My Neighbor’s Towel Fell in Front of Me

My neighbor from the second floor is named Renata, and for almost a year she was little more to me than a good morning in the elevator. A woman of about thirty-seven, tall, with straight blond hair falling to the middle of her back, and the kind of confidence that can’t be faked. I would run into her alone, or with her mother, or carrying grocery bags, and it never went beyond a polite greeting. I would lower my eyes and go on my way, as anyone does when they share a building with someone attractive and prefer not to make it obvious.

I say “was,” because a few months ago she stopped being a pleasant stranger.

I left my apartment in the middle of the morning, backpack over my shoulder and my mind somewhere else. The hallway was empty, the building sunk in that strange silence of weekdays. Then the second-floor door opened and there she was, wrapped in a white towel that barely reached halfway down her thigh.

The surprise made the backpack slip from my hand.

I bent to pick it up purely by reflex, and from below, from that absurd angle, I got a view I hadn’t been looking for but didn’t look away from either. I saw her thighs parted just enough, and between them, for an instant, her shaved pussy, her pink lips peeking out beneath the edge of the towel. My cheeks burned, and my cock hardened abruptly inside my pants. I thought she would turn around and lock herself back inside. Instead, she started down the stairs toward the lobby.

With every step, the towel opened a little farther over her hip. She made no attempt to hold it in place. She let it move, let its edge ride up and reveal the curve of her thigh, as if the fabric had a life of its own and she were too distracted to notice.

—Hello, neighbor —she said as naturally as could be when she reached the bottom.

She bent over the row of mailboxes to open hers, which was in the lowest row. She didn’t bend her knees. She leaned from the waist, unhurried, taking her time rummaging among the envelopes, and I stood rooted to the spot, my backpack hanging from one hand and my throat dry. The towel rode up to the middle of her ass, and from where I stood I could see everything: both of her round, firm cheeks, the crack slowly opening with each movement, and lower down, between her thighs, her shaved, glistening pussy, her swollen lips obscenely peeking out.

She’s doing it on purpose.

The thought struck me with uncomfortable clarity. Nobody collects their mail like that. Nobody takes that long separating two bills. And yet there she remained, giving me her back, offering me a postcard I hadn’t asked for and from which I could no longer tear my eyes away. My cock showed through the fabric, and there was no way to hide it.

I wanted to play the gentleman. I mumbled something, an awkward goodbye, and turned toward the building’s entrance. She started up the stairs with a handful of envelopes in her hands. My hand was on the doorknob, but I hesitated. I waited. Part of me wanted to see her one more time before leaving.

I opened the door.

And the wind did the rest.

A gust came through the opening, rushed up the stairs, and lifted her towel above her waist just as she reached the middle of the flight. Renata let out a little cry and made a move with her elbows, but both hands were occupied with the mail and she didn’t want to drop a single envelope. The towel slipped from her body, slid down her back, and fell to the floor, tumbling down the stairs until it landed at my feet.

She stood motionless two steps above me, her back turned, exposed to the morning light coming through the window. I saw her entire ass, her long legs held only slightly together, and between them her pussy opening like a split fruit. Then, slowly, she turned around.

She didn’t run. She didn’t cover herself with her hands. She looked straight at me, her tits bare, two large breasts with erect pink nipples pointing at me, and her shaved pussy gleaming in the light. She descended the stairs with a calmness that left me breathless, holding my gaze the entire time, until she stopped in front of me.

—Will you hand it to me? —she asked, indicating the towel with her chin.

I picked it up from the floor and held it out to her. She took it, but didn’t cover herself. She draped it over her arm, the way a waiter carries a napkin, and gave me that mischievous half-smile I would later learn to recognize.

—You have a beautiful body —I blurted out, like the idiot I was at that moment.

She stopped dead. For an instant I was afraid I had crossed an irreversible line. But the blush rising in her cheeks wasn’t anger. She toyed with the edge of the towel hanging from her forearm and tilted her head. Her eyes dropped to my crotch, where the bulge of my hard cock was impossible to conceal, and her smile widened.

—Neighbor —she murmured, lowering her voice—. Do you like what you see?

I nodded. My voice wouldn’t come. My heart was pounding in my temples.

—And would you like to see it up close? —she added—. Touch it? Fuck me?

