I saw him in the breezeway, the open hall between the apartment buildings. My not-so-new neighbor. Been keeping an eye on him for a couple of months. He has a girlfriend, but nothing committed, and we flirt casually.
He’s cute – six-three, so he’s tall, but it’s not string-bean tall. He has a lot of muscle. His hair is blackish brown, brushes his collar, and he keeps his facial hair neatly trimmed. Catty whiskers. They make me want to chew on his jaw. He has the greatest mouth – all pout. Dark eyes. There’s Italian in there somewhere, or I’ll eat my hat.
I’d passed his girl in the parking lot, I realized, as she had hurried to her car. And there was Jason, leaning against the wall like he’d been sucker-punched, dark hair in his face.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“She dumped me,” he said, sounding breathless. Sucker-punch, indeed.
“Come in. I’ll get you a drink.”
He hesitated.
“Come on. It’s too damn cold to be standing out here in that,” I nodded to his outfit, which consisted of a pair of sweat pants, an old gym tee, and no shoes. “And if you insist, I won’t push booze on you. You can have hot cider.”
Jason agreed, though he let me spike the cider with some rum. And by the time I got it to him, he’d spilled the whole story. One last night of passion, then she comes by the next day, while he’s still sleeping it off, and drops him like a hot potato. So unfair.
Nothing to do but comfort him the old-fashioned way.
I was gonna be his unexpected rebound
Oh, come on, how was I supposed to resist? He looked too good. And he wasn’t exactly saying no when I climbed into his lap and kissed him.
I slid down between his knees, him in his ratty old duds, me in my slick professional sweater and skirt combo. He put a hand in my hair as I tugged his pants down. His cock was surprisingly thick, and surrounded by glorious dark hair. I breathed in the scent of him, savoring it, then slid my mouth steadily down his length, engulfing him almost to the bottom.
Jason moaned, threw his head back as I sucked him, base to tip and down again, digging my tongue into the underside. He tasted salty, rich. I was drooling. I kept at him, not wanting to quit, but before I could finish him, he pulled me up into a fierce kiss. His hands were all over me, insistent, hungry, and he pushed one right up my skirt. My cock was at full attention, and he froze solid when he felt it.
I hadn’t meant to let him get that far
When I said unexpected rebound I didn’t think we would fuck! I’d wanted to stop at sucking him. But the cat was out of the bag now, and there was no turning back. I looked at him, and he looked back. His hand closed on my cock, stroked it, and then he bore me over on the couch in a sudden frenzy of passion, tearing my skirt off, shoving my sweater and blouse up over my tits. I arched my hips up into him as he jerked me. His mouth was on my breasts, teasing.
We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. He pushed my legs up right there and fucked me, his cock bullying my ass as he rammed in over and over. I gasped, hollered, jerking myself when he wasn’t jerking me. I didn’t know which of us would come first. His cock was so thick, I thought he’d hurt me, but I never told him to quit, couldn’t make myself. It felt so good!
I felt him pulse, throb, a moment’s warning before he emptied into me. He was still inside me, though softening, when I came, my ass clenching on him, cock gushing onto my own stomach. He kissed me thoroughly, panting harshly through open lips. I sent him on his way smiling, feeling better. I know it was a naughty thing to do, being his unexpected rebound tranny and all, but I think it definitely counted as my good deed for the day!
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