Neighborliness

I didn't know I had a new neighbor until I broke my leg and had to hobble down the stairs to the laundry room.

There he was– older maybe, salt pepper and big full lips (that instantly made me think about them kissing), and obviously still quite fit under those jeans and baggy hoodie. He raced up the stairs to come to my aid. He had my laundry bag at the washer, before I even made it down the stairs. What a nice guy.

We chatted- small talk (when did you move in? How long in the Bay Area? What the fuck did you do to your foot?). As I sorted the laundry into the washers I was thinking what a mess of girl I am right now, cast on my leg, my hair in a jumbled mass, groggy sleepy floating on pain pills, crust in corners, unkempt and unbathed and yet he kept that goofy smile on me. I know that smile. Maybe it was the short shorts and cast that did it to him.

"What the hell are you smiling at?"

"No, nothing– just you."

The wash gets going, my new friend walks me out and I hobble up the stairs feeling his eyes still on my broken leg swagger. When I make it to the top, I look down, he just waves up from below–

"See you in while."

Shaking my head I close the door to my apartment behind me.

Time passes, the wash gets done and it's now time to get get it all back up the stairs– and what do you know, perfect timing– the new neighbor appears–

"Ready for me to help you get that upstairs?"

Setting the laundry down, he asks,
"is there anything else you need help with?"
I shake my head no.

"I'm sure there is something I can help you with…what about a shower?, I'm sure you can use a shower."

Obviously he could sense that. I know I need a shower. It's not an easy task, it requires a plastic bag, duct tape, balancing on one leg, under water and slippery soap. It doesn't happen enough when you have a cast on your leg.
Yes, I could use a shower. But with the help of a complete stranger?
I stutter out my retort–

"Oh, I don't think so, no, I couldn't."

"Come on, it will feel great, and I won't peek, I promise."

There is no way I could let a complete stranger shower me, but maybe if…

"Well– how bout we smoke a lil joint first, then maybe."

It only ever takes me a few puffs and I feel my shyness float away. Watching your full lips taking a puff off the end of the joint, makes dirty thoughts fill my head– thoughts of you kissing me fresh out of the shower starts sounding pretty good.

"Ok, will you please help me?"

Why is it always so hard to ask that question?

I slip into my room, change into my robe, gather the towels, the plastic bag and the duct tape to prevent the water from destroying my cast. Sitting down on the couch next to you I stick my foot in the garbage bag and start with the tape– you take over quickly. Kneeling on the floor at my knees you begin to wrap a strip of duct tape around the top of the cast, sealing the garbage bag in place- a heat wave blush consumes my body at your gentleness and the close proximity of you to my thighs. I already want your hand to move up higher, to explore, to dip into my wet lips and open them.

Finished with the tape you help me to my feet and we walk toward my little bathroom. Setting the shower head up for a hot massage strobe, a wave of shyness hits me. I've never been in this position before, disrobing in front of near strange– but here I am, I let the robe slide open, slip it off , handing it to you to hang on the door hook. Naked except for the cast and garbage bag.

"Okay– you ready?"

In a shaky and unsure voice,

"I guess I am…"

Nervously I lean my entire weight into you, stepping over the bathtub with my good foot, then the casted foot. The  hot water feels like a hits down onto my skin– it feels so good. Drift.

"Don't stand in there too long, the tape will start to give."

I quicken my pace, soaping the lufa– scrubbing, trying to balance on the one leg.

"Would you like me to do your back?"

Fuck yeah I would.

"ummm, oaky."

Handing over the lufa I turn my back and ass toward you. Drifting into being touched. From my neck down you scrub. Hesitating at my ass, for only brief moment though, soaped and scrubbed- the lufa drops to the ground. Your hands slide around the cheeks of my ass, slipping between, and down my thighs, the hot water washing the soap away.

"Alright that's enough, let's get you out of here and get that leg elevated."

Almost my thoughts exactly.

Helping me one foot at a time over the hurdle of the bathtub, slipping me back into my furry black robe, guiding from bath to the bedroom. Stacking up a pile of pillows for my foot and one for my head, guided by you I stretch out my limbs across the bed.

I'm clean, stoned and have this man in my room. This is the best I've felt in weeks.

