Mr. Howard tried to approach her, Patty shut him right down. His feelings about Arnold were just as easy to figure out. Jealousy. Pure and simple. Not that a smaller cock made a man a bad lover. To the contrary, they usually focused less on their own cock and more on what the woman was experiencing. She just hoped he was miserably dissatisfied with his. She told Chuck about the encounter she had just had with that lecherous scum bag in the lobby. "Well, it's good to know he doesn't have it in for anyone in particular. It seems his bad manners are indiscriminate." Chris agreed. "I just wish he would get over being who he is and get on with his own life instead of going around forcing everyone else to make it for him." They were both upset enough about Mr. Howard that their minds had been taken off their more recent activities. Chuck realized his erection had subsided and so told Chris he would see her later. She thanked him once again and he returned to his group of friends. She took her book out of her bag, rolled over on her stomach, and began to read. For the next hour or so she would flip over about every fifteen minutes when she sensed one side of her body becoming to hot. Finally she put her book down and just lay back on her mat, allowing the sun to soak into her body, warming her throughout. She loved the way it heated her breasts and nipples under the fabric. She could feel the difference on the skin of her breasts between the part that was covered up and that part which just would not be contained behind the fabric. The two lovely mounds of flesh peeked out from behind the material, the outer curve of each breast quite clearly exposed. Many a man, and women, had delighted in caressing, handling, massaging, pressing their palms into her breasts, entranced with their resilience and firmness. Her nipples brushed delightfully against the fabric as she breathed. She reached up with one hand and ostensibly adjusted the suit. She pressed her hand against the nipple and dragged the material across it, sending tiny shivers out through her body. She did the same to the other breast. The reaction she got was intense. How long would it take him (Arnold. He has a name!) to finish his errands and get back? She hoped it wouldn't be long. Actually she knew it would be very long. And very hard and thick and it would be the most incredible cock she had ever had. Would it be available to her? There was always the possibility she was the last in a long waiting line or that the line was just plain closed to her. He could be gay. He could have a girlfriend. He could be impotent. He could be totally uninterested in sex. He could have three legs and an arm growing out of the top of his head. He certainly had reacted strangely to Patty's attentions down in the parking lot. He had neither encouraged or condemned her putting her hand on his cock. It was almost as though he didn't want to make a big deal about it. It suddenly occurred to her that if he was aware of her photographing him, as she was almost positive that he was, then his reaction to Patty would be very much in keeping with his feigned innocence. His moving the car by pulling it: He had been showing off for her. The clothes he wore: No one wore clothes like that who didn't want to attract other people's interest. The man was built for sex and he knew it. Chances were he enjoyed each encounter and took every opportunity to satisfy what had to be a very demanding libido. He certainly enjoyed his little show for her on the walkway. If there was the slightest chance he was sexually active she was certain she would be able to attract his notice. She knew she had a great body, as well. Certainly nothing like Patty's, but there had never been any complaints. Chuck obviously saw some good points. She thought about Patty's body. Her physique was incredible. She suspected Arnold and Patty would very soon, if they hadn't already, have a meeting of the libidos that would surely rock the entire building on its foundations. She hoped that the place was up to code, earthquake-wise, because when the two of them finally got together the energy they would generate was going to be mind-boggling. What she wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall... Thoughts of what that encounter might be like invaded her mind and sent her off into a dream state of bliss and sexual arousal. She could see the two of them naked, standing in front of a huge mirror, studying each other's body. Nothing showy or egotistical, just an appreciation for the efforts of the other person. Patty's breasts would be standing out proud on her chest, her broad, muscular shoulders tapering down to her ironclad abdomen. Her small tuft of pubic hair covering what Chris thought would be an incredibly tight and quite talented cunt. As Patty raises her arms she flexes her pecs and her breasts rise higher and higher, quivering with energy, still maintaining their round form. He would be relaxed but the definition of his muscles, even in that state, would be sharp and coherent. His huge cock would be hanging down between his legs, nestled between his two balls which hung down in a scrotum that was loose and long. His cock would be thick but flaccid. The interest in Patty's body would be strictly professional at this point. There would be no sense of sex yet. They would only be evaluating each other's condition. The fact they were both naked would only be to facilitate that evaluation. After studying each other for a few moments Arnold would move in behind Patty and place his arms around her chest, cupping her firm breasts in his hands, lifting them, testing them, slowly kneading them, causing the nipples to become erect. Now the sex would kick in. Patty would slowly grind her ass against his crotch and his huge cock would immediately respond. In just a few minutes it would be hard and thick, dark red and veined. The head would slowly rise between Patty's legs and she would clamp her thighs around it and squeeze it, the head turning a dark purple. A large drop of juice would seep out of the slit in the top and