The light sifting through the curtains stung somewhere deep in the recesses of Craig’s head. The pain was not unbearable, but it was unrelenting. A steady base note resonating from his bleary eyes to the base of his skull. Cold sweat hung on his body and dampening his t-shirt. Hairs on the back of his neck stood erect, as though chilled, even though his body was flush with heat. These sensations were an improvement from a few hours ago where he was reminded that you can continue to throw up long after your stomach is empty.
He sat on the couch with his head in hands as he endured another wave of nausea. This was not how he had envisioned the start of the new year. The wreckage from the night before seemed to cover every available flat surface. Crumbs from potato chips, pizza crusts, and god knows what else clung to the couch and carpet. Beer bottles and glasses in various stages of completion filled the air with the aroma of stale booze. Craig had been trying to clean up some of the debris when the smell forced him to sit down.
“Man, what was I thinking last night?” he muttered to himself. He had made “the pledge” at some point this morning. The thought of having a drink made his stomach twist in protest. Better judgement, however, was warranted in the future.
After a few moments of concentrating on taking slow breathes in and out, the nausea retreated to a controllable distance. Leaning back on the couch, he steadied himself as he carefully sipped from a bottle of water.
My stomach may be able to handle some aspirin he thought. Craig had tried to take something to reduce his throbbing headache, but it hadn’t really gone well.
The sound of the doorbell ringing broke the silence he had been cultivating. A normal visitor presses the doorbell and waits for an answer. Whomever was at his door was pushing the button with machine gun fire frequency. The report of the bell was like a crack of a whip.
“What the F-U-C-K!!”
Craig got up quickly, taking a moment to steady himself. A fresh blast of heat hit him as his stomach decided on a back flip that would make a women’s gymnastics team proud.
Another quick machine-gun blast from the doorbell. The sadist on his doorstep must have pressed the button half a dozen times.
“I’m coming already!!”
Lurching towards the front door he jobbed his knee hard on the coffee table, knocking over a few of the beer bottles that had been bearing silent witness to Craig’s hangover. The sour contents splattered across the table and onto the carpet.
“Fuck!”
He yanked the door open. The cold January air felt good at first until the it hit the clammy sweat on the back of his neck. The front step was vacant.
“What the hell.” His eyes searched the landscape around the apartment building. There was nothing out of ordinary. Slamming the door, he walked back inside finding solace on the couch.
The doorbell chimed three times in rapid succession.
“Come on!”
He moved to the door, throwing it open. Empty steps. He slammed the door this time sticking close so he could catch the whomever it was red-handed. This time there was a knock at the door.
“The fucker is diversifying.” He muttered.
He threw the door open.
“Caught you this time you mother… Oh, hi Marilyn.” He went from angry to embarrassed in a heartbeat.
“Morning Craig.” She held her son, Jesse by the scruff of his neck. A mischievous smirk hung at the corners of the boy’s mouth. Jesse, as far as Craig was concerned, was some sort of demon spawn, if there was trouble to be found around the apartment building, Jesse was usually at its epicenter. The kid was always going out was way to make trouble for Craig and the other residents of the building.
“What do you say to Craig Jesse?” Marilyn looked exasperated while the boy wriggled and rolled his eyes.
“Ah mom…”
“Don’t ‘Ah Mom’ me!” Marilyn’s voice escalated an octave or two to match her annoyance.
“I’m sorry sir.” The boy’s apology dripped with annoyance. “Can I go now?”
“Why don’t you go inside and work on your chores.”
“Chores!?!? I have all day to do those!”
“No better time to start then, besides, you want to play that new video game you got for Christmas, right?”
“Yes Mom.” Jesse disappeared into the next-door apartment, pausing a moment to make a face at Craig while he was behind his mother’s back.
Great, Craig thought, I’ve been targeted for vengeance by an 8 yr old.
“How was your New Year’s Eve Craig?”
Craig liked Marilyn. Apart from her 8 yr old tornado she was a good neighbor. She always said hi but generally kept to herself. The antics of her son had brought them into contact more often lately. Craig didn’t mind. Although Marilyn was older, he guessed late 30s to his mid-20s, he found her to be an exciting woman. Something about confident older women had always excited him. Marilyn was no exception.