Your hand opens my robe allowing it to fall to side of my body- leaving my warm bathed skin exposed. Your hands begin their assent and dissent of my legs and thighs, massaging my mildly atrophied limbs. With my sly smile and a point to the nightstand, I ask–

"Will you use a little coconut oil please?"

Your fingers dip in, pulling out a clump of oil, letting it liquify between your palms, you begin on my non casted foot. Your hands are rough and strong. I like it.

Further up my thighs you go, to my belly.

With one hand on my belly the other begins to massage into my mound of pussy– my pussy that is quickly becoming needy. You look at me for that reassuring glance that what is now happening is right. In this moment everything if right. With firm pressure on my lower belly your two finger begin to open me up, filling me– eliciting a deep moan from inside of me. As you inch in I can feel my cunt swallow and squeeze around you.

"You have such a tight pussy, you must not get laid enough."

Oh– Insults and truth will get you everywhere.

You moan a growl, and shift your body between my thighs, lowering into me, kisses turn to licks, turns to devouring my wet and now sloppy pussy. Your fingers slowly push and pull, while your mouth and tongue lap every bit of me up.
My hands landing on the back of your head, keeping you in me–

"You're hungry, you must not be getting enough pussy lately."

Your fingers now working harder, I can feel myself push onto your hand, your mouth still fucking me… I know it's coming, am I really going to cum in his mouth, first round.

The whimpers and pleas fill the room-

"I'm gonna cum, oh I'm gonna cum."

Pulling and grabbing into you, your head, your back, all of you into me. I feel myself, the walls of my pussy-  pull in and then let go as I fill your mouth. Such attentiveness to pussy, you do not come up until my body has settled and when you do your lips meet mine and the kiss is soaked in me. I can feel the strain of your cock still stuffed in your jeans and there is no doubt about me needing it.

Finally letting your clothing go, I get to see- the abs, the muscles, the salt and pepper hair on your chest, and a sweet cock that's so hard it's glued to your belly.

With a drop of my mouth I let you know what it is I want– crawling across my body, straddling my chest– you feed me, slow sliding in and out. It becomes a sweet face fuck, not porn face fuck, my tits being mashed by your thighs as your fill my throat deeper with each trust. I would be happy if you just kept fucking me like this, filling  my mouth with cum.

But you have something else in mind as you slide off me and back between my thighs, your cock bouncing and dragging along my soft belly, between my legs.

Again your fingers open me, spreading my fat juicy lips apart and then you rub that big sticky tip of your cock into me. Right into my clit, making it pop even more. Slick and needy.

"You want to fuck this cock, what about your leg?"

For the first time since the cast was put on I had not been thinking about my foot at all. Grabbing at your hard branch, because I'm cock hungry now, I use it like a toy, flicking you around my pussy, masturbating with it, toying it around my needy hole but not quite sliding you all the way in. Using my other hand to rub the orgasm out through my clit- while you firmly press on my belly with one hand and steady yourself with the other.

"Cum for me."

That's all I need to hear. Encouragement always puts me over the edge. When I get close– my broken word stream fills the room.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck me, fuck me."

At my pleas, your fingers fill me fast. Long past inhibitions– I fuck your hand, rubbing my pussy like animal girl with one hand and the other firmly grasped around your cock, maybe too hard– but I don't really care, I'm too close and your cock feels so good. With moans and bucking I cum so hard and wet. My thighs shake and vibrate with that post orgasm high.

I am so ready to fuck- flipping around, like I have no cast on I wave my ass, pointing my cunt up for you to take.

Sliding around my messy pussy with your thickness, sliding from my pussy to between my ass cheeks, lips to ass and back again. Reaching between my thighs I press your cock into me. Colliding.

"I can't wait, fuck me, get that condom on and fuck me."

Finally– you fill me, stab me, pulling my hips deep into you, giving me that ass slap fuck that I really deserve. The pounding, the squeezing around your cock and my hand rubbing at my pussy makes me cum again all around you.

I know you're not far behind me. Pulling out, taking the condom off, I can feel your cock between my ass cheeks, your hands pulling me, ass grabbing, cock encouraged rock. Friction.

"Cum on me."

Encouragement always works. Pushing me further into the bed with your weight- your cock and cum hit me, I can feel the streak across my ass. You linger, sliding your cummy cock around my cummy pussy before we collapse.

The whole time– I didn't think once about the pain in my leg.

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