Love Thy NeighborbyLilaBlossom©
It was about three o'clock in the morning when the cab dropped Ava off in front of her apartment building. It was a tall modern glass structure hailed by critics for its innovative architecture. It was also one of the most expensive places to live in the city, but it provided the best privacy and security, something a person like Ava needed with her schedule having her coming and going at odd hours of the day.
"Good morning miss," the doorman said as he held the glass door open.
"Good morning Tommy," Ava replied.
"Do you need help with that?" he asked indicating to the suitcase she was rolling behind her.
"No thank you. I've go it."
When she entered the lobby the place was completely empty except for the receptionist at the desk and a janitor who was buffing the marble floor. The receptionist glanced up and smiled her way and Ava smiled in return.
She made her way to the elevators and pushed the button to go up. Ava caught her reflection in the shiny metal doors. I look tired, she thought. Her hair was falling from its up do and there were faint dark circles under her eyes. She shook her hair free and it fell like a dark heavy curtain across her shoulders. She had been traveling non stop for the past month and it was finally taking its toll. As soon as my body hits the bed I am going to sleep for at least the next 12 hours, Ava told herself.
She heard the familiar ping of the elevator and the doors instantly opened. She walked inside and pushed the button for the 18th floor. Just as the doors were about to close a voice called out, "Could you hold the elevator please?"
Ava immediately stuck out her arm to hold the doors open. A few seconds later a familiar male frame entered the elevator, it was the "Hot Scott". She didn't know what his real name was, one day she overheard a few women in the building refer to him as the "Hot Scott" and the name sort of stuck.
He was ridiculously good looking, but his looks could be described as more rugged rather than pretty. He looked to be in his mid thirties, but there were attractive wisps of gray in his dark hair. His eyes were between green and blue in color and always held a mischievous gleam. Add to that he was tall, big, and so very male. He was the first man she met who exuded sex from every pore.
"Thanks for holding the elevator," he said in his Scottish brogue and aimed his movie caliber smile at her.
"No problem," she replied. "What floor do you want?"
"Nineteen," he answered. He glanced over at the panel and saw the button for the 18th floor lit up. "It seems like I'm right on top of you, a floor up I mean."
"It seems so," Ava grinned and pushed the button for the 19th floor.
"Are you new to the building?" he asked.
"No. I've lived here for quite a while now."
She rode the elevators with him inside several times already but he was always with some gorgeous woman hanging on his arm. Ava doubted he ever took notice of her before and his question confirmed it.
"I thought I knew every pretty woman in this building," he said.
She couldn't help but smile at his come on.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Coming from any other guy that line would be really corny but with you it kind of works."
"I need to work on my material don't I?"
"A little bit."
He moved forward a little and bent his head so he was near her ear. "Maybe you can help me."
The feel of his breath sent shivers up Ava's body. She turned her head so that her lips would come close to his.
"Maybe next time," she said and pulled back.
He straightened up and studied her closely. His eyes missed nothing as he took note of her mused hair, her wrinkled suit and her breasts that strained against it, her stocking encased legs down to her sensible shoes, and up again to end on her travel weary face.
If another man looked so boldly at me I would have slapped him already, Ava thought, but instead his look left her aroused and tingling.
"Did you get your fill?"
"Not nearly," he said. "Why don't you have drinks with me tomorrow?"
"I'm busy," Ava said.
"The night after then."
"Busy still," she said smiling at him.
The elevator suddenly came to a stop.
"My floor," she announced and made her way out.
"I didn't catch your name."
"I'm not sure I want to give it to you yet," she told him.
"You will," he said with certainty. He gave her a wink before the doors closed.
Ava slept for most of the next day and did not wake up until 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Her dreams were invaded by her sexy neighbor. Dreams so erotic that she had to take a cold shower as soon as she got out of bed. She didn't see any sign of him for the next few days and Ava felt foolish for hoping he'd be there every time she entered the elevator.
