This is a basically true story, condensed and tidied up to make it more readable. I've lived in the same apartment for quite a while - more than 16 years - and have always found it interesting to watch the 'normal' tenants move along at regular, short intervals. My apartment comples is fairly old for the west coast, at least, being about 50 years old, and only has studio and 1 bedroom apartments. My apartment is one of a block of three, and faces a block of four across a narrow patio, which allows me to get to know all of the neighbors in this part of the complex pretty well.

In the summer, everyone leaves their doors and windows open save for screens, and people like to congregate by the pool, or barbecue in evenings, which makes it a pretty friendly place to live. In the past 16 years, I've gotten to know all of the long-time residents about 7 of the 32 apartments fairly well, and some of the short-term residents about 4 extremely well, if you know what I mean.

This is the story of one of those relationships.

A few years ago, in the spring, the guy who lived across and upstairs from me moved out. He'd been there just over a year and worked nights, and I only knew him well enough to say "hi" at the mailboxes, and really wasn't sorry to see him go.

It took a couple of days for the managers to get the apartment cleaned and repainted, and by the end of the week, the new tenants moved in.

They were a young couple, maybe in their mid- to late-20's.

He was a slender chicano named Ramon for the sake of this accountwho worked sales, and she was a shortish blonde I'll call her Susan who worked as a lengthtail waitress at one of the hotels nearby. I chatted with them for a while when they were moving their furniture, and offered them a hand moving the heavier objects up the stairs, and then went back to my own place to give them time to settle in. Over the next few weeks I saw each of them fairly regularly, and they seemed to be nice people.

The big problem they had was that she worked nights, and he worked days, and it left them both a bit frustrated. Of course, they didn't mention that outright, but it was obvious once you knew what to look for.

The hour or so between his getting home and her leaving from work was always very intensely emotional, and you could see they were very close, and very physical. Anyway, as spring turned to summer, I went back to just wearing gym shorts around the apartment, and leaving the windows and blinds open to enhance the cross-ventilation. Not being in ideal shape any more, I really didn't think about it affecting anyone else, and considered it very unlikely that anyone might want to look into my window until one night when I was watching some R-rated movie on TV there are occasionally benefits to cable! with lots of mindless TampA hey - I never said being single was ideal, when the remote control slipped off the end of the futonsofa. As I turned around to grope around blindly behind the cushions, I looked up and out the window did ya ever notice that sometimes it's easier to NOT look when feeling around for things? and noticed a dim shape in the doorway across the way and up. What might it be? Slowing down my feeling around behind the sofa, I squinted a bit, and was finally able to make out the shape.

It was him, standing behind his screen door in his darkened apartment, and he seemed to be jerking off! Well, I was a bit surprised, but not unpleasantly so. And I also found the remote.

Flipping the VCR on, I quickly started a Porn video I'd left in a few nights earlier, and shucked my gym shorts. Having had a relationship with a woman who'd lived in that apartment a few years earlier, I knew my TV could be seen from the doorway, and wanted to see what the reaction might be. Looking back out the window, I saw him move further forward until he could be seen pretty clearly.

He was definitely nude, and was stroking what appeared at that distance to be a nice-sized length.

Very nice, in fact. Not wishing to be unfriendly, I backed away from the window a bit, and began stroking my by now rck hard length as well. Turnabout is only fair play, after all. He sped up his stroking a bit and then, looking around to see if any of the other neighbors were watching, opened up his screen door and took a half step out until he was fully if dimly illuminated by the neighborhood streetlights. He was in good shape, and well tenned enough that his light-brown skin showed clear tan lines.

He was still jacking off, but now more slowly and deliberately. Reaching over, I turned on a table lamp to give him better illumination, and slowed down my own stroking to match his. I then looked both ways to make sure the neighbors on my floor were also quiet which, luckily, they were, and stepped back to give him a full-body view, while still stroking, though I had to crick my neck a bit to still see him fully. In just a minute or two, he stepped fully out onto the balcony in front of his apartment and came, shooting thick jets of cum high into the air and onto the concrete. When he was done, he waved, and went back into his apartment to get a rag of some sort. He came back out in a short robe, and wiped up the evidence safety first, after all - someone might have slipped and been hurt, and went back into his place, closing the door. Over the next few months, this pattern repeated several times, often with variations of light and positioning, but always the same events, always at random intervals, and always when she'd been working several days in a row. In between, they seemed to be as intimate as ever, and she was just as friendly as she'd been the day they moved in, if not more. I wondered if she knew what he was doing while he was at work, and what she'd ever do if she found out. Finally, I felt it to be only neighborly to improve community relations, as it were, and I put a robe on the end of the sofa closest to the door, just in case. A few days later, I was again watching TV while working on a report from the office - strange how teachers never mentioned homework when I was in school, and glanced up to see the by now familiar shape in the doorway.

I switched to a more ...

intimate channel that's the advantage of modern TV - you generally have no real reason to care what's on, and that makes it easier to change channels at whim, and skinned out of my gym shorts. Within seconds, he'd tuned on a backlight, and gotten hard, and was stroking away. I waited until he was fully engaged as it were, and grabbed my robe and slipped out the door and up the stairs. When I got to his door which was conveniently located at the head of the stair, he grinned a bit, and opened the screen door a bit, just enough for me to come through. It took me almost no time at all to fall to my knees, and engulf almost all of his length in my now red hot mouth. As I'd susspected, his length was nearly 8" long and though not as fat as mine, and very tasty.

