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I'm going to do it this time, no more kidding around. He and I have been locking eyes since the day he moved to this apartment building. One more flight of stairs to our hallway, then twelve steps down the hall. The fifth stair creaks as I make my way upward. His apartment is on the left, mine on the right. I'll just knock on the door, introduce myself and see if he invites me in. Then I'll know if he shares the burning, erotic desire I have every time we see each other.
As I make my way the twelve steps down the dark hallway, I can see our doors on the left and right of the hall. A single bulb dangling from the ceiling dimly illuminates the narrow hall. Standing at his door, I muster the courage to knock on his door, and curl my hand into a fist. Instead of issuing the expected rapping sound, the door yields to my knuckle and opens slightly.
"Hello?" I whisper into the dark apartment. "Is anyone home?"

No answer. I push the door open a little more, and peer into the shadows. He doesn't seem to be home. I've never done anything like this before but I just can't help myself. I slide inside and close the door behind me. Turning on the lights, I see an apartment almost the mirror image of my own. His furniture is a bit better than my own, but his housekeeping isn't. A bottle of wine lies open on the table, a half glass by its side. He must be celebrating something. I glide my fingers up the sleek curve of the bottle, and my fingertip comes up wet. This wine is still nicely chilled. I instinctively lick the wetness from my finger and pick up the glass.
My eyes roam the living room as I wonder why this handsome stranger left his apartment in such a hurry. Perhaps the answering machine holds the clue. I press the black, plastic button and hear a recorded message. The bitchy voice is demanding the handsome stranger drive immediately to the neighboring town and sign the divorce papers. Well, at least now I know why he just moved in. And that he's available!
So, he had to take a short trip, eh? Judging from the condensation on the wine bottle and the distance he has to travel to sign the papers, he'll be gone for a little while. There's plenty of time to find out what sexy guy is all about. Roaming around the apartment, his drink in hand, I can see he is quite a reader. Buried amongst the books are pictures of what must be his family. Assuming handsome stranger is the little boy in the pictures, he sure was a cute little tyke. He grew up very well! Holding up a row of books is a picture of him in a cap and gown, probably college. Without thinking, I reach my hand out to touch the graduate. As my skin contacts the smooth glass of the picture frame, the phone rings. Shocked, I jump and spill the wine down the front of my dress.

I stand rigid in the living room as the answering machine picks up. The same nasty, nasal voice heard in the previous message fills the room with bitching. Strange he hasn't arrived there yet. Maybe she had called after he left and he didn't go there? Nah, she is just impatient. There is plenty of time. Besides, I really need to get some water on this dress before the stain sets.
Hands trembling, I take off my dress in the bathroom and dunk it under the cold water. How can I be so stupid? I break into someone's house, spill red wine everywhere, and ruin a brand new dress! As I scrub the booze out of my clothing, I happen to catch a glimpse of my nearly naked body in the full-length mirror. I wonder what handsome stranger would think if he came in right now and caught me. I bet he would appreciate the hardness of my nipples. I turn slightly so I can see my breasts in the mirror, and I tug on each nipple to perk it up. Wouldn't he be surprised to see me dressed in only my white thong panties, standing in his bathroom?
As I admire my own body in his mirror, I notice a wet spot on my panties and I begin to caress it. With my left hand cupping my breast and pinching my nipple, I slide my right index finger under the cotton panel between my thighs. Indulging in my own pleasure, I roll my clit under my trembling fingers and it starts to throb. I want to fill my pussy so badly! In the mirror's reflection, I watch desire grip my body. I also catch a glimpse of his bedroom across the hall.
Now powerless to fight the erotic urges, I succumb and enter his bedroom. Sliding my now-drenched panties to the floor, I drive my fingers deep inside as I lie down. Cum gushes from my hungry body almost instantly, and splashes onto his bed. Feeling like the ultimate slut, I jam more fingers deeper into myself, scooping out juices and smearing them all over myself. Oh, what would he think if he found me here, playing such dirty games? Mm, wouldn't it be better if he were here to watch me?

I suck the nectar from the slippery fingers of one hand while I drive my hips down on the fingers of the other hand. The bed squeaks slightly with the rhythm of my self-pleasure. Or was that the fifth stair I just heard creak? Heart still pounding from thrill and orgasms, pussy still dripping, I leap from the cum-saturated bed to grab my soaking dress from the bathroom. Oh my god, I think he's coming! The wine glass is still in the living room, and I quickly put it next to the bottle before scrambling for the door.
I whip the door open, naked and clutching my clothing to hide my nudity and pull his door shut behind me. I can hear footsteps ascending the rickety staircase as I slide my drenched dress back on. I've done it! He might never know I was having wild orgasms in his bed! Just as my hand grasps the doorknob to my apartment, he appears at the top of the stairs. I smile softly to myself, knowing I have left no evidence of my erotica. His eyes meet mine as he opens his apartment door and in that moment, I remember the panties left beside his bed.