Neighbors erotic stories, part four.

Neighbors erotic stories part three, posted 12/2/2009.


Cloaked in darkness, the six new found friends decided to adjourn their powwow to Tony’s apartment.

“Tony lets hear one of your erotic story.” Lindsay told her.

“What makes you think I have one?” She replied.

“Oh please! Sex on planes?—that’s everyone’s fantasy.”

The guys were sprawled on the floor and the girls on various sofas, making a circle again. Tony looked at all the expecting eyes, “Well my erotic story was actually not on a plane, it happened in Paris France on a stop over.”

“Paris, the city of Love! This ought to be good.” Karen said.

“Well it all started when I had to do a fellow stewardess a favor. She was scheduled to travel to Paris while I was scheduled on a flight to Calgary Canada. Her husband being Canadian, she asked me if we can swap flights—her sister-in-law was getting married and they had to attend the wedding.”

“Decisions, decisions! What to choose, cold and snowy Calgary or romantic Paris!” Lindsay said with derision.

“Yea really! Anyways, after we cleared it with our immediate supervisors, I was allowed to travel to Paris. I had never been there and was excited at the thought, even if it was only an over night stop. Because of the last minute change and some festivities going on, I was booked in a suite at a hotel in the seventh arrondissement. This was the district were the Eiffel Tower was situated. As the cab approached the Eiffel Tower, he pointed it out to me. In the evening light, its magnificence was striking.

“At the hotel, I rode to the seventh floor to find that I had the corner suite. Deciding to take a shower, I headed for the beautifully tiled bathroom. It was spacious and I was pleasantly surprised to find an oval bathtub next to a large window pane. Pulling the shades I was greeted by a breathtaking panoramic view of the Paris skyline. Letting the bathtub fill, I retraced my steps and filled a flute with white wine. I got undressed and returned to the bathtub and rested the flute on the edge of the tub. I had to turn the light off because their was one floor above mine and the way the building jutted out, I could see inside the bathroom next to mine and the ones immediately above and below. After a while, with the combination of warm water undulating around my body, the white wine, and the breathtaking view, I almost purred like a cat.”

The image of Tony's naked body in a bath tub had the guys’ rapt attention.

“Suddenly something caught my attention. The lights one floor up flicked on and with their shades already drawn, I saw a French Adonis enter his bathtub. He adjusted the jutting water, turned his back to me and started to shower. I was yet again offered a breathtaking sight. This time, of a lean muscular back and the tightest butt I’ve ever seeing. Then, he turned. The chiseled front of his body almost took my breath away. I took in the rest of his body and my hands involuntarily began to roam mine. Lathering with soap must have had an effect on him because he spent an inordinate time on his beautiful manhood. With every stroke, I lost it more and soon was unwittingly and completely under his movement’s spell.

‘His eyes suddenly flew open and he stared right at me. I was pretty well concealed in the darkness and although part of me would have been mortified to be seeing, I was disappointed he couldn’t see me enjoy my body. Abruptly I had a crazy idea. I stood up and walked over to the light switch. I turned it on and settled back in the tub. As I continued ravaging my body, I could see a smirk form on his face. I wanted to show him more so I splayed one foot over the tub totally exposing myself, knocking the flute with my knee on the ceramic tile in the process. He continued his rhythmic motion, his eyes zeroed in between my legs, knowing he took away my self control. Suddenly his rhythm quickened, his eyes closed and he threw his head back. I closed my eyes as I was nearing the throes of ecstasy. Several minutes later, when my breathing stabilized, I opened my eyes to find him gone and the lights shut.”

Tony looked at her attentive audience, “Was my Adonis a myth?—I’ll never know.”

Neighbors erotic stories, part three.

Neighbors erotic stories part two, posted 11/27/09.


Lindsay sat back all eyes still on her, when Alex picked up the bottle of Vodka and refilled everyone’s drink. He was asked if he had a story to share.

