The Man in 3B

by Alexis Shore

  A few nervous steps closer to a pile of cartons, and Mike looked about timidly. No one there? With fingertips, he lifted a flap, hoping for a clue about the new tenant. Secretly hoping to find a box full of kinky lingerie.

  Just crockery.

  The sound of a removal man grunting up the stairs made him turn on his heels and head downwards out on to the snow-strewn street. He tugged his collar tighter around his neck and trudged off to work.

  A dull day at the office ensued. A string of familiar, unattractive female faces smiled at him whenever they passed. They all wanted him, but come on, at the very least they had to have great bodies to get him up. Why would he want these girls? Ah well, they got a cheap thrill whenever he smiled back.

  It was disappointing there was no-one in the office worth hitting on. It’s where he’d met Neve, but she had moved on to “bigger and better things” as she put it. Stuck up cow. It was fun finally getting her into his bed.

  Sex was playing on his mind more than ever today. He’d been gagging for it for weeks, but now, he just wanted it again, even more. Neve might be feeling the same when he got home. Oh no, she’d muttered something about not coming over.

  It was dark by the time he got back to Kensington Gardens. He hated the winter months. It was so much nicer to walk home in the summer evenings. But at least Rachael was wandering up to the building at the same time.

  Mike slowed his pace to make sure he arrived behind her, getting a good look at her ass, tightly packed into that sexy pencil skirt. She didn’t stop to get her mail, and he watched that butt disappear up the stairs to the symphony of heels on stone.

  Maybe it was her turn to come to his bed?

  Nice idea.

  Grabbing his own mail, he bounced up the stairs himself. As he unlocked his door, he heard Peter opening his. A quick nod of hellos and Mike stepped in to the cosy warmth of his flat.

  Then it occurred to him he was alone tonight.

  Great.

  The TV went straight on to the dirty movie channel, and he headed in to the kitchen to find some junk food to munch on. A giant bag of cheesy Doritos and some dips. Lovely stuff.

  As he settled into his reclining chair, crunching down on a guacamole-coated chip he decided tonight was going to be even more fun than last night. Even without the sex.

  “Go on son,” he bellowed at the TV as a taut-chested man started fucking a busty blonde over the sofa arm. “Fuck her silly.”

  The guy’s pecs were solid. Mike was aiming for definition like that.

  But when he pulled out to reveal his schlong, Mike snorted in derision. “That’s clearly a prosthetic. No one’s cock is that big.”

  Ribbons of his jizz landed all over the bint’s face.

  Mike could do these movies. Easily. What a life. Getting paid to do a load of different women all day. That’s not a job, that’s a holiday. Like having an orgy every day.

  The next scene was set in a fetish club. He flicked it up to the next channel. None of that spanking for him. Now this was more like it. Two silicon titted women kissing.

  He massaged his balls through his trousers, then immediately regretted it. His cheese powder coated fingers had left a mess.

  “Fuck it.”

  The TV blinked off.

  Time for a snooze.

  Odd images danced in his sleeping mind. An oversized sofa, and next to him was Rachael, wearing a red wig. She hooks her leg over his, and his cock immediately goes hard. She wants him, but just as she leans in for a kiss, Mike feels a sharp point digging into his cheek.

  It’s Peter.

  Holding a giant broadsword and smiling.

  Behind him Sheena shouts encouragement.

  Rachael starts to laugh uncontrollably.

  Peter’s taunts loom loud.

  Mike spies his own sword, out of reach. When he finally grabs it, it’s too small, and flops about like rubber.

  Mike woke up with a start, knocking the bag of Doritos all over the floor.

  Shit.

  He looked at the mess, then down to the straining bulge in his trousers. The orange powder was still there. And now it was all over the carpet.

  Good dream though.

  Rachael was clearly up for it. Maybe his sub-conscious mind was interpreting some real life clues, trying to tell him something he didn’t know. That’s what dreams are for, isn’t it?

  To make sense of stuff he didn’t always understand.

  Yeah, his brain knew Rachael wanted him.

  He’d tidy up the mess later, but first he needed to get out of these grubby trousers.

  They fell to his ankles as he stared at himself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom. His thighs were starting to tone up too now – that was the rowing machine.