She dropped the envelopes on the lobby floor without looking at them, without caring where they landed. Then she held out a hand toward me.

—Come.

***

We went upstairs in silence, her in front and me behind, measuring each step as if I might wake from an absurd dream. Her naked ass was right in front of my face, moving from step to step, and between her cheeks her pussy opened and closed with every stride, already wet and glistening. Her apartment smelled of freshly brewed coffee and something floral I couldn’t identify. She closed the door with her foot and turned toward me, the towel still hanging uselessly from her arm.

—I was sure you’d come down at this time one day —she said—. I’ve been pretending to be distracted with the mail for weeks.

—Why? —I asked.

—Because you looked at me and then looked away —she replied, taking a step toward me—. And I wanted you to stop looking away. I wanted you to look at my pussy and get your cock hard, like it is now.

She let the towel fall to the floor. This time there was no wind, no accident, no excuse. Just her, standing in the soft light of her living room, offering herself completely, and me, after a year of pretending not to look.

She took my face in her hands. Her fingers were warm, and when they brushed me a shiver ran up the back of my neck.

—Tell me you really mean it —she whispered—. What you said downstairs.

—I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time —I said, and for once I wasn’t exaggerating.

She closed her eyes for a second, as if those words weighed more heavily on her than she let show.

—Thank you —she replied softly—. I needed to hear something like that today. Now shut up and fuck me.

I kissed her. At first it was a slow kiss, a gentle pressure that gradually turned into something else. I pushed my tongue deep inside and she sucked it hungrily, biting my lip, moaning into my mouth. I slid my hand down her back until I grabbed her whole ass, squeezing it, burying my fingers in the flesh, and she let out a hoarse moan that made me press my cock against her belly.

I lowered my lips along the curve of her neck, bit her shoulder, and kept going down to her tits. I caught one nipple in my mouth and sucked it hard, tugging with my teeth, and she arched her back and dug her nails into the nape of my neck.

—Oh, fuck —she panted—. Yes, eat them, bite them.

I ran my tongue from one nipple to the other, sucking them until they were hard and reddened. She tore my shirt open, tugged at my belt with both hands, and when she finally opened my pants and pulled out my cock, a long sigh escaped her.

—My God —she murmured, closing her fingers around it—. You’re so fucking hard.

She started jerking me off slowly, looking into my eyes, squeezing me from base to tip, spreading the drop that had appeared on the head with her thumb. Then she sank to her knees in front of me on the rug, never breaking eye contact, and brought my cock to her face.

—I’ve been thinking about tasting it for weeks —she said, and put it in her mouth.

I felt the wet heat of her mouth swallowing me whole, her tongue wrapping around me, her throat tightening around me when she pushed me all the way down. She sucked me slowly at first, her eyes half-closed, letting saliva run down her chin and drip onto her tits. Then she began moving faster, gripping my ass with both hands, pushing me against her face, letting my cock fuck her mouth without ever letting go.

—Renata —I growled, my fingers tangled in her blond hair—. Yes, suck me like that.

She pulled my cock out for a second, licked my balls, sucked each one like a piece of candy, and then took me all the way back in with one thrust. Saliva hung in strands from her lips to my cockhead. Her face reddened every time she drove me down her throat. And she looked up at me with those bright green eyes, enjoying having me trembling for her.

—Wait —I said, pulling her hair back—. I’m going to come, and I want to do it inside you.

She stood, kissed me with her mouth still full of my taste, and pushed me toward the sofa.

—Wait —I said, with the last shred of common sense I had left—. What about your mother?

—She’s away —she replied breathlessly—. She’ll be back in two days. We have the whole house to fuck like pigs, neighbor.

That was the last thing I needed to hear.

I laid her on her back on the sofa and spread her legs wide. Her pussy opened before me, shiny and soaked, her lips swollen and her clit poking out hard between them. I lowered my head and ran my tongue all the way from bottom to top, very slowly, savoring her. Renata cried out and thrust her hips against my mouth.

—Oh, shit! —she moaned—. Don’t stop, don’t stop.

I ate her pussy hungrily, sucking her lips one by one, plunging my tongue inside, moving it in circles around her clit. I slipped two fingers inside her and began fucking her with them while I sucked her little bud, and I felt her clench, felt her twist on the sofa, clutching at the cushions. I swept my flat tongue over her clit again and again without stopping, until I felt her whole body tense.

