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Tracey finally stands face to
face with her scantily clad neighbor.
"Da..yum.", she gushed, her eyes
opening wide in mild shock when realizing she'd actually said that out
loud without meaning to. "I mean hi, I'm your neighbor........"
"Tracey, yeah....I know.", he
cut in flashing her a big smile. "Charlie told me. I'm Orlando."
"Nice to meet you Orlando.", she
replied making a mental note to ask Charlie what they'd been talking about
when her name happened to come up and why he didn't mention it when she
talked to him earlier. "I ah......have a letter for you. The mailman
must've put it in my box by mistake."
As she lost the ongoing battle
to avert her eyes from the small tattoo on his lower hip, Tracey suddenly
became all thumbs and dropped the letters. When she bent down to pick them
up she also dropped the newspaper that was tucked under her arm.
"Here, let me help you.",
he instantly offered kneeling down next to her.
"That's okay, I've got it.", she
stressed, scooping everything together but Orlando hardly heard a word
when he accidentally got a good look down the front of her shirt and
Tracey, wasn't wearing a bra.
"Hey! I was about to have some
iced tea. I'll pour you a glass.", he cheerfully offered,
determined to get her into his apartment.
"No thanks, I really don't care
for it that.......much.", Tracey replied then looked around curiously when
she noticed that Orlando was gone. She slowly stood up and popped her head
into his apartment.
"Hello?", she called out taking
a timid step inside.
"I'm in the kitchen!", she heard
him shout back.
"Orlando, please don't go to any
trouble on my account. I don't drink tea!"
He suddenly reappeared empty
handed and approached her, "Then what would you like?", he asked as he
reached up and brushed back a wayward strand of her hair behind an ear
then so she wouldn't be embarrassed he pretended not to notice the way her
eyes had traveled down to the lower part of his body when he'd made his
offer.
"Um....ah.....how about a
tour?", she answered although she wasn't sure why because the lay-out of
his apartment was the same as hers and even though Charlie had already
told her it was obvious from where they stood that there wasn't any
furniture so what exactly was she going to look at?
Before she could correct her
mistake though, Orlando locked the front door and took everything from her
hands, the letters, newspaper and even the bread then headed to his
kitchen. There was nothing she could do but follow him and they were only
in there long enough for him to place her things on the counter.
She followed him again to what
she knew was the living room and listened with genuine interest as he
talked about the pieces he'd bought during his recent trip to Italy and
where he planned to put them as soon as they arrived. Same with the dining
area.
"Well, I guess that's the end of
the tour.", Tracey joked not knowing what else to say.
"Not really.", he stated taking
her hand. "I saved the best for last." A slow mischievous grin covered
Orlando's sexy face as he led her to the bedroom and just before they
entered he turned and walked backwards so he could see her reaction.
He wasn't disappointed.
"Wow!", she gasped, her eyes
darting everywhere as if trying to take in everything at the same time.
Orlando was then happily surprised when she was immediately drawn to one
of his favorite pieces, after the bed of course. It was a
beautiful armoire he'd bought a few years ago in Morocco and he was very
proud of owning it.
He followed a few steps behind
her smiling as she made her way around the room but when she suddenly
stopped beside the bed and then stared at the wall closest to it he
immediately knew what she was thinking.
"You can hear me from your
apartment, can't you Tracey.", he stated more then questioned close to her
ear.
"NO!", she blurted out, turning
to face him. "I mean.......I don't know what you're talking about."
"Come on Tracey, we're both
adults here.", he laughed softly as he sat on the bed then leaned back on
his elbows. "And if we're going to have any type of....relationship,
we have to start by being honest with each other, don't you think? I mean
I'll be the first to admit that I do tend to get a bit loud when I'm.....excited."
"Oh alright. I confess! I can
hear you through the wall!", she replied nervously wringing her hands.