“It was alright. I over did it though. The pain is real this morning.”
She chuckled a little. “We’ve kartal escort all been there. You’ve got to learn to pace yourself.”
Marilyn was wearing stretch pants and a sweatshirt. Despite the hangover, Craig couldn’t help but admire the way the fabric clung to the curves of her body. She carried a little extra weight, at least as compared to women in his age group, but it was distributed in a way that made her very sexy. The best description would be to call her curvy; narrow waisted, with a largish chest. Her butt was on the larger side, but it was perfectly shaped. He caught his gaze lingering more than a few times. If she knew about his interest she never let on.
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, don’t I know it. Hindsight is 20/20 though.”
“Did you at least find a pretty girl to share a New Year’s kiss with?” She raised her eyebrow as she asked the question.
He sighed. He and his group of friends had gone out for a nice dinner before coming back to his apartment for what was supposed to be a relatively tame evening. While the group was at dinner Craig ran into his ex, draped all over her new boyfriend. The sight was the primary reason for the overindulgence in alcohol. To make things worse, one of friends had brought along a girlfriend that she thought he might hit it off with. Things seemed to be looking up until he saw his ex.
“No, it didn’t work out the way I had hoped. I also saw Pam last night. She was out on a date.”
Marilyn put her hand on his arm. Her touch had the double effect of soothing his emotions and stirring a deep arousal in him. His face flushed a little and this time it wasn’t the hangover.
“Oh Craig, I’m sorry. Well, I get why you overdid the drink last night. I may have done the same thing.”
Her interest touched him emotionally though he did his best not to show it. At the same time, the way she bit her lip as she expressed concern was very alluring to him.
“Are you okay? You look kind of flushed”. Her hand moved to his cheek.
If she only knew what was making my face red, Craig thought.
“I should probably lie down for a little bit.”
“Well, if you need anything don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Thanks I will.”
He slid back behind his apartment door pausing to take a few deep breathes before retreating to the couch. He may have felt bad, but his manhood strained against his sweatpants. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little.
“You can’t keep a good man down.” He said with a wane smile.
He had always thought Marilyn was hot. More recently, he had started to become more flustered when they had encountered each other, ever since his breakup with Pam. He wasn’t sure, but he thought Marilyn had become more touchy-feely since he told her about the end of his relationship with his ex.
After he had told her about, he and Pam, Marilyn had given a sympathetic hug. He had been forced to break off that embrace quickly to conceal his body’s reaction. Something about the way her body pressed against him and the warm inviting scent of her skin triggered a deeper attraction. His cock had snapped to full attention and he was afraid she would feel it pressing against her through his jeans. He had retreated, which had become the norm in encounters with his neighbor since that hug.
Craig slid his hand under the waistband of his sweats. He found himself rigid to the point of uncomfortable. Reclining on the couch, his hand lightly massaged his shaft. Closing his eyes, he imagined removing her sweatshirt and freeing the breasts that have been beckoning to him. The feel of her erect nipples rubbing across his bare chest teased him from his imagination. The pace of his hand quickened slightly as his excitement continued to appreciate. Her mouth would be warm and welcoming. Their tongues exploring each other, slowly at first becoming more earnest as passion builds. His member, straining against the taught material of her stretch pants. She’d grind against the firm bulge pushing against her. The question of why he was naked, and she was clothed in this fantasy suddenly interrupted his thoughts. Craig shook the thought off.
Let’s not kill this fantasy with logic he thought. Craig noticed the bead of precum rolling down the swollen head of his cock. He used the slick fluid to lubricate his glans, teasing his frenulum as he did so. The pain and the nausea from earlier were now a distant thought.
His excitement was interrupted by the sound of yelling next door. The shared wall between his and Marilyn’s apartment weren’t made of the thickest material. Arguments between mother and son were sometimes loud enough to be distracting in his unit. Craig waited, hoping the yelling would stop and he could get back to his fantasy. A door slammed, sounding like the argument was occurring in the room next to his.
He wasn’t sure whose bedroom was next to his, but he often wondered if they had heard he and Pam having sex. She had been a loud lover. High pitched squeals and screams were commonplace. Craig had found her reactions to be maltepe escort bayan extremely hot. Now he couldn’t help but think of her screaming and writhing in pleasure under her new lover. They were probably languishing in bed right now starting the new year engaged in passionate embraces.
