Been gone too long, so to make up for it here a large excerpt from my latest story. Hasn't even shown up on Amazon yet.

This one was very much inspired by a specific playboy model and shoot. Something about the black bows on her blue panties inspired an entire story. Tim was a fairly heavy guy most of his life, it was a large part of the reason he was so introverted, which was one of the main reasons he got into graphic design. It was a job he could do remotely, which meant he didn't need to deal with people face to face very much. The best jobs didn't even require him phone anyone, he could just respond to emails and do the work from home.

It was a lonely existence, but without any distractions he became good at his job. Very good in fact. By the time he was in his mid twenties he had enough money to buy his own condo. The building he bought in was top of the line, his view of the waterfront amazing and the faculties were second to none.

Best of all, the gym was open 24 hours, so shortly after moving in he started working out. His job allowed him to set his own hours, so he was able to work out at off peak times, which meant he was able to limit his interactions with other people to the absolute minimum.

Until Shannon moved in next door.

Shannon changed everything.

Tim walked from the elevator to his condo in his workout gear; jogging pants and a ratty shirt with a towel over his shoulder. He wasn't buff by any stretch of the imagination, but these days he was lean. Months of nothing but working and working out had helped him shed the extra weight, and even he could start to admit he was looking good.

As he approached his door, he could see a woman at the next-door down. Or rather he could see the ass of a woman. She was bent over, picking up the contents of her purse from the floor, her short, tight skirt hugging her toned ass. She popped back up and looked at Tim, giggling, “Dropped my keys, then emptied my purse when I bent over to pick them up.”

He smiled and nodded, by didn't say anything. Instead he reached down to his shoe. Attached to his shoelace was his key. He removed his shoe and stood back up.

“What's that?” A voice asked directly into his ear. Tim jumped. The woman had silently appeared beside him. “Umm, my key.” He told her.

“On your shoe?” She asked.

“Yeah.” The pair looked at each other blankly, Tim thinking he didn't need to explain any further, the woman clearly thinking he did.

As he looked at her close up for the first time, he realized how beautiful she was. Not cute, or even pretty, she was beautiful. With long red hair, clear blue eyes and smile that seemed almost infectious. He suddenly went from annoyed with her to nervous. “Why on your shoe? And why are you taking your shoe off in the hallway?” She asked, genuinely curious.

“Well, I don't have pockets in my workout clothes, so it's a convenient place to put it. It won't fall off cause it can’t,” he showed her how the key it was threaded below the top hole for the laces, so even if his shoelace came undone, the shoe would have to be unthreaded before the key came off. “And I'm gonna take my shoes off inside anyway, so I just leave the key where it is.”

“Neat!” She nodded. “I would never have thought to do that. I'm Shannon by the way, your new neighbor.”

“Tim.” He told her, smiling back awkwardly, unsure of what to say. He put his hand out to shake hers, his eyes going to her chest inadvertently as he looked for her hand. Her breasts were very large, though he didn't get much of a view as she stepped forward and gave him a huge hug. It caught him completely off guard, and he just froze, his arm pinned between their bodies. “So good to meet a friendly face.” She told him, as she gave him a final squeeze and let go.

Tim mumbled something in agreement and unlocked his door. Shannon headed back to her door and he stole another look at her fantastic ass before heading inside.

He tossed both his shoes into the hall closet and went back to work, and wondered

to himself, What the hell was that?  

What the hell that was…

A week after meeting Shannon, Tim had run into her several more times. Each encounter, a short whirlwind of her bubbly personality. He still wasn't sure what to make of her, and she definitely crossed into his personal space too much for his liking each and every time they spoke.

Still, there was something about her that made him look forward to their run ins. It was the first time he actually found himself wanting to interact with another person. And it was more than just her looks, though they certainly didn't hurt. He had laid in bed several nights recalling each encounter, the pure joy she seemed to exude, her unrelenting friendliness. And how she ended each meeting with a tight hug. Not an “A” type, bent at the waist, so only their upper bodies touched sort of hug, but a “1” type, with a complete alignment of their bodies as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed, kind of a hug.

It was both unsettling and quite nice. More than once he had focused on the feeling of her large breasts being mashed against his chest, and fell asleep pleasuring himself to the thought of sleeping with her.

He was sitting at his computer, finalizing a client project when he heard a knock at the door. It was Shannon. “Hey! Can I borrow some sugar, sugar?” She giggled at her play on words. “I'm still unpacking and dying for a coffee.”

“Umm, sure. Hang on.” Tim headed into the kitchen to grab the bag he had in the pantry. He opened the cupboard door and found it quickly, and when he closed the door, he jumped. She was standing right beside him. “Wow, it like this place is the mirror opposite of mine!” She said.

Tim wasn't sure what to say or do. He hadn't had anyone over since he had moved in, and he hadn't even invited her in. She had just kinda wandered in. Luckily she didn't seem to notice his confusion, and continued to wander into his apartment.

“Yup, my living room is the exact same! Oh, and our balconies are connected!” She said, excitedly. He looked out his sliding door to the barrier she was pointing to. It was taller than he was, almost but not quite reaching the bottom of the balcony above his. He had no idea why that excited her. Before he could ask she was gone, wandering into the bathroom and then down the hall into his bedroom.

Was she being really forward or just nosey? he wondered. Did she want him to join her in the bedroom? Surely she knew what she was doing to him whenever she mashed her large breasts against him. Maybe it was her way of flirting? Tim cursed himself, his lack of experience sexually meant he was at more of a loss then he usually was when dealing with people. The idea of her in his bedroom was exciting. Maybe she was in there taking her clothes off right now! Who really asks a neighbor for sugar in this day and age? He asked himself, trying to build up the courage to join her in his bedroom and ravage her.

