One day out of the blue, the neighbors listed their condo. Nixie had known them fairly well, but didn’t know they were moving. And now the condo was for sale. It was a seller’s market, and the building was popular, so being a well-kept apartment, she knew it wouldn’t last. Sure enough, the “Sold” sign went up quickly, and that meant a new neighbor would be coming soon. Nixie was twenty and single, and secretly hoped it would be a good-looking single guy who would find her interesting.
That would be different from the norm, since Nixie was basically shy. She never stood out at school, and while she fit in well with her friends, her nice figure and ample breasts just didn’t seem to get her noticed by the guys. She dated only a couple of times, and both dates were one-and-done, so Nixie was hopeful about her new neighbor.
He moved in about two months later, and on the surface, he was all that Nixie could have hoped for. He looked to be in his twenties, was fit and good-looking, and on their first encounter in the hallway, he smiled at her.
“Hi. I’m your new neighbor, Sam.”
She smiled back and replied, “Hi. I’m Nixie. Welcome to the building.”
“Thank you,” he said as he smiled and went back into his apartment.
And it was much the same every time she saw him… he smiled, or waved, always said “Hi”, but never struck up a conversation with her. She hoped maybe he was shy as well, but no guy that good-looking could ever be shy, could he? Any hope that he was shy was disproved when she encountered him with a date one evening. She smiled at them, and he smiled back, but he said nothing. And it happened several times, always with different women. A smile and a nod, but she was too shy to say anything, and he never did either. Somehow, it didn’t feel rude; they were just neighbors acknowledging each other in the building.
o o o
But things took a turn one evening when he came home from a date rather drunk. She was in the lobby checking her mail when he came in. He saw her and surprised her by speaking.
“Hey Nixie! Come with me and get naked. I want to fuck you, you sexy little slut!”
She could tell he had been drinking, and his crude invitation made that pretty clear.
“Ah, no thanks. Maybe another time,” she replied.
Nixie could see the change in his expression; his smile faded, and he looked rather angry. She was a little afraid he wouldn’t take no for an answer, but he did, and went to his apartment. She followed in the next elevator and went to hers, thinking through the encounter she’d just had with Sam. If only he hadn’t been so rude about asking her in, she might have gone.
Over the next few weeks, she noticed he was brusque with each encounter in the lobby or hallway, not smiling or saying anything in passing. She kept quiet as well, not knowing what he was thinking. But she knew what she was thinking; she felt that if he ever asked her over to his apartment again, she’d jump at the invitation. He may have been rude and a little drunk, but she would have gotten to know a good-looking guy, and they’d be friends now instead of distant acquaintances.
She often thought of how it could have gone that night, how any chance to be with Sam might play out. Since he never seemed to date the same girl twice, she thought there must be some off-putting thing about him, but she knew she could put up with whatever it was until she knew him better and could get him past it… If he ever gave her another chance. Maybe he was too shy to make a move, or maybe he was the opposite and very demanding. Since she was shy herself, she wouldn’t mind if he were demanding, controlling; in fact, she’d prefer it. Or maybe he was rough… hmm, demanding, controlling, and rough… that sounded good to her. She’d be able to just enjoy the physical side of things and do whatever he wanted his way, and not be burdened with figuring out what to say or do. She dreamed of such a second chance, with Sam being in control, and she was willing to go along with most anything he did to her. She just hoped for a second chance and vowed never to let one go by, no matter what.
o o o
That chance came one Saturday evening. She had seen Sam leave, dressed nicely enough that she thought he must be on a date. She forgot about him and was relaxing and watching TV when there was a loud knock at her door. She looked through the peephole, and there he was!
No sooner had she opened the door than Sam pushed his way in; Nixie was shocked! He grabbed her and pulled her to him and kissed her, which really shocked her, but in a way she could only dream about! He kissed her hard, passionately, and she could smell the liquor on his breath. Then pushed her back and stared at her before speaking.
“I have to have you, Nixie… right now!” he said.
She was still in shock at his barging in and kissing her, and now he was saying he had to have her. She didn’t know what to think or say, so she said what her body was telling her for weeks.
She surprised herself and said loudly, “Then do what you must!”
Sam must have been surprised by her response because he paused, but he soon recovered and reached out to Nixie, pulled her close, and started to unbutton her blouse, but then stopped.
“You can do that better than me. Take your clothes off, and be quick about it!” he commanded.
Nixie was shocked yet again at his order to undress, but her pussy was already wet, and telling her to do it. And he didn’t seem drunk, so her main concern was not to let him know that she was so turned on she would willingly strip for him.
“Or what?” she asked, feigning fear.
