Rebecca from Apartment 612

A promotion compels Garnet to relocate to a new apartment 400 miles away. His sixth-floor neighbor, Rebecca, makes him feel welcome on the very first day!

I suppose the best part of Rebecca’s visits to my apartment was their total surprise. I never knew when she would make the short trip down the hallway and knock on my door. Our intimate get-togethers occurred usually at least twice a week. Sometimes, God love her, it was twice in a day. Remarkably, the first time was the day I moved into my new apartment!

When the insurance company I worked for had given me, Garnet Freeman, a huge promotion, it came with the catch that I would have to relocate to the city where its head office was located. It required me to move some 400 miles westward. Luckily, the woman who worked at the human resources office was a true peach. She was instrumental in finding me an apartment that was a mere two-minute walk from a subway stop. Using public transportation was more than acceptable for me. I never particularly liked driving, so this was perfect. The apartment was also terrific in that Rebecca Fontaine lived on the same floor that I did. She was a gem of a girl. I had never met anyone like her.

On the first day I moved into apartment 603, Rebecca was overly friendly to me. She watched my possessions arrive and, with only the briefest of introductions, helped me carry boxes of clothing, dishes, books and other belongings to wherever they needed to go. We immediately hit it off. After less than half an hour of knowing one another, it was Rebecca’s suggestion—not mine—that my first day in my new apartment in my new city would include her sharing my bed. With her pretty face, beautiful shoulder-length black hair, and desirable young body, I would have to be crazy to say no. I could scarcely believe my luck in finding such a willing neighbor just down the hallway. Of course, I readily agreed to engage in this wholly unexpected carnal pleasure.

Rebecca wasted no time. She quickly removed every piece of her clothing and cheerfully got into my bed which I had just made. She sexily fingered her vagina, smiling broadly while eying me. “Garnet,” she cooed in a soft voice, “I’m waiting for you. Don’t dawdle.”

Somewhat impolitely, I asked Rebecca, “Are you this friendly with all your male neighbors?”

“No,” she replied, “just the ones I’m attracted to. In this case, I was attracted to you after about five seconds of first seeing you.”

“I took me a bit longer,” I joked as I disrobed. “I estimate it took between 10 and 15 seconds to notice how attractive you are. Rebecca, I want to caress and fondle every part of your sexy body—and then do some serious screwing!”

“I’d say that sounds like a really fun way to spend this quiet Sunday afternoon,” Rebecca noted. “Shall we begin, Garnet?” Five seconds after I had shed my socks and briefs, I had this wonderful specimen of youthful female beauty in my arms.

As promised, I lovingly fondled and caressed every inch of her delightful frame. My exploration of Rebecca’s body was interrupted only when we passionately kissed. That happened frequently. As I began to suck on her pointy left breast—Rebecca wasn’t especially well-endowed in the mammary department—she grasped the shaft of my fully erect penis and gently stroked it with a delicate touch. What a joyful way of getting to know a new neighbor!

“I just have to lick that beautiful pussy of yours, my dear,” I told her. Indeed, Rebecca’s hairless vaginal area was certainly the most appealing I had ever seen on any of the two dozen females I had bedded in my 31 years.

“Please do!” Rebecca replied.

I slid down the bed and complied wholeheartedly. I used my thumbs to spread her pussy wide open, and then I eagerly let my tongue do the rest. At first, Rebecca giggled her approval of my oral work. After about 30 seconds, though, her giggles changed to passionate yelps. She put both her hands on the back of my head to make sure I would not stop pleasuring her. That was completely unnecessary; I had no intention of stopping—at least not for a while. Overcome with bliss, I lost track of time, but I believe I brought young and beautiful Rebecca to an orgasm in about three or four minutes. It came in the form of a sexy squirt—and it was certainly a strong one! I gladly licked every drop of the precious liquid dripping from her most private bodily part.

Panting, Rebecca happily said to me, “Garnet, that was truly fabulous! Thanks for doing that so well. Accordingly, you deserve an equally good blowjob from me as a reward, don’t you think?”