  Tugging off his top, he examined his abs again. Still not quite there, but nearly. The erection straining under his shorts was always impressive though. Big. But proper, real-life big. Five inches. None of that porno eight to ten inches myth.

  He took off his shorts and began to pose in the mirror, staring at his own reflection.

  Yes, Rachael wanted him. She was Sheena’s friend. That was his in. They could have a little bit of a giggle about her together.

  She was frumpy, that was always funny. But Sheena did have a great body and tits to die for. Not the sort of woman you want on your arm in public – unless maybe she was wearing a tight, low-cut top – but she would never wear that, no matter how often you fucked her.

  Rachael on the other hand. Rachael. A delicious piece of ass if ever there was one. He’d kick Neve out of bed to make room for Rachael. Gorgeous. And fuckable every which way.

  “Oh fuuuuuuck.”

  Mike looked straight at the wall the moment he heard Sheena moaning loudly.

  In one fluid motion, he stood up on the bed and pressed his ear to the plaster, straining to hear more.

  Was she getting fucked?

  The bed was beginning to go, and her moaning was pretty intense. Not at all the way he remembered her sounding when they did it.

  His fist curled around his rock hard prick, and he began to pump away with some fury, listening intently to the sounds of sex wafting through the dividing wall. Memories of Sheena’s gorgeous tits swinging above his face made him pump harder, and as his loins began to tighten, he decided that whilst he pursued Rachael, he would turn on the charm and have some bonus sex with Sheena. She’d be grateful.

  With a grunt, he doubled over and held his swollen cock still as it unloaded the content of his balls.

  “Pathetic.”

  Mike looked up to see Neve stood in the doorway, looking at him with utter contempt. Just then he became incredibly conscious of his waning prick and the string of unbroken semen that hung all the way down to the pillows at his feet.

  With a shake of her head, she scooped up something from the dresser and left the flat without another word.

  He spent the rest of the evening trying to forget the look on her face. Before he dropped off to sleep, he concluded that she was just jealous, that she’d come over for another night of sex, and couldn’t handle him having fun alone. Sanctimonious cow. No doubt she frigged herself off regularly.

  But he still couldn’t shake the vague feeling of shame even in the shower the next morning. How dare she make him feel like this?

  And it wasn’t like he was perving. Sheena never made that much noise when screwing, at least not when they did it. She was being deliberately loud to get his attention. It was a cry for help. She wanted Mike to hear her, to let him know she wanted a better night than the one she was getting.

  A little later, he peered at Sheena through the peephole, letting her leave instead of exchanging small talk. He still wasn’t in the mood, even if the way her tits moved under that blouse did make him want her.

  Gone, he opened the door, at the exact moment that Rachael opened her front door.

  Brilliant.

  He smiled, his most charming of smiles.

  She liked it.


  “After you,” He said, holding the door open and following her down the stairs, taking in that ass from close quarters for once.

  She stopped to check her mail, no doubt as an excuse to stay in his company a little longer, so he obliged her and checked his mail too. He looked her way, giving a little wink, and enjoyed the way her eyes explored his muscular frame. She’d love what she’d find under this suit.

  He looked at the collection of letters and junk leaflets in his hand. There was an ornate envelope, which he tugged open without looking. Instead, his eyes followed Rachael to the door, where she lingered for a moment, pushing her ass out towards him in a flirty manner.

  Then she was gone.

  What was this?

  An elegant card invited him to 3B that evening.

  Five

  Rachael stared out at the snow, half-yearning to go outside and play, half happy that she was tucked up inside warm and snug. The window seat was her favourite place to sit, and she pressed her forehead to the cold glass, looking down at the flakes beginning to settle in the gardens below.

  The dark of the grass in the night was slowly disappearing under a thin blanket of white crystals. Rachael’s breath began to leave a haze on the pane, growing and slightly receding with each rise and fall of her chest.

  The whole scene was mesmerising.

  Certainly, it was better than what was awaiting her in the bathroom.

  She shook the thought away, and pulled her knees tighter to her, wrapping her arms around them in an act of self-comfort.

  Six weeks ago, the mood in the flat was oh so different.

  It flickered with the light of a dozen candles, and the dancing flames added to the frisson of promise that hung in the air. Rachael had been excited for hours as she fretted about making sure that everything was just so.

  The months of being single were a blessed relief, and the flat was so much more accommodating to one person, but it didn’t make up for the sexual frustration.