The excitement that he had felt moments before had fled. What had been rock hard moments before now hung limp in his hand. He tried to clear the thought from his head, giving himself a few desperate tugs as he tried to return to where he was not long ago. Letting out a sigh, he couldn’t help but think that this was not the start to his new year he had anticipated. He decided to get up and clean up some of the wreckage that was his apartment.
After about 3 hours of cleaning his apartment no longer looked like a frat party had taken place there. He felt well enough to have a little something to eat though his head still hurt enough that he didn’t dare run the vacuum cleaner. The sight of the beer that remained in the refrigerator still made his stomach churn. Craig knew he wasn’t going to give up drinking completely, but a hiatus was in order.
Balancing a large basket of laundry on his knee, he opened the door to the basement. I hope the washing machine is available he thought. The apartment owner had a coin-op washer and dryer in the basement. Three units shared the washer and dryer making it difficult to get clothes washed. Some days Craig said screw it and just went to the laundromat.
Descending the stairs into the basement he found the door to the laundry area was already open. The light coming from the laundry room was the only light illuminating the basement. Craig caught some movement from the open room, but he couldn’t really see who it was from his angle. The dryer came on as he approached.
‘Oh, shit!’ Craig thought. Someone is already doing laundry.
Jesse stepped out of the laundry room straining to hold onto a burgeoning basket full of clean clothes. The two made eye contact. Craig’s eyes narrowed as he spied the boy. A mischievous grin snuck across the boy’s face just before he bolted for their apartment door. He bounded up the stairs with the and out of sight.
Craig stuck his head in the laundry room hoping that maybe the washer might still available. The machines were both in operation.
Maybe I’ll be able to get these clothes washed later, he thought. There’s’ no way in hell I’m going to the laundromat.
As he turned to exit, he noticed something on the floor. Jesse must have dropped something when he ran up the stairs. He put down his basket and picked up the fallen article of clothing from the floor.
His eyes opened wider when he realized what he held in his hands, a pair of Marilyn’s panties. He turned the garment over ins his hands, as he did so he felt the familiar tightening of excitement spreading from his lower abdomen. These were not utilitarian underwear these were the panties worn by a woman who wants to feel sexy.
The fabric, what little there was, was purple in color and smooth in texture accented with black lace. The way they were cut he imagined they hung high on her hips and probably cling tight against her body. He felt the flush of blood to his cheeks as he imagined how they would cling to her. Her mound straining against the soft fabric.
Although the lingerie wasn’t a thong, there wasn’t a lot of material available to cover her heart shaped ass. He imagined the cheeks of her delicious behind peeking out, daring him to caress them. Craig fantasized about her bottom pushed hard against him wriggling gently as she teased him. The smooth fabric, warm and silky with her body heat. His lips nuzzling and gently nibbling the smooth and welcoming nape of her neck. His hands enjoying the velvety feel of her skin as the worked their way across her stomach to the sexy curve of her hips. A soft moan would escape her lips as fingers worked their way down to her Venus. She’d spread her legs a little, encouraging him to explore her excitement. Her hand, behind her, grabbing a handful of his hair. Her hot breath hissing her approval in his ear as his fingers reached their goal, finding her panties soaked through with her passion.
“Hey Craig, did you see any of my laundry? Jesse left a trail of it through my place.”
Craig hadn’t heard her approach. He was too engrossed in his fantasy. Now, the subject of this fantasy shared the confined space of the laundry room.
“Oh hey!” He answered awkwardly. In his moment of surprise, he dropped the silky fabric. His face blushed bright shade of crimson as Marilyn bent to pick up the fallen garment.
“Oh, here they are.”
Craig was frozen. Watching her, he couldn’t help but wonder what she would look like wearing the item she was now picking up. As she started to rise, he was aware that in his excitement his manhood was straining hard against his sweatpants. She paused for a moment as she realized what the item she was picking up was. He watched, unable to move away in the small escort pendik confines of the laundry room, as she rose. The action seemed to occur in slow motion. Her forehead impacted his stiff shaft.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” She said as she pulled back.
