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Story: Next door Part 2

Posted 10-05-2016 at 01:01 AM by CSasha
Updated 12-02-2016 at 05:40 PM by CSasha

Part 1

I really slept like a baby, happy and fond like never. The next morning I stood up fresh and full of enthusiasm. I still had a work day to endure, but I was eager to bear it in good mood for the night that might come after it. I took a warm shower and dared to finish with cold water to resurrect my body. I took my time with the breakfast, also thanks to getting up early enough. And I even had a relaxed way to work since I also didn't need to be in a hurry. It just felt everything went much more smooth when going it on relaxed and without stress or pressure. My time at work was much more pleasant than usually. Even though my manager was still as bad as the other days I took any shouting with a smile, still asking how I could help. No insult did touch me, no matter how unfair or destructive it was. On my way home I bought some fruits and vegetable to cook for myself, something I hadn't done since months. Though an ongoing hesitation to actually do it, once I was over the first step and started it really did me good. I cooked and ate without any distraction like videos or music I usually enjoyed with my junk food. With the countdown to the night I was getting more and more excited while cleaning up my apartment. I showered once more and used my favorite deodorant, put on a different set casual cloth, comfortable but not too sleazy. I waited at my computer reading up some articles.

Ten pm. No knock. I was nervous and eager for her to come over at the same time. What would she do this time? The same as yesterday would be pretty fine with me. I felt the grin over my face. Or something new. Oh, she could do so much to me. 'Anything she wanted', I thought. Well, maybe nearly anything. I still had my limits. I turned the volume down. No way I wanted to miss hearing any oh so slightest knock. Mute. She had liked it, too. She would probably come sooner rather than later. The article had been interesting. Ten thirty. No knock. I wondered. Had I missed it? No, no way. I already jumped on a single bark from a dog on the street. Just minutes until she would come over. It probably took her longer to make herself as much as she liked to. Or she just took it slowly. Patiently. Nagging with me by letting me wait. Or what was I thinking? She could make out with any boy of her age. Or with any man at all. One picture of her and all the guys would flirt with her. And who was I? Just a neighbor, actually too old for her. And too close. I wasn't rich. I was neither very intelligent nor athletic. And my look. Just an average guy. Way out of her league. How lucky I had been with yesterday. With her at all. That happenstance still surprised me. Or her openness, her mercy with me? I didn't know exactly. I was just astonished, and now I doubted she would ever return to me. Eleven pm. No sign of her. I asked myself if I should dare to knock at her window. But she had been very clear about this. She knocked or she didn't came at all. No, I had to wait. Wait and hope. Eleven fifteen. Still time. What would I do when she came? If she came. What would I give for her to come over again. Then I thought I pathetic that was. A man in my age, hoping and waiting for a beautiful young woman in her best years, with such look and character. Though he couldn't find anyone at all. And I still hoped. Eleven thirty. She wouldn't come. What was I thinking? She had had her fun with me, and now she was done. I was done. Used and dumped at the very next instance.

How could I think I was worth anything to her? How could I have ever thought this? On the other hand, stop thinking that. She had had her fun with me, so why not go for another one? Still time. Eleven forty-five. I wouldn't mind even if she came late. I wouldn't mind at all, as long as she came over. But so far she had kept her promise. I hadn't see her naked. She hadn't touched me. She had never promised to come over ever again though. She had just left it open she might. Between ten and twelve. If she wanted. Any night she liked. Not any night she didn't like. And how should I know? Should I have done anything different? Did she miss a present? But how should I have obtained it in the time, and how given it to her without raising suspicion? I didn't have her number nor any other contact info despite knocking at her door. Which means her mother's door. What would she say about our behavior if she found out? Pathetic old man. 'Pervert', she would say.

My heart missed a beat at twelve. Midnight. Was that a knock? I opened the door. Darkness. My eyes adjusted. Nobody there. I turned on the hallway light. Nobody else. I was alone there, between the cold walls, in front of the closed door of my neighbors. Silence over there. Was she home at all? Was she sleeping? Zero thirty. I still waited. Tired. Sad. Disappointed. But what did I expect? Why did I expect anything at all? My own fault. At one am I went outside, just to check her window. Just to be sure. It was dark. No light at all. She was absent or sleeping. So I went back. I started a short porn clip, one of my favorites, just to acknowledge I wasn't in the mood. Though I usually wanked daily, just now I couldn't. I went into bed, but I couldn't sleep neither. I tossed and turned. Next morning I was tired and late again. Always late, like most of the time in my life. My entire old life was back. Sorrows in the morning, a bad working day, a lone evening full of self-pity. Here I come.

When I arrived home, I checked my mail as usual, only to find a letter in there. Without post stamp. No name, no address. No sender. I opened it:

"Hello neighbor,

I have been thinking of our encounter. Frankly, you have to admit it isn't quite a fair share of favors. While I am young, smart, attractive and can have any boy, guy or girl I want, you are just a pathetic, sore loser. You couldn't even get laid an old, fat woman or even a guy. So why should I waste my precious time with you?

The simple solution is very evident. Not to you of course. That's why I tell you. You have to raise the stakes. More for me, less for you. I think you subconsciously already knew that when you doubted the engagement and had me apply some simple rules. There will be more of that in the future.

For now it is inappropriate that I have to ring your bell or knock your door. So you will leave a key to your apartment in my family's mailbox as soon as possible. Don't worry about my mother. I am always the one picking up the mail, and even if not, I have an easy cover story for that key.

You will also keep your apartment tidy and clean, and at 10 pm you will be on the ground, naked, belly and face down like the scum you are. You will obediently wait for me until I arrive. If I don't until 12 pm, you will go to bed.

Also while I remain my freedom to date and make out with anyone I like, apart from work and any other obligations you will not meet with anyone else.

Should you violate any of these rules, I will expose your pervert nature to anyone I like and harm your miserable life in ways you aren't even capable to think of. But worst of all, I will take my shining presence out of your pity life.

Until whenever I want to see you again

Your new mistress"



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  1. Old Comment
    Once again, another story I enjoyed reading a lot!

    The thing I like the most when reading your stories, is the sense of experience and emotions that I feel. Managing to relate to the characters, understanding their feelings, and experiencing the thrill they are experiencing.

    Im not exactly sure whats causing is, but they make your stories a lot of fun to read!

    And im not sure if you find it annoying if mistakes get pointed out or not, but I believe this is wrong:
    "I wasn't neither very intelligent nor athletic."
    This seems to imply he's both intelligent and athletic (wasn't neither)
    Posted 10-05-2016 at 10:51 AM by Unidentified Unidentified is offline
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    Thank you very much.

    Indeed I like people pointing out any mistakes in the way you did: that I understand and can easily correct them. And of course any other criticiscm that helps me to improve, accompanied by words that make me keep on.
    Posted 10-05-2016 at 11:17 AM by CSasha CSasha is online now
 

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