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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Happy Halloween

It's halloween.
I'm exhausted.
I'm overdue for a post.

Sorry guys and gals, I barely have it in me to type this.
Hopefully I can head to bed, slip into a coma and when I come out at the end of the week I'll post the first chapter to my latest story, The Plaid Panty Event.

Hope this was your sexist Halloween yet!

Lawyer gives a blowjob to her client, during the trial!

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The Slutty Elf - A college coed will do anything to win a costume contest.

I started my erotica writing career posting stories to literotica. The response was tremendous, and the readers there have been very kind with their comments, which is one of the reasons I continue to write my dirty little stories. 

If you're not familiar with the site, its a hub of erotica and they have seasonal contests. I've finally thrown my hat into the ring for their halloween contest, with a short story called "The Slutty Elf". It's the adventures of Tara, a college coed who is determined to win a costume contest (having lost it the previous 2 years) 

 The whole thing is online for free, and I'm going to post most of it here. If you like what below, then you'll be able to read the ending by clicking on the link at the end. No tricks, no pop up ads, it'll just be a link to the story. I'm doing that so you can vote for the story on their site when you are done reading it. (I usually don't ask for votes, as I find feedback more valuable, but in this case there is a cash prize for the highest rated stories, and I'm hoping to win!) 

 All clear? Start to read the sexy story here, finish reading it here (link is also below) and vote if you like it (please) 

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Tara was sure this was going to be the year she won. Mind you she had thought that the previous two years as well. This year however, she was extra sure she'd win the Epsilon Omega Halloween costume contest

Two years ago, her first at college as a fashion design major, she had gotten an invite to the fraternity Halloween party. She went in a self-made Sailor Moon costume, which was basically a schoolgirl uniform with an exceptionally short skirt. She made it herself and had nailed the costume perfectly so she was sure she had the contest in the bag. It certainly helped that it showed off a generous amount of her beautiful legs. She didn't win though. The five foot blonde lost to a tall, leggy brunette whose Elvira costume showed a generous amount of cleavage.

Last year she thought she corrected that error with a Star Wars slave Leia costume. It highlighted her clothing design skills as well as both her legs and ample bust. Again though, she lost to a leggy brunette who was in a store bought Morticia Addams costume that had an unbelievably plunging neckline. 

This year she had gotten a deal on a professional grade elf costume, which she modified heavily. It now showed off as much skin as she dared. The bustier style top was really low, but unmoving. It encased her ample chest well enough to protect her modesty, but she had to be careful about twisting and turning, as it wouldn't necessarily move with her. The skirt was much more flexible. She had shorten it considerably, and cut it up, so it wasn't one piece of material wrapped around her as much as it was strips of cloth hanging from her waist. When she was standing still, the strips overlapped so it looked like a regular albeit funky skirt. When she walked however, the material spread out. So much so that she had to match the colour of her panties to the blue of costume, so there wasn't a contrast between the materials. As it was, her pale skin highlighted how much leg one could see when she move. To top it off, literally, she dyed her hair jet black.

When she got to the fraternity, she wandered the crowded first floor looking for some friends. Brian was the first one she saw.

"What do you think?" She asked, turning her head to show him her pointed ears.

"Very cute." He told her.

"Cute be damned, I look hot and I'm going to win the contest this year." She told him.

"Not likely." He challenged her.

"What?! Show me one costume better than mine." She challenged back.

"It's not the costume so much as what you do with it." He told her. "See that sexy Wonder Woman over there, she's been flirting with Larry, for 20 minutes already." 

Larry was a cute third year engineering student who just happened to also one of the three judges.

"But that's not fair!" She balked.

"Fair or not, you're always be the cute girl in 2nd place." He wasn't wrong, it didn't matter what she did, being 5 foot nothing always put you in the cute category, no matter how sexy you dressed. She wasn't going to be able to compete with a 5'10" goddess that the judge thought he had a shot at. Unless she fought fire with fire.

"Who's the first year judge this year?" she asked, looking around the room. 

"Sherman." He told her, pointing to a 19 yr old standing awkwardly by the snack table, alone. "The dean figured it be good for him, he's nice enough but a bit of an introvert."

With that Tara marched right up to Sherman. As she approached, she smiled and he actually looked behind himself to make sure he was the one she was smiling at.

"Hi Sherman." She said as if they were old friends. 

"Hi?" He half asked. 

"How are things?" She asked, trying to flirt.

"Good, good. I'm sorry, do we know each other?" He asked bluntly.

"Umm, no but a friend said you're a nice guy, and I don't meet a lot of those." She took a step closer, and reached past him for a couple of m&ms, purposely giving him a great view of her cleavage as she did so.

"So where you from?" She asked as she popped the whole handful of candies in her mouth.

"I'm, um, Ohio originally. The buck state!" he raised a fist in the air to punctuate his sentence before awkwardly having to lower it. 

"That's cool. Excuse me." She repeat the motion going for the m&ms, this time turning towards him slightly as she did, giving him an even better view. He tried to be discreet with his glance, and she pretended to be oblivious as he enjoyed the view. She suspected he was actually starting to get an erection so she took that as a good sign and deliberately dropped a couple so she had to bend over to pick them up. She flashed her panties to the party behind her, but didn't care as she was focused on Sherman. He watched, delighted she popped back to a standing position quickly. Her breasts jiggled behind the hard plastic top, and came to a rest so even more boob was exposed. In fact Sherman thought he could see some the areole on her left breast.