drip to the floor. His balls would already be working in expectation of the orgasm she was about to help him achieve. Arnold's hands would become more active on her breasts, his manipulations becoming more insistent. Patty would moan loudly as Chris knew she did from hearing her sometimes at night, her reactions to someone's attentions, or perhaps even her own, completely uninhibited. His long cock jutting out from between Patty's legs would give her the appearance of having a hard-on. She would grab hold of the head and pull it up, forcing pressure onto her clitoris. Immediately the heat of his cock would ignite her clit and she would begin to vibrate. She'd lean forward and grab the back of a chair (where did the chair come from? Ah, fantasy.) and entreat him to enter her from behind. He was sure that his cock would be too big for her at first and so he would begin by inserting a finger, and then a second, and then a third, slowly causing the entrance to her vagina to expand and become prepared to accept the full thickness of his cock which was becoming more substantial with each passing moment and low growl that she uttered. Chris's own breasts were becoming hotter and more sensitive and she realized she had been lying on her back for quite some time; she should roll over. She sat up to change positions and noticed two young boys standing near the water looking at her. In the course of her fantasizing she had spread her legs and bent them at the knees. She had probably been opening and closing her thighs, giving the two lads a great crotch shot. She knew her suit had very little material down between her legs and they had probably seen just about everything. They certainly knew she was a natural red-head, and she could certainly tell from this distance that they were boys. Both of them sported erections in the front of the bathing suits which they made no effort to conceal. She smiled and waved at the boys. The boys looked at each other, laughed, and ran on down the beach. Cheap thrills for everyone, though she would have to keep a check on her own sex drive or else her social calendar was going to become extremely crowded. She rolled over onto her stomach and thought briefly about Chuck. She was very thankful that he had covered her back. She also thought about the outline of his cock in the front of his swim suit. Not that she was one to compare lovers, but thought if she succeeded in her attempts to lure Arnold into the sack today, she would have to be pretty imaginative with Chuck to keep her mind from drifting back to her new neighbor. Her eyes closed again and conjured up the continuation of Patty and Arnold's momentous encounter. The image of his huge member poised for entry into her ready cunt came easily to mind. Patty would know how big and possibly difficult this would be for her, but the look of desire on her face said it would be worth it. Arnold would remove his fingers from her cunt and press the head of his monstrous cock against her lips. Her moaning would increase as, slowly, almost imperceptibly, his shaft would sink into her steamy slit. As soon as the head was all the way inside she would take control and begin to force herself back against him, taking inch after inch until his pubic hair was pressed up against her round, muscular ass. She wasn't sure what Patty had done with that huge cock, but then sexual fantasy didn't have to make a whole lot of sense, did it? Arnold's balls would be hanging down, the scrotum cradling them with care. The skin of his ball sac would be dark and wrinkled, confident of their position and reacting to Patty's heat. As he entered her further and further the balls would be drawn up until they would be right up against the base of his cock. Slowly he would grind his pelvis against her ass, causing Patty to begin to shake noticeably. She would reach down between her legs and begin to massage her own clit. Her moans would become louder as he began to move his cock in and out of her vagina. Each thrust in would send a new jolt of energy through her body, setting it to vibrating once again. Patty's abdomen would begin to work, setting up a motion in her vagina that would squeeze and milk the huge shaft within her. Arnold would growl roughly, his knees becoming weak. He would grab onto her ass and hold himself as the level of pleasure his cock was experiencing would become so intense he could barely stand it. Her internal actions would drive him into a frenzy and soon his huge cock would be pistoning in and out of her, eliciting cries of pleasure from her. Patty's breasts would be swung forward with each thrust of his cock and the constant motion would cause her nipples to keep hardening until they were so big they seemed ready to explode. She would continue to grasp the extremely stable chair with one hand and manipulate her clit with the other. Arnold would increase his pace and begin the final drive towards orgasm. Each time his cock pulled out it seemed to be thicker and longer and harder and darker than the time before. Patty's cunt would be literally running with juices and soon would be throbbing with a vaginal orgasm that would go on for minutes. Her knees would forget how to support her as the intensity of her orgasm took over and she would be supported solely by his cock. Arnold's head would be thrown back and each thrust would cause him to grunt and moan as Patty's talented, muscular cunt would suck his dick to the point where he didn't think he could stand up anymore. His huge muscles would be bulging with the effort and intensity of their union. Patty's manipulations of her clitoris would suddenly pay off and she would achieve yet another orgasm, this one so violent that her hips would buck wildly. Her screams and moans and expletives would drive Arnold on to achieve his own end. One final thrust and he would arch his back in ultimate tension. Every muscle swollen to maximum size. Patty's own musculature leaping out in relief as she would work her insides and fling him up to a sexual plateau that would clearly be overwhelming. Cum would begin leaking