“I think whatever you think!” I said merrily. A few seconds later, sexy Rebecca cleverly positioned herself in a “69” position so I could continue to pleasure her pussy while she worked on my rock-hard dick. I was delighted to continue to please my bedmate while she satisfied me.

Oh, did she satisfy me! Rebecca was excellent at fellatio, which was no great surprise to me considering how eager she was to have sex with someone who was essentially a stranger. She used licks and sucks and deftly placed squeezes of all areas of my phallus to somehow make me even harder than I thought possible. Within a minute or two, my penis felt like a steel rod—and I didn’t want this epic sensation to go to waste.

“I’ve never been so aroused in my life, Rebecca,” I told her honestly. “I don’t want to come until I’ve put my dick where it’s supposed to go—inside this wonderful pussy of yours!”

Rebecca looked back at my face and grinned. That’s very thoughtful of you, Garnet!” she said. “Let me ride you to an orgasm. Just lie back and relax. Let me do all the work.” Within seconds, Rebecca had positioned her wet pussy where it needed to go and promptly dropped onto my stiff shaft. (The fit was not as tight as I expected. I suppose I should have known that, but I didn’t really care about such trivial matters.) She began to slowly and very sexily move up and down on it.

I had first discovered the thrills and joys of intercourse as a 12-year-old, fucking willing girls since I was in the seventh grade, but this fabulous romp with my new neighbor was undoubtedly the best sexual experience of my life. The pleasure I was experiencing was off the charts. I didn’t want it to end, but a male can only take so much stimulation of his key anatomical region before rapturously erupting. I sensed that moment was fast approaching.

“I’m going to come any second now, Rebecca,” I warned her. “I don’t want to come inside you. Dismount and jerk me off, please.”

“Thanks for the warning!” she replied. Rebecca stopped her joyful bouncing and did exactly what I had instructed her to do. It took about three tugs on my shaft for me to splatter her torso with hot semen. It was an absolute geyser of cum that shot from my penis in four separate spurts. Rebecca had smartly aimed the head of my dick so most of my jism struck the area between her navel and her small but sexy tits. Other drops flew off in all directions. I didn’t especially care where my cum shots landed; I was too busy just enjoying the most intense feeling of sexual bliss I had ever experienced.

When I regained my composure, I decided to inject a little bit of humor into our lovemaking. I facetiously said, “I didn’t expect to have to wash my bedsheets so soon after moving in. Rebecca dear, does this building have a laundry room?”

Rebecca laughed and noted, “Yes, Garnet, there’s a large room located on the bottom floor. It has coin-operated machines and 24-hour access. Along those same lines, where’s your shower? I think I need to tidy up from your big explosion. You may have noticed I’m covered with great gobs of your semen.”

I pointed toward the hallway and told her, “I haven’t used it yet, but the bathroom is the first door on the left. You’ll be using it before I’ve had the chance. I have some shower gel somewhere in one of those boxes you helped me carry. Let’s look for it together.”

Rebecca and I, both gloriously nude, headed toward a stack of cardboard containers and searched through them looking for the one that held my bathroom accessories. It was a slow process only because I couldn’t take my eyes off this beautiful female. I interrupted my searching twice. Once was when Rebecca was bent over and I couldn’t resist caressing her cute bum. The other time was when she brushed against me with her undersized, pokey breasts. (It may have been accidental, but I truly doubt it.) Be that as it may, Rebecca’s sexy nipples triggered me to grope and lick them. I didn’t care that remnants of my sizable ejaculation were still dangling from her absolutely adorable little tits.

I eventually found the box containing the shower gel, shampoo, and sponges. I also found another important box containing my set of bath towels. I set one thick, fluffy towel aside for Rebecca to use when she was finished.

“I think you’re all set for your shower now, my dear,” I informed her.

“It’s not my shower…it’s our shower!” she quickly corrected me.