“I have a story about a fling I had with a rich lady up in Ft Lauderdale! Would you guys like to hear it?” Alex ventured.

“I bet it’s not as hot as Lindsay’s” Tony chimed in.

“You’d be surprised,” he answered.

“Okay, let’s hear it.” Karen said.

By now they were six shadows sitting in the dark except for a ray of light emanating from the near-by parking lot. Alex sat back in his place, took a swig of his drink and told his story.

“That day I had a training session with a regular client at eight in the morning. She was already fifteen minutes late when she arrived with a girlfriend. Usually I don’t like my clients to have friends with them, it causes too much distractions. But in this case I didn’t mind at all. Her friends name was Lisa. She was not drop dead gorgeous, but she had such presence, it actually made her sexy. Lisa was a slim brunette with nice almond shape eyes. She left us to our training and headed toward the treadmills. Once the session was over, the ladies invited me to join them for a coffee at Café Turin across from the gym.”

“You probably ran there.” Karen interrupted, while the others each chimed in an opinion.

“No, no you are all wrong! I had another scheduled appointment and asked for a rain check. But when we were left alone for a moment, Lisa asked me if she can schedule a private training session with me, quickly adding, ‘but it has to be at my place; I live far and don’t like to drive all the way down to Miami.’

Since I didn’t have a problem with the driving, we arranged an appointment for the following week.”

“How old?” Rico asked.

“Thirty something...” He took another swig of his drink. “She lived in a beautiful condo on the seventeenth floor overlooking the ocean.

When I arrived, Lisa opened the door wearing a white sport bra over a pair of Miami Dolphin’s shorts and a visible six pack in between. I walked in studying her body which made me wonder why she needed a personal trainer, she was in excellent shape. As if reading my mind she turned around and said, ‘I need help with my buttocks, see!’ and with that she turned and unabashedly lifted one side of her loose fitting shorts, exposing her butt. She kept walking and I followed her through a small hallway. We entered in room which was converted into a mini gym. A multi-function exercise machine almost took the entire room. A treadmill with a large LCD television anchored across sat in one corner. In another corner was a Swiss ball, which explained the six packs. She additionally had a workout bench and an assortment of small poundage dumbbells.”

Alex stood once again and served another round of drinks. “I suggested squats and lunges for a firmer butt and showed her the moves.” He resumed, “She dragged the stepper and started with her lunges. When I looked at the good form she used and how adept she was, it dawned on me that Lisa didn’t simply ask me over for a training session. As if reading my mind again, she walked over to the workout bench and sat down. ‘How old are you Alex?’ She asked as I towered over her. I told her I’m twenty-three. She took me by surprised when she asked me to kneel down, ‘you know what I like Alex?—I like to play games with big, strong, young, guys like you. When I see a muscular guy on his knees squirming—it turns me on.’ I wondered what she meant by squirming when she motioned me closer. I took two steps on my knees and rested my hands on her thighs. She brushed them off and told me to put them and keep them behind my back. She then followed by explaining to me the rules or, in that case, the one rule, of the game. ‘Only I can touch.’”

“You weren’t allowed to touch her?” Mike chimed in.

“No,” Alex answered. “With that, she began caressing and undressing me while she approached her face to mine and licked my lips. When I tried to kiss her back, she pulled away. For the following forty-five minutes her hands slowly caressed every inch of my body while my hands were stuck behind my back. She drove me wild and every time she would sense my hands moving, she would back away and give me a sexy laugh. She took my most sensitive part in her hand and massaged herself. Whenever she felt I was at the brink, she would ease off—she was enjoying this too much to end it. I stared at those big brown eyes, they were sparkling. She stared at mine, they were pleading, which made her laugh more. She kept massaging until I could see the sparkle in her eyes replaced by pure lust—she had reached the same state of arousal as I did. She suddenly released me; grabbed a hold of the bench and wrapped her legs around my lower back, easily pulling me inside her. In some perverse way, I too, enjoyed the game.”


Next episode we’ll hear what Tony has to say…