out from her cunt as his massive orgasm filled her beyond capacity. With each thrust they would both sink to their knees, the intensity just too much to deal with. He would continue to thrust powerfully into her, his cock not giving the least hint of softening. Their screams and cries would fill the room, the world; their energy would charge the atmosphere. Even after they had both spent themselves they would continue to thrust in and out. Arnold's cock would not be denied. Patty's cunt would cry for more and they would begin again, achieving orgasms within minutes, the intensity of which would only be slightly less than that which had preceded it. Around and around this fantasy went in Chris's head until she lost track of how many orgasms either Arnold or Patty or she, herself, had. When she finally resurfaced to reality the sun had traveled a good distance across the sky and was now nearing the horizon. She must have been out for at least an hour. She looked around to see who was near and what the general environment was. Most of the people who had been on the beach when she arrived were gone, including Chuck and his group. The sky was still cloudless and beginning to take on the red/orange quality of a hazy ocean sunset. It washed the fronts of the buildings, including her own, with a light tint that gave it that "rose colored glasses" look. Several people were out on their balconies preparing barbecues or lounging about, enjoying the end of the day. Movement near her own apartment attracted her attention. She saw the glass door next to hers slide open and out onto the balcony stepped the object of her cunt-moistening desires. He was shirtless and seemed to be moving something very heavy out onto the balcony because she could see, even from this distance, his muscles bulging with some effort. Well, no time like the present. She stood up and stretched her sun-soaked body. As she raised her arms over her head to stretch her back the top of her bathing suit rode up high. She noticed that the hunk with the magnificent muscles had paused in his efforts and was looking directly at her. She figured two could play at his game. She stretched her back, raised her shoulders and her beautiful left breast slipped from its place within the bathing suit top. She continued to lean back, ignoring her plight. She wondered how many other people were noticing her display. She didn't care. Her only thought was to entice her new neighbor, seduce him, lure him, fuck him. When she straightened back up she allowed the breast to remain exposed for a few seconds longer as she stared directly at him, daring him not to lust after that firm, luscious globe of flesh. She raised her hand to the breast and cupped the bottom of it in her hand, holding it up in a manner that offered it to him. She then pulled the top of her suit down over the mound and made several complicated and completely useless adjustments to it to increase its visibility over the top of the minimal fabric. Her eyes never left the balcony and she noted that his eyes never left her. "Well, Arnold," she thought, "I hope your good and horny now because, ready or not, here I cum." She walked to the top of her mat, turned to face the ocean, and bent over at the waist to roll up the mat, her ass clearly pointed directly at the man on the balcony. She made sure she bent over to pick up each item individually and put it in her bag. Without even looking she could tell his eyes were still riveted on her. She grabbed her bag and headed for the building, glancing up to note that he had set down whatever he had been carrying and was now leaning on the railing, staring unabashedly down at her. She imagined the front of his pants or bathing suit or whatever he was wearing (was he wearing anything at all? She moaned passionately at the thought) was being stretched to the limits by his huge erection, brought on by thoughts of what he would like to do to the woman he was watching on the beach. Would he be excited to note she was walking towards his building? Would he start to plan some way to meet her "by chance"? Would he not even bother with the games and call his apartment number down to her, knowing she had been displaying herself for him? How surprised he would be to find she was his next door neighbor. He would probably realize she had been giving him a taste of his own medicine. Should she just go up and knock on his door? "Hi. I'm Chris. Let's fuck." Or should she find some subtler way to engineer the meeting. Would he appreciate the effort? And why, with all the digging and pawing around in her beach bag, had she not been able to locate the key to her apartment? She set the bag down on the bike path and dug through with an increasing feeling of impending doom; the same feeling one got when the car wasn't where you thought you left it in the parking lot. Chris completely forgot about the man on the balcony as she poured the entire contents of the bag out onto the pavement. She sifted through and lifted each article, hoping to hear the familiar sound of metal falling onto asphalt. Then it suddenly occurred to her: The collision she'd had with the girl on the roller blades. Her bag had overturned and the key must have fallen out into the sand. She went to that spot and began to sift through the sand. A couple of cigarette butts and a dime were all that she could come up with. She heaved the dime out onto the beach in frustration and sat down in the sand. Mr. Howard was gone for the night, so there was no chance of getting the spare key from him. Thoughts of having a passionate, unbridled roll in the hay, impaled on the most beautiful cock she had ever seen, began to fade away in mists of depression. The rest of her evening was going to be consumed with efforts to break into her own apartment. A light came on in her head. A tiny glimmer of hope formed in the back of her mind. Slowly that glimmer became a ray. The ray became a beam. The beam became the sun. It melted her and her juices began to flow even more. There was another way to get into her apartment. From Arnold's balcony.