"I'm from Chicago, but I haven't gone back since first year." She told him. "Where abouts in Ohio?"

As he began to answer, Tara reached past Sherman once more, this time to grab a can of soda. She did it without breaking eye contact so her reach was awkward and she had to make several attempts for a can before she snagged one. The upshot of all this movement was her chest shifted when the top did not causing her nipple to pop out.

"I'm..um...I think." Sherman tried to let her know she was exposing herself. 

"Sorry?" she took a sip of her soda. 

"You've...come out. Of your top I mean." he bumbled, pointing to her chest.

"Oh no!" she scrambled to get her breast back into her top. "How embarrassing."

She actually hadn't intended on showing him that much. She was okay with showing off her cleavage, if she wasn't she wouldn't have put on the costume, but she had no intention of actually flashing him. She wasn't going to go that far just to win. 

"I made this costume, but I guess I didn't take into account how much I'd be moving in it." she told him. She looked around the party. "Do you think anyone else saw?"

"Um, no I think I got lucky and was the only one. I mean, you got lucky. I mean, I saw it but..." Sherman started to panic

"Well, I hope you will be a gentleman and not tell anyone about my little wardrobe mishap." She flirted.

"Of course. Not, I mean. Of course not." Sherman kicked himself mentally. The first pretty girl to talk to him that night and he was screwing it up. "So, you made this costume?" 

"Well not entirely. I bought an elf costume but I've modified it so much I feel like I made it." She explained. "This skirt? It used to be much longer. And it was all one piece, not cut into strips like it is now." 

Tara lifted the material in the front, ostensibly to show him the cuts she had made, but in actuality she was giving him a peek at her blue panties. He was too shy to stare, but he was clearly shifting his gaze between the material of skirt she was showing him and the view of her panties underneath. Her goal was to excite him enough that he wanted to vote for her.

"See how it's all jagged? So it has more texture to it?" She asked, pulling it even further up. He nodded as his eyes looked past the material and at her pale bare thighs and tight panties. They were very tight on her, and he thought he could make out her cunnie lips. 

"Just wanted to make sure I had a chance at the costume contest." she teased. "I worked really hard on this costume but I'm worried one of the pretty girls is going to win."

"I think you're one of the pretty girls." Sherman blurted out. 

"That's so sweet. Maybe after whoever the judges are announce the winner, you and I can hang out." she pretended she didn't know he was a judge.

"Yeah, of course. That sounds great." he told her. 

"Great, okay I want to go let other people see my costume, but keep an eye out for me later, kay!" with that, she headed off looking for the next judge. 

Tara's confidence was high, Sherman had seemed quite taken with her, and her accidental nip slip couldn't have hurt her standing with him. In fact, it got her thinking that maybe a little flashing would be enough to ensure her a win, and it was pretty harmless. A little flirting and a little skin, that's what Halloween was about these days, right?

Tara spotted her next target with a small group of guys and made her way through the party to talk to him. She knew Larry wasn't going to be as easy to manipulate as Sherman, he was already very popular with the ladies but maybe a quick flash of her panties and then a not so accidental nip slip would convince him.

"Larry, have you got a sec?" Tara asked. He excused himself from the people he was talking to and the two headed to an empty corner of the room. 

"What's up Tara?" He asked

"Look, I hope this isn't out of line but I know you're one of the judges and I'm worried you're not going to be able to see my costume properly later from the judging table." She told him.

"Oh?" He said giving her a good look up and down. "I think I get it from here."

"Yes, see that's the thing. You can't. Not here I mean." She explained, "This isn't the authentic costume I designed."

"Well you have about an hour till judging if you need to grab your props."

"No it's quite the reverse actually." She looked around to see if anyone was watching. The party was quite busy, but everyone seemed in their own worlds, not noticing them. "It's my panties." 

Larry practically choked on his beer. "Your panties?"

"Yes. These panties right here." She pulled up the front of her skirt enough to show him her bright blue underwear. She did have a very predominant camel toe showing and unlike Sherman, he wasn't afraid to openly look at it.

"See the thing is, the type of elf I am dressed as, she wouldn't be wearing any. So you see my problem."

"Um, yeah, I guess." He agreed despite his confusion.

"Exactly, I can't very well get up on the viewing platform without my panties on, not with all these people. Could you imagine?" He could actually, quite easily given she was still showing him a great view of her pussy with them still on.

"Is there anyway that maybe, I could give you a private viewing of my full costume? So you can judge based on that?" She asked, innocently.

"Um. Yes, I mean yeah I'd like that but I don't think I can leave till after the contest." He admitted.

"Oh no." She said, moving her hands and letting her dress drop back into place.

"I'd still be interested after the contest, y'know, out of respect for all the work you put into the outfit." He offered, really, really wanting to see the authentic version.

"Maybe... Last year I was pretty bummed when I didn't win, so it'll depend on how I'm feeling." She told him.

Larry was desperate to find a compromise, but the dean walked over at that point, interrupting them.

"Tara, can I speak with you for a moment."

Mr. Thompson was an attractive man in his early forties and had been the dean for the last five years. He led her into the hall, to a back room. She was suddenly very concerned that she was in trouble. Maybe she had gone too far with Larry, but she hadn't actually meant any harm. She was just having a little fun. A lot of fun actually. She was a little turned on flashing her panties at two guys. Maybe she could calm dean Thompson by giving him a glimpse too.

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