—I’m coming —she screamed—. I’m coming in your mouth, don’t stop, don’t stop.

She came with my head clamped between her thighs, wetting my chin, grinding her pussy against my face in spasms that shook her whole body. I kept licking her until she collapsed trembling onto the sofa, panting, her tits rising and falling.

—Come here —she whispered, pulling me up, opening herself even wider for me—. Put it in me now. Put all of it in me.

I positioned myself above her and ran my cockhead over her pussy lips, up and down, coating it in her wetness. I rubbed against her slowly, playing at the edge, and she writhed beneath me, digging her fingers into my back.

—Please —she panted—. Don’t make me wait any longer. I’ve been imagining it inside me for too long.

I gave in. I pushed my cock inside her in one single thrust, slowly and all the way to the hilt, and Renata let out a hoarse cry that came from somewhere deep inside her. I felt her open around me, squeezing me completely, so wet that she was leaking over my balls. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me down, demanding more weight, more closeness, more of everything.

—Like that —she said through her teeth—. Exactly like that. Fuck me, neighbor, fuck me hard.

I began to move, slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out before burying myself in her again. She looked into my eyes, mouth open, moaning every time I touched her deep inside. Then I sped up. The sofa creaked beneath us. Our bodies made a wet, obscene sound every time our hips collided. I grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it hard as I pounded into her, pinching the nipple and tugging on it.

—Harder —she demanded—. Break me, fuck, break me.

I lifted her off the sofa without pulling out and put her on all fours over the cushions. I gripped her hips with both hands and drove my cock into her from behind again, all the way to the bottom, and this time I fucked her without mercy. Every thrust drew a muffled cry from her. Her ass bounced against my stomach. I saw her back arch, her blond hair fall to either side, her tits swinging beneath her with every blow.

—Yes, yes, yes —she moaned, clutching the back of the sofa—. Put it all in me, give it to me hard, fuck me like a whore.

I slapped one of her ass cheeks. The crack echoed through the room, and she let out a sharper moan. I slapped her again. Two red marks appeared on her ass. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled her back, continuing to fuck her harder and harder, watching her face in profile, her mouth open and her eyes half-closed.

—I’m going to come again —she cried—. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop, make me come with your cock inside me.

I drove into her deeply, every thrust more brutal than the last, and felt her tense around me, squeezing me so tightly I could barely move. She came screaming my name, trembling all over, soaking my cock and balls. Her pussy pulsed around me, sucking me, milking me, and that finished me too.

—I’m coming —I growled—. Where? Where should I come?

—Inside —she panted—. Inside, come inside, fill my pussy.

I let go with one final thrust, buried all the way inside her, and emptied my entire load into her in long spurts. I felt her squeeze me, wringing me out, and stayed that way for a moment, breathing against the back of her neck, my cock still throbbing inside her.

When I finally pulled out, my cum began to run down her thighs, white and thick. She looked over her shoulder at me with that mischievous smile, ran two fingers along the crack of her pussy, gathering what was spilling out, and brought them to her mouth.

—Delicious —she whispered.

***

We remained tangled together on the sofa for a long while, catching our breath. She traced lazy circles on my chest with one finger, and I stroked the blond hair now tousled across the cushion. A thread of semen ran down her thigh, and she made no attempt to wipe it away.

—I thought you were never going to dare say anything to me —she confessed with a smile.

—And I thought you were out of my league —I replied.

—You see that I’m not.

I sat up a little, looking for my clothes on the floor, my head still spinning from what had just happened. She caught me by the arm and pulled me back. She guided my hand down to her still-soaked pussy and made me touch it.

—Where are you going in such a hurry? —she asked with that mischievous half-smile that had disarmed me in the lobby—. I told you we have two days. And this cock still has a lot of work ahead of it.

I let myself fall back down beside her. Outside, the building remained wrapped in its midmorning silence, unaware of everything. Inside, Renata curled up against my chest, took hold of my cock, and spoke softly in my ear as she began jerking me off slowly, feeling it harden again.

—This is only the beginning, neighbor. Living so close has its advantages.

And I knew that, from that day on, going down to collect the mail would never again be a boring chore.