Silly me! I honestly hadn’t thought of that sexy possibility—but I was definitely and totally in favor of it! I figured out how to turn the shower on and adjust the temperature of the cascading water to a moderately warm setting. Hardly using the sponges, we washed each other with alacrity with our hands, enjoying many long pauses to simply fondle the other person’s genitalia in the most erotic ways possible.

“Your dick is hard again, Garnet!” Rebecca informed me with obvious satisfaction in her voice.

“Gee, I wonder why!” I replied with a chuckle.

“I don’t like to be a wasteful person,” Rebecca said, “so I think you should put your lovely penis to work again, don’t you?”

“That’s a terrific suggestion!” I gleefully said. “How thoughtful of you!”

I was considerably taller than my very enthusiastic sex partner, so having intimate relations while standing in the shower required me to lift Rebecca from the floor and impale my firm erection inside her inviting pussy while she embraced me tightly. This was a first for me. With previous significant others I had enjoyed intercourse in bed, on a couch, in an armchair, in a grassy field, and in a swimming pool. The latter was somewhat similar to sex in a shower, but not exactly the same. A pool’s water provides buoyancy and support. In the shower, I had to support Rebecca’s weight as she clung to me. After about two minutes of thrusting my penis upward into Rebecca’s receptive vagina, I could feel my arms getting tired from supporting her, so I had to stop before I climaxed again. I disengaged Rebecca and gently set her onto the shiny green tile floor.

“That was fun while it lasted,” Rebecca sweetly said when she was back on her feet. “Give your arms a rest, Garnet. Hey, let me give you another blowjob and you can come in my mouth, okay?”

“Yeah, I guess that would be okay,” I said, feigning disappointment. Of course, I was thrilled that my dick would soon be again in Rebecca’s warm mouth.

Rebecca descended to her knees and began that particular sex act without much hesitation. Despite my having shot a huge load about 20 minutes before, Rebecca’s vast oral skills quickly put me over the top. This time I was the one with my hands on the back of her head so she couldn’t move away. I launched another stream of semen down her throat. I moaned with pure ecstasy. Not a drop of my jism escaped from her mouth. She opened it as wide as possible to confirm it.

“With you nearby, Rebecca, I may never report to my new job!” I lovingly told her. We kissed for a long time with warm water falling on our bodies.

When we dried ourselves off—more specifically, we dried each other off—Rebecca surprised me by not getting dressed and going home. Instead, she returned to the bed which was now decorated with several prominent cum stains. “Garnet, let’s continue our lovemaking,” she stated. I took it as a command rather than a suggestion. This sexpot was going to exhaust me!

Rebecca was savvy enough to know I had depleted my supply of love juice with two large orgasms in less than half an hour, so we just contentedly spent the next three hours in bed just cuddling and kissing. It was a wonderful 180 minutes of intimacy. After an hour or so, when I suggested she could try eliciting a third ejaculation from me, she shook her head. “Nah,” she said. “Having you in my arms is just fine. We don’t need to fuck anymore today, Garnet. Besides, I want you to be well rested for tomorrow. What time will you be home after work so we can do this again?”

I did eventually rise to the occasion and get a third substantial erection just from embracing this beautiful young woman. Instinctively I began to mount her, but Rebecca balked at another round of intercourse. She noted, “I was serious, Garnet. Save it for tomorrow. I better get dressed and head back to my apartment. I might be missed there.”

Until that telling moment, it hadn’t occurred to me that Rebecca Fontaine might not live alone in apartment 612. Did she merely have a female roommate? Worse, was she married or living with a significant other?

I then began to seriously consider Rebecca’s small physical stature. The biggest question of all suddenly crossed my mind: Did her parents live in that same apartment with her? This led to my seriously wondering how old Rebecca actually was. There was no way she was older than 21. At the other end of the scale…who knew?

For the next three years, Rebecca kept surprising me with regular sexual visits to my apartment with never any advance notice. They were always fabulous and totally satisfying. They only stopped when my job caused me to move for a second time. This time work commitments took me nearly 2,000 miles away to the west coast of the country. During those wonderful three years of having sex with Rebecca, I never visited her apartment a single time—and I never dared ask my terrific bedmate about her age.