"But promise me you won't tell her, okay? It's embarrassing enough that
you know and if I knew, that she knew, that would make
things even more awkward between us, you know?"
"What?", Orlando asked standing
up from the bed, totally confused. "Her? Who are you talking about?"
"You know, your
wife....girlfriend or whatever. The other Tracey!", she exclaimed then
frowned as Orlando ran his fingers through his hair and laughed. She
didn't understand why he thought this was all so amusing.
"Tracey I'm not married, I don't
have a girlfriend and to be more specific, I don't even remember the last
time I went on a date, I've been too busy so besides Charlie, you're the
only other person who's been in this apartment since I got it!"
"But that doesn't make any
sense!", she accused crossing her arms over her chest, "I heard you and I
know I didn't just imagine it!"
"No you didn't, so what do you
think I was doing here, all alone in my bedroom, late at night?", he asked
lifting an eyebrow.
Tracey's arms dropped to her
sides as the answer suddenly hit her. He had been masturbating! "Oh my
God.", she whispered almost inaudibly. "OH MY GOD!!!", she then said
loudly. "Was it "ME" you were thinking about these past couple of nights?"
"Yes. It was you.",
Orlando shrugged as he stepped closer and stopped when he was just inches
from her. "So I guess it's my turn now to confess because ever since that
day I handed you your keys in the lobby I've been fantasizing about us
being together Tracey and I want to fuck you so bad it hurts."
As she gazed up into his lust
filled eyes Tracey realized she wasn't shocked by his words. She didn't
even stop him when his hands made their way underneath her shirt and he
cupped her breasts. As he leaned in closer she thought he was going to
kiss her but instead he nuzzled her neck and took a deep breath before
letting out a low growl that went through her whole body.
When they did kiss, Orlando
edged Tracey towards the bed until she fell backwards, her sandals flying
off of her feet. Then after unzipping her jeans, he literally ripped them
off along with her panties while she got rid of her shirt. He was
also soon naked since all he'd been wearing was his sweatpants with no
underwear and he slowly began to stroke her inner thighs as he eased them
apart then lowered himself between them, teasing her moist entrance with
the tip of his shaft before slipping deep inside.
"Oooh.....yes......YES!!!", she
started to moan loudly arching her back as Orlando began to pump his hips
desperately. He tried gritting his teeth to keep from spilling himself too
soon but her cries of pleasure and the way her inner muscles clenched
around his length had him screaming also.
"It's going to be quick this
time. I want you too bad Tracey!", he panted hoarsely.
"YESSSS!.....AH!....AH!....AH!",
she chanted before screaming out his name as she came. Her name
soon vibrated through the air also as he pushed hard against her twice
before his whole body shuddered and he emptied himself within her.
"That was great.", she whispered
reaching up to stroke his face.
"Yeah, it was.", he whispered
back with a smug smile before kissing her deeply.
They spent the whole day in bed
together, taking their time to enjoy each other after that.
The next day as Orlando was
heading out of the building, he saw Charlie in the lobby.
"Good morning Charlie!", he
greeted the superintendent.
"How are you this fine morning
Mr. Bloom?"
"Couldn't be better and please,
call me Orlando.", he added.
"Sorry, I keep forgetting! By
the way, I'm glad to know you and Miss Tracey are a couple now. You're a
very lucky man!", Charlie said with a broad grin.
"Wow news travels pretty fast
around here. I guess you ran into her this morning.", Orlando figured.
"No. I haven't seen Miss Tracey
since, well since yesterday morning when she got back from buying the
paper."
"Really? Then how....? I mean we
just made it official yesterday!", he stated wondering how he'd gotten the
information.
"Well let's just say.....", he
told Orlando in a low voice, "that the walls.....have ears. Now you
remember that next time you two.......make it official, as you put it!"
Then with a hearty chuckle
Charlie walked away, pushing the large dust-sweeper across the lobby floor
as Orlando turned to leave with a big grin on his face