I had bobbed on his length for only a minute or so when he touched my shoulders and pushed me back. "My turn" he said, and proceeded to give me one of the best play jobs I'd had in quite a while.

We traded places several times, and both ended up cumming copious amounts why is it that you always cum more the first time with someone new?, after which I thanked him, and headed back home, where I washed up, finished my paperwork, and then went to bed. After that, we generally went back to the old routine, unless he gave me a signal to come up, or as only happened a couple of times he came down to my place. Finally, in late september things were beginning to cool down enough that windows were staying closed all the time, and doors were also closing shortly after sunset, and I began to wonder if our games might survive the coolness of autumn. One night, when I hadn't seen either of them for a couple of weeks which was really not too unusual, given our schedules, I was working on some paperwork one tuesday evening and half-watching some dopey show on the tube when I saw the reflection of the upstairs light go on in the TV screen. Turning my head, I saw the familiar shape in the doorway, dimly backlit by the hallway light behind him.

I waited until he shucked his robe and began stroking before I dropped my sweatpants it was, after all, getting cooler and pulled my length out and began to stroke along with him.

We both worked up to definite hard-ons when he took his off-hand off of the door frame, and waved for me to come up and join him upstairs. Needless to say, I wasted no time getting back into my sweats and robe, and scooted up the stairs and through his door. By then he'd moved back into his dark apartment, and was sitting in an easy chair that faced the window, slowly stroking his hard length. When I reached for the door to close it, he shook his head.

"No - it's too hot" he said. "Besides, it's dark - no one will see." I should have suspected then. Shedding my clothes, I moved across the room to the rug in front of the chair, and knelt, slowly taking his length into my mouth, one inch at a time. He was even harder than usual, and it took a couple of minutes before I could manage to get all 8" into my throat. I was really starting to get into it when a shadow fall across me.

Looking up at the doorway, I saw a familiar shape blocking it. Fortunately, it was not the 74 year old apartment manager, but was instead Susan, leaning lazily against the doorframe. "I thought something like this might be going on" she said as she entered the darkened apartment. "I was just getting my length sucked!" he objected, as I tried to fade into the shadows. I might have made it, too, had she not reached out and snagged my by the protruding parts.

"If there's any lengthsucking to be done here" she said, not entirely angrily "I will be the one doing the sucking!" she said, and with that dropped to her knees and took at least half of my length into her mouth. If anything, she was an even better lengthsucker than he was, and considering all the practice he'd gotten lately, that was saying something. Within a few moments, she was deep throating all 8" of my length, and that was something Ramon had never succeeded at. I quickly got a bit wobbly at the knees, and had to pull back a bit to fall back onto the sofa. Susan began to scoot forward, but Ramon took her arm, and reminded her that she was the only clothed person in the room, and that that ws just not fair. She apparently saw the truth of his soft placeertion, and when she backed off to take off her outfit who designs the things they make lengthtail waitresses wear anyway? he chuckled and moved quickly to take her place. Not that I minded at all. I'd been wondering what she looked like naked for months now, and she stripped nearly as well as she sucked length. The blouse came off first, and then the bra, revealing a firm but still perky set of B-cup tits, followed by the short skirt and stockings, and last the panties, showing a neatly trimmed bush and full flsehy labia. Sussan stood in the middle of the room, and looked from me to Ramon and back. "This won't do.

" she stated, and nudged Ramon gently out of the way. There was no easy place for her to move to get in on the action, and she wasnted to have fun, too! Ramon grudgingly moved out of the way, whereupon she moved back to the spot in fromt of the chair, and went back to lustily gobbling my knob. Ramon stood, and looked for a place to get into the action, and finally settled on moving to the side of the chair, where I could reach him. To me, there are few things better than have someone sucking my length while I suck on another, and I gotta tell you, this was a great situation! Susan was perhaps even better at deepthroat than I was, and Ramon's length was big enough to challenge my gag reflex.

We worked on that combination for several minutes, until I had a better idea. I letr Ramon out of my mouth, and then tapped Susan on the shoulder. Using gestures, I had Ramon sit in the chair, while I positioned myself behind and beneath Susan where I could slide under her not unlike a mechanic performing a lube job and slide my tingue deep into her sopping softness.

Susan squealed a muffled little squeal hard to really squeal well with 8" of meat in your mouth, and began to wiggle her firm soft place, adding a new dimension to her enjoyment of my lingual skills clumsy sentence, hmmm.... But it gave me some ideas and direction, and I did my best to follow through.

In less than a couple of minutes, Susan came, and came very strongly making me glad I hadn't worn my glasses - they would have been squashed out of shape entirely, and then took Ramon's length out of her mouth long enough to say "Play me quick!" Of course, being a gentleman, I did my best to oblige, and slid out from beneath her and directly plunged my length balls-deep into her soaking snatch. She had one of the tightest softnesses I'd ever encountered, and it was all I could do to keep from cumming immediatly. I had to use zen techniques to hold back my orgasm, and missed a few seconds, but I'm glad to say I didn't miss any strokes though I'm sure my technique was a bit wobbly for a while there.

Ramon and I kept that going for a while, and then traded positions which also made Susan happy, making sure to keep her fully involved.

Just about everything we could agree to do we did that evening, which ended up with Ramon cumming in my mouth just as I came into Sussan's.

She'd cum several times already, and we shared the tiny shower before I went back home. Sadly, the next day they moved out, and I found out that they'd planned that night in advance as soon as she got her acceptance papers to a better job of town. But I'll never forget how useful a good neighbor policy can be!