Marilyn remained in a crouched position. For some reason, despite the embarrassment, he was aware she was wearing green metallic nail polish on her toes. He wasn’t sure why he focused in on that little detail of the encounter.
Marilyn’s eyes widened a little bit as she found herself eyelevel with Craig’s lust. Surprise was evident on her face. The moment of silence between the two seemed, at least to Craig, to last an eternity.
“Ah… sorry! I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean… Well…” Craig stammered as he tried to cover his erection with both hands. His action was proving problematic as his hard-on wasn’t shrinking in the least. Marilyn blocked the door otherwise he would have made a hasty retreat from this embarrassing situation.
The surprise on Marilyn’s face dissipated, replaced by an impish grin.
“Do you like these?” She held the panties up with both her hands in front of her chest.
Craig blinked with confusion, unsure how to reply.
“Answer me!” She used a tone he was accustomed to her using with her son Jesse. The playful smirk remained on her lips.
Craig nodded slowly his mouth slightly agape. Confusion still played across his face.
“That’s good. I like these panties too.” She seemed to regard them for an instant before continuing. “They make me feel sexy when I wear them, and I like feeling that way.”
She rubbed the material against her cheek. Her eyes closed briefly as she seemed to nuzzle the soft fabric.
“They feel nice against my skin. Did you like the way they feel Craig?” She looked him in the eye as she spoke.
“Uh-huh.” He heard himself croak. Still dumbfounded, his hands fell to his sides no longer covering the fervor raging between his legs. He felt her hand slowly running up the inside of his thigh. Was this really happening, he thought?
Her hand cupped his swollen balls and began fondling him through the fabric of his sweatpants. A small wet spot began to appear through the gray fabric.
Her eyes locked with his for a moment before shifting her gaze back to the sight before her. She peeled his sweatpants down to his thighs. His erect cock sprang from its confinement. A trickle of pre-cum ran down his swollen cockhead. His glans were nearly purple with anticipation as his shaft twitched in time with his heartbeat. Craig could not remember last time he was this. He had a genuine fear that he would finish before things really got started.
The smile on her lips expressed approval at the sight that now stood tall before her. She wrapped her fingers around the base, admiring the unyielding flesh. She took her panties and wrapped them around the base with her other hand.
A small moan escaped Craig’s lips as she began to slowly stroke his taut manhood. The experience of being massaged felt luxurious as the silky material slid back and forth over his straining skin. Her rhythm was steady and excruciatingly slow as she worked the full length of his shaft.
“Oh! I think you like that.” She purred.
Craig nodded. His knees began to involuntarily shake as he felt his excitement building quickly towards climax. He didn’t want to cum yet, but the culmination of his fantasy and her actions were driving him towards an explosion.
“I’m going to have to wash these again.” She said with a mock pout.
Sensing he was nearing his peak she stopped stoking him. Instead, she placed a firm grip around the base of his cock. She used the hand holding the panties to gently massage his balls. She blew gently on the swollen head of his dick almost like she was trying to cool a meal that was too hot to consume just yet.
“No, not yet. I want to play with you a little bit more first.”
It seemed to take forever, but his breathing slowed somewhat as he managed some semblance of composure. He reached out and caressed her cheek. She responded to his touch, nuzzling against his hand and smiling at his display of affection.
“Just sit back and enjoy this.” She said locking her eyes on his. A smile on her lips. “I want to do this for you.”
“Are you sure?” He asked. His voice was a hoarse whisper.
She nodded, her grin growing. Maintaining eye contact she leaned forward until he could feel her breath on him. His heart picked up its tempo again as she regarded him before slowly dragging his aching glans across her pursed lips.
The pre-cum that seemed to be running freely, clung to her lips making them glisten. She paused a moment, a string of seminal fluid connected the tip of his cock to her lips, before leaning forward and lightly licking the underside of his twitching cock from the base to the tip. She slid his swollen cockhead over her lips into her wet and waiting mouth.
Craig’s body spasmed reflexively as a shudder of pleasure arched through his body. He wasn’t sure how he was able to keep from cumming. Marilyn’s tongue began to explore his head with light circles. She let out a low moan of approval which seems to resonate through him. He averted his eyes as he felt the pressure spreading throughout his groin.