  Chatting on the phone to Harry had been nice. The easiest they had been with one another since the break-up. It’s no wonder they got a little flirty, and it’s no wonder that Rachael had suggested an evening of bonus fun.

  It was raining that night, a light drizzle that was slowly growing heavier. After the sexy flirting came the frank discussion about practicalities. They both strenuously agreed it would be a one off, that it was just sex, something nice to do for an evening, nothing more.

  Rachael even knew Harry had started seeing someone else, but never let on. That was up to him. She just wanted to enjoy herself for a few hours, and part of that enjoyment was making the flat as sexy as possible.

  It always looked wonderful lit by candle.

  And the soft music drifting from the hidden speakers only heightened the mood.

  Nearly time.

  Rachael took a moment to check herself in the mirror. He preferred her blonde hair down, but she thought it would be best to tie it back. Besides, she looked better that way, and it wouldn’t be in the way.

  No make-up, but a quick lip of the lips always made them glisten. Thin straps always made her slender shoulders look even more shapely, and the elegant pink satin chemise tickled at her naked skin. No bra, her pert little tits weren’t as supple as they used to be, but they were still deliciously firm, and the way her nipples poked through the satin would really get Harry going.

  With a moment’s doubt, she crossed to the drawer and pulled out a pair of matching panties, which she slipped on slowly, enjoying the material caressing over her thighs. She always loved feeling his tongue through material first.

  Plus they would hide her little treat.

  He’d often asked to see it shaven, but she’d never done it before. It felt odd, but nice too, especially with the satin teasing at her there.

  The anticipation of sex was always delicious, and sometimes even sexier than the act itself. But not that night. It definitely surpassed all of Rachael’s expectations.

  By the time the doorbell chimed, she was quite giddy with excitement. But before she reached up to open the door, she turned to look in the mirror, staring deeply into her own pale blue eyes.

  Those eyes looked back at her now from the reflection in the frosty window. A single moment frozen in time. She wondered now if she could go back and relive it all, would she still open the door?

  It was wonderful fun at the time.

  Her fingers twisted the lock open and a waft of cool air drifted in from the vestibule. Goosebumps spread across her exposed flesh, mostly because of the smile that greeted her. Harry always looked his best when grinning lasciviously.

  Without a word, he let his eyes explore her body, then stepped inside and pushed the door closed behind him.

  Rachael leaned in to plant a tiny kiss on his lips, without planning for it to turn into a full blown passionate snog. But the moment they touched, their tongues were dancing against one another, as his hands gripped her waist firmly. Automatically, driven by a full day of anticipatory lust, her hand cupped into his crotch and massaged it.

  Harry however showed some restraint, and stepped back from the embrace, saying hello as he removed his rain-kissed coat.

  Rachael silently chastised herself for being so forthright. She became aware of her nipples poking so eagerly through the satin, and folded her arms across her chest self-consciously.

  “You look gorgeous,” he said, and leaned in to peck her cheek.

  She smiled a little, unsure if that was patronising or lovely. She chose to take it as the latter.

  “Sit down,” she almost whispered, surprised at her sudden timidity. “I’ll get some wine.”

  In the kitchen she took a moment to gather herself and reset. They both knew what was happening. This wasn’t a seduction. Just enjoy each and every moment without over-analysing it all.

  She took a breath, then scooped up the bottle and two glasses, before padding barefoot back into the living room. Harry was sitting as he always did, legs apart, arm splayed across the back of the couch. It was an arrogant self-confidence, belied only by the obvious erection trapped in his trousers.

  Rachael licked her lips as she sat down beside him, letting him pour the drinks, while she stared longingly at his cock. When he turned back, she averted her gaze, and took the glass in her fingers.

  “Cheers,” he smiled, gently toasting her with a melodic ring of glassware.

  And before she could lift it to her lips, he leaned in and planted a lingering kiss, sucking her lower lip before letting it go reluctantly.

  Rachael took a sip, and sat back into the cushions, crossing her legs to reveal even more thigh beneath the pink satin hemline. Harry always did like her legs, and she caught him staring.

  At that moment, it felt like they had never done this before, which made it even more delicious.

  “Does she know you’re here?” asking that made Rachael feel even more naughty.

  He gave a wry smile, then admitted she didn’t.