“Or I’ll tear them off you, you little slut. Now off with ’em!” he said emphatically.
Nixie was secretly happy to cooperate and started to remove her blouse. When that was off, he nodded toward her jeans, so she took them off as well and stood in her bra and panties.
“And the rest!” he commanded.
She tried to hide her excitement as she hesitated to remove the last of her clothing. Sam seemed impatient and stepped in close, then reached around her to unfasten her bra and pulled it down, letting her nice-looking breasts fall free. She wondered if he noticed that her nipples were erect. He was bound to see her pussy was wet once her panties were gone, and she was afraid he’d know she really wanted this to happen. She shuddered a little, and Sam stepped back.
“Now the panties, slut!.” he ordered.
“Okay,” she answered, feigning more fear, and slipped her panties down and off.
o o o
He admired her naked body, her beautiful breasts, and her shaved pussy. She had decided some time ago to keep herself shaved “just in case” she had an invitation to be intimate, and even as CNC-like as this was, it still counted. Sam suddenly seemed taken by an urge, and reached around Nixie, grabbing her upper legs just below her rear, and lifted her over his shoulder. He walked with her naked body slung over him to her bedroom, where he flopped her on the bed. Then he spread her legs and ran his hands up her inner thighs to her pussy.
He opened her labia with his fingers and rubbed her slit roughly, then found her clit. Nixie was already wet with arousal, and the over-the-shoulder assertion of his will was a total turn-on for her. She pretended to be shocked by his assault on her pussy and squirmed as if trying to get away, but in fact, it was a thrill she craved since she first met Sam. When he rubbed her clit with his rough hands, she almost came on the spot, but the sudden pain he was causing with his harsh handling stopped her.
Then, as Sam continued to assault her cunt, his handling of her mellowed, and she began to get seriously aroused. He began to use his fingers more gently, swirling about her clit, and she was getting close to an orgasm. After a moment, he plunged two fingers into her pussy and began to finger fuck her while continuing to rub her clit with his thumb. Nixie squirmed in ecstasy under his intense foreplay, her pussy alive with desire as he fucked her with his fingers. Soon she was writhing on the bed, her legs flailing about as he drove her wild with rubbing her clit. She felt the urge to cum, and it was so strong she couldn’t hold it back any longer. With a shudder and jerk, she spasmed and came, and her pussy juices flowed and flooded his hand as he continued to finger her. She orgasmed strongly and loved the feeling that her sex drive was so unleashed by Sam’s rough-then-sexy way of taking her.
Feeling how aroused and then fulfilled Nixie was, Sam was ready to indulge himself. He undid his jeans and took them off, followed by his briefs, then grabbed Nixie and moved her to the middle of the bed. He climbed onto the bed and spread her legs to expose her sopping pussy to him, then pressed his huge erection against her opening. With a hard and fast thrust, he pushed into her. She jerked at the size of his penis as it filled her, and more when he started to push deeper. She could feel its length and girth stretch her, and her arousal started to grow again.
Sam’s intensity returned as he fucked Nixie, pushing hard and deep. He put his hands around her hips and grabbed her rear, holding her in place as he unleashed all his pent-up sexual desire for her. He fucked her with abandon, her soaking pussy enabling his deepest thrusts without resistance as they both approached a climax. Sam was soon at his peak, unable to hold back, and he came with a voluminous spurt, followed quickly by many more. He unloaded his spunk with intensity, his thrusts strong and deep, as if he were trying to force his cock through Nixie.
She was taken aback by the force of his fucking, but loved every minute of it. She felt the power of his taking her, the fullness as he drove deep into her, and the warmth of his ejaculations, all of which triggered another orgasm in her. She rocked beneath him as he came, and she matched his intensity as a second wave of ecstasy overtook her. She bucked and felt herself release all the leftover energy she had, along with all the juices her pussy had left. She flooded his cock with her nectar, and they both collapsed on the bed, his penis still in her. They lay together for a moment, and then he pulled out and got up.
“I trust that will hold you until next time, slut,” he told her.
“Is there going to be a next time?” she asked.
“When I’m in the mood, maybe. You’ll be the first to know,” Sam replied.
And then he got dressed and left without saying any more.
o o o
Over the following weeks, Nixie saw Sam most days, briefly in the lobby or hallway, but he only said “Hi” and kept going. She wasn’t sure if he would stop by her condo again, as he did that night, or if it was a one-time deal, an explosion of his sexual needs that wouldn’t be repeated. She hoped he would come by, knock on the door, and take her forcefully again, but until he did, she remembered with happiness, and not a small amount of arousal, how he took her without warning that fateful night.
