You've been living here for a few years now.

A new neighbour has moved into the flat opposite yours. You've only just bumped into each other, exchanged a hello and a smile. But you've had enough time to observe him: tall, robust, broad-shouldered, with a solidly chiselled torso; muscular but just right, with penetrating eyes and a charming smile, younger than you, for sure.

Always with his leather jacket, over a T-shirt or shirt, sometimes a hoodie, jeans and a pair of shoes to finish off his biker look.

How many times have you let yourself imagine putting your hand on his cheek and feeling his warm skin and soft beard beneath your fingers?

But each time you shake off these ideas, telling yourself it would never happen.

You close the door of your flat, head for the lift, dressed in a green shirt dress and a pair of sandals, ready to go to work.

Waiting for the lift, you think about what you have to do, planning your day.

The lift doors open, you step inside and as you press the button for the ground floor, you hear a deep, suave voice asking you to wait.

His voice.

Your eyes widen, knowing that he was going to share this time with you. You can feel the red creeping up your cheeks.

Thank you," he says as he enters the lift, looking you straight in the eye and smiling. And hello," he adds.

You try to keep your composure, returning his smile and his greeting.

The lift starts to descend when it begins to shake until it stops.

After a few seconds, you press the buttons. Nothing happens.

Well, he says, and comes up behind you to press the emergency button.

Someone answers, he explains the situation and the person announces that a repairman will come but not for a good hour.

He's so close to you that you can smell his bold, spicy perfume.

We seem to be stuck here for a while," he says in a soft voice, close to your ear.

And this time, you can't stop the red rising to your cheeks, the heat invading your body.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

You turn towards him and your face is only a few inches from his.

It gives us a bit of time to get to know each other," he continues, never taking his eyes off you.

it's true," you whisper.

I see you in front of the lift every morning, but I've never had the chance to get there in time to take it with you. "

Oh, and why that? " you ask.

I want to know you more, dear neighbor. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about that moment. "

Me too " you reply, smiling.

You have very beautiful eyes ".

You aswell " Where does that come from, you think, wanting to slap yourself.

You see his eyes flickering back and forth from your eyes to your mouth.

You can’t help but lick your lips and you watch him getting closer to your face.

May I " he demands.

Yes " you whisper.

And in a instant, you feel his warm and soft lips on yours, exactly how you imagined them.

One of his hands rests on your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin, and the other on your waist.

The tip of his tongue grazes her lips, insisted, and you open to let him in, welcomed the urgent thrust that sent burning flames through your body.

His grip tightens on your waist, drawing you to him, pressing into you.

Everything speeds up quickly, the kiss becomes more urgent, your hands rest on his bicep, on his waist, your body pressing closely against his.

His hands slid down the smooth curve of your sides, your hips, reaching the bottom of your dress.

They slip underneath, rest gently on your skin, and caress it just below your panty line.

You stop the kiss, place your hands on his jacket and move it down his shoulders and arms, ending up on the floor.

Your hands rest on his chest, his on your arse.

You feel the warmth of his body under your palms.

His fingers brush against your skin and his lips return to yours.

The kiss becomes feverish.

You feel your dress being lift up, the kiss is broken another time.

He takes a moment to devour your body, his eyes full of lust.

You waste no time and reach out for his tee and take it off from him, which joins the jacket and your dress aswell.

He approaches you and pulls you back until you feel the coolness of the wall on your back.

He presses himself against you, kissing you again, his hands venturing down your body, ending up on your breasts.

He pulls down your bra, leaving your breasts free.

He caresses them, squeezes them, rolls your nipples between his fingers.

And you moan into his mouth.

Your hands exploring his body, feeling the softness of his skin and the firmness of his muscles beneath your palms.

His lips move from your mouth, leaving wet kisses on your cheek and jaw, nibbling the skin of your neck.

You let out sounds which are music for his ears.

You reach out for his belt, take it off and undone his jeans.

You can feel your pussy dripping wet for him.

You hand palms his crotch, and his huge cock is already hard for you.

He straightens up a bit, pulls down his jeans and his boxers.

He slides his hands along the edge of your panties and pulls them down in a smooth motion.

You take hold of his cock and stroke it, your thumb caressing the tip..

His fingers go straight to your pussy and start to caress it, first the lips, spreading your wetness, then he lingers on your clit, drawing circles on it, more and more firmly.

You're just a moaning mess.

He presses his body against yours, pick you up, yours legs wrapping around him automatically.

He kisses you again, the tip of his cock brushing your clit, collecting your wetness, making you open up for him.

He finds the entrance of your wet and needy pussy, and slide his throbbing cock inside, slowly, wanting you to feel every inch of it.

You hold your breath, enjoying the feeling. You are overwhelmed, you dreamed about it so many times.

When his cock is deep inside, none of you move, smiling at each other, savouring the moment.

His grip on your ass tighten up as he starts to slide in and out of your pussy.

Your arms pull him against you, surrounding him, your head on his neck, breathing him.

His cock slides in and out of you, long deep thrusts which hit you on the right spot.

Both of your breaths are heavy, both of your moans get louder.

His cock throbbing, getting bigger, feeling your walls squeezing, giving him more sensation.

His heart beats strong and fast against yours.

You feel your orgasm building up rapidly, as if you had been anticipating this for a considerable period of time, preparing each of you for this moment.

He sways his hips faster and harder, in and out of you, chasing his own climax.

His grip on your ass tighten even more, surely leaving marks on your body.

Yours do the same, grabbing harder his hair, his shoulder.

And it hits you hard, your orgam sending waves after waves through your body, your legs and arms clasping him tightly. Your pussy clenchs up around his shaft, making it hard to move back and forth for him.

It pushes him to the edge, his cock exploding deep inside of you, filling you up with an amount of his hot seed.

You can feel him covering your walls, prolonging your orgasm.

You start to relax, his movements continuing slowly, wanting to stay a little longer.

He relaxes aswell, putting his forehead against yours, eyes closed, breathing hard. You observes him, trying to keep this sight of him forever in your mind, knowing that wouldn’t happen again.

He opens his eyes, kisses you, straights up a bit and let you down carefully.

You stay against the wall, finding your balance as your whole body still shakes.

He grabs your clothes, handing them to you. He dresses himself and helps you.

He takes your head between his hands, caressing your cheels softly and says Are you free tonight ? I would love to take you out for dinner”.

You nod, smiling.