Instead he simply stayed in the living room till she wandered back out a few minutes later, fully clothed. “Is that for me?” She asked, pointing to him. He looked down and realized he was rock hard, his erection completely and utterly undeniable.

“No, I mean, yes but…” He was mortified. He felt his cheeks begin to blush as she reached out and took the sugar from his hand. “Thanks, I promise to replace it soon.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, and was thankful she had cut him off before he had said anything. He had almost apologized for his erection! As he kicked himself for being so stupid, she looked at his clock. “Oops, look at the time, I have to run.” She told him.

Then she stepped forward and gave him another of her signature hugs. This one however, Tim didn't focus on her ample chest as she mashed her tits against his chest, instead he panicked as his erection pressed against her. She gave him a tight squeeze and dashed out the door as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

As the door closes behind her, Tim stood dumbfounded. Had she not even noticed his boner? How was that even possible? Or maybe she had, but was just being polite. Yes that must have been it, he had completely misread the situation and she was saving him from any further embarrassment by pretending nothing had happened.

Tim breathed a deep sigh of relief, and promised himself to control his imagination better in the future.

He got back to work, but later that night masturbated yet again to the thought of fucking the gorgeous redhead next door.

The Balcony

Tim had been out at one of his client’s offices. He wasn't keen on having to go into an office as large as that client had. I was a large business and there were just too many people for his liking, but it was a well paying gig so he sucked it up occasionally.

When he returned home, it was still early afternoon. The sun was shining and he decided after dealing with the stress of his client meeting, he deserved a beer. He grabbed one and headed out to his balcony to enjoy the warm weather.

As soon as he stepped out into the balcony he knew something was wrong. He just wasn't sure what. It took him a full five seconds before he realized the barrier between his balcony and Shannon’s had be altered. It was much lower. It was still high enough to prevent a person from getting from his side to hers, but not high enough to give any real privacy. He could easily see over on her balcony. Where she was laid out on a deck chair, sunbathing in a bikini.

“Oh Christ.” He said without thinking as he took in her tanned body. Her curves were amazing, her skin damn near flawless.

She was wearing “Daisy Duke” shorts, a bikini top and mirrored sunglasses. ”Tim?” she asked, lifting her sunglasses up enough to peer out at him. “Tim!”

Shannon hopped up and dashed the few feet to the barrier. She stood directly in front of it, lifted herself up on her tiptoes and then lowered herself again resting her large breasts on top. It was such a seemly pornographic thing to do that Tim couldn’t control himself and started to get hard. Before he could say anything, she continued, “Look what the superintendent did for me! Don’t you just love it?”

He didn’t know how to respond. He did not love the invasion of privacy, not at all. He did love the view of her breasts though. It was as if she was literally putting them on display for him. To matters worse, she continued talking without seeming to be aware of what she was doing with her body.

“The barrier was blocking the sunlight far too much, a girl needs to maintain her tan!” she told him “Plus, this way we can chat all the time. Makes living alone way nicer, don'tca think?”

“I suppose…” he hesitantly agreed. He wanted to explain to her how uncomfortable he was, but his mind was to busy trying to determine if she was really this oblivious to how sexual she was being. Not for the first time, he wondered if she was teasing him or just stupid. If she was teasing him, it wasn’t in a playfully, self aware way but if she was stupid, it seemed to be isolated to just her physicality. She had no issues following him in conversation, and while they hadn’t discussed anything particularly deep or complex, she seemed to be very with it. It was very confusing, and Tim wished once more that he had more experience with woman to draw from. He wanted to ask a male friend for their opinion, but he couldn’t think of anyone without having to find someone he had gone to high school with, and that seemed like an embarrassing thing to have to do. He was not prepared to call someone after not talking to him or her for over 10 years just to see if his hot neighbor was just being nice or completely “down to fuck”.

“I love it, it’s so lonely living by myself. Having you right next door is amazing, it’s the best part of living here.” she told him. He took that as a cue that she was into him, but no sooner had he decided that, she followed up with, “I love having friends that are so close by. Friends are what make a life have value, don’t you agree?”

With that, he assumed she just wanted to be friends. If that was the case, then maybe all this sexual tension was just in his head. She wasn’t “DTF” as it were; so much as she was comfortable around him. And while it was disappointing to be so attracted to a woman who didn’t feel the same way, there was something nice about actually having a friend for once in his life.

“Absolutely.” he told her and took a swig of his beer. Shannon turned around and walked to a small table she had on the far side of her lounge chair. She put a knee up on the chair and leaned over to grab her reusable water bottle. Tim watched as her “Daisy Dukes” rode up a little, and exposed a bit of her ass cheeks. He felt another wave of disappointment, being her friend was great, but she was so hot!

Shannon bounced back to her spot at the barrier, repositioned herself so again her breasts sat on the top of the barrier. Tim shook his head; she had to know what she was doing. Didn’t she? It was just like when a glamour model put her arm under her boobs while posing, lifting their tits just enough to make it feel like they were telling the viewer “look at these”. Except Shannon’s breasts, being so naturally large to begin with now seemed to be screaming, “LOOK! HERE!” He was having trouble maintaining eye contact with her.

When she tried to take a sip of water and missed her mouth, it just got worse for him. Water poured down her chin, and down her chest. She coughed, and spilled even more water. Her nipples, which he could already see straining through her bikini top became hard, and the material clung to the curve of her breasts like a semi-transparent second skin. His already stiffening cock swelled further, and he actually had to excuse himself so she wouldn’t see his erection.

“I gotta get back to work.” he told her as he headed back inside.

“Oh Phooey on you!” she pouted. “Don’t work too hard.”

He shook his head as he told himself he was just imagining that she had stressed the word “hard” as he left.

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