By Saturday she put all thoughts of him aside and looked forward to going to the city's opera house benefit that she had bought tickets for a month before. When Ava called to remind her date the day before, he had forgotten and was currently in London for business. She hated to go alone to such events, but she had already promised some friends that she would. She also wanted to see the special performance they had planned only for the benefit.
That night Ava put on a new low cut lavender silk dress she had bought for the occasion. She left her long hair down in loose curls, not wanting to bother with anything elaborate. After grabbing her small silver clutch and made her way to the elevators. She pushed the down button and the elevators instantly opened. Low and behold it was the Hot Scott.
"Hi there neighbor," he said in greeting.
"Hello," Ava responded.
It didn't seem possible but he looked even more attractive standing there in a black suit and tie.
"Aren't you coming in?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she said and then walked into the elevator.
"Do you go down?" he asked.
"I asked are you going all the way down."
She shook her head in hopes to clear it. He is messing with my senses, she thought to herself
"May I say you look beautiful tonight?" he said.
"Thank you. You look very nice too. Are you going anywhere special?"
"I am going an opera benefit," he replied.
"Really? That's were I'm going."
"You don't say. What a lucky coincidence."
"If you don't mind me saying, you don't seem the opera loving type," she told him.
"Then why are you going?"
"Because you are," he said.
"Now why would you do that?"
"I want to know your name," he said, a slow grin spread across his face. "Actually I want to know everything about you."
He reached over and pushed the stop button on the elevator.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Ever since I meet you I can't stop thinking about you," he softly said. "I've been going crazy for days. I need to know what you taste like and if your skin is as soft as it looks."
Before she had time to think he lowered his head and captured her lips with his. He devoured her mouth like a man lost in a desert would devour water.
Her arms unconsciously went around his neck, as his hands went onto her hips. She was pressed up hard against him and she felt every hard plane and curve of his exquisite body. His desire grew between them pressing against her belly. He slowly pushed her back until her back was against the wall of the elevator. His lips broke from hers and traveled along her jaw and down to her neck. Ava moaned when she felt his large hand cup her breast. She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt his fingers tease her nipple into hardness.
"Do you want this?" he asked her. "I can stop if you want, but I'm pretty sure its going to kill me if I do."
"No don't stop," she whispered and then kissed him again. She ran her hand up the front of his pants, caressing him. He moaned into her mouth.
As she watched him pull down the straps of her dress all she could think was that this was insanity. I'm almost completely naked in front of a man who I'm going to have sex with really soon in an elevator and I didn't know his name, she thought.
"What's your name?" she blurted out.
"Quinn. What's yours sweetheart?" he asked. He then got on knees and kissed her stomach.
"That's a beautiful name, as beautiful as your body," he said.
He cupped her breasts and took a nipple in his mouth. The feeling of the wet heat of his mouth made Ava's toes curl. She felt him reach behind her and caress the naked skin of her ass. She reached back to grab the elevator bars to steady herself. He trailed kisses down her stomach until he got to the edge of her underwear. He hooked his fingers onto its sides and pulled down. Ava then realized except for her heels she was completely naked and he still had every stitch of clothing on.
"I'm not going any farther until you have fewer clothes on," she told him.
He gave what seemed to look like a pout and said, "If I have too."
Quinn stood up and began to remove his jacket.
"No let me," she said and began unbuttoning his dress shirt.
Ava pulled the shirt out of his pants and "accidentally" touched him causing him to hiss in pleasure. She undid his tie all the while kissing his neck. His upper half now was completely naked and she couldn't help but admire his physical beauty. She ran her hands along his muscled arms, across his broad shoulders, down his muscled chest and then up and down his rippled abs.
"Darling if you keep touching me I won't last," he said in a pained tone.
"Aww you need to be tougher if you want to play with me," she said and nipped his ear.
"Fine," he said grabbing her gently by the arms. "You keep your hands to yourself and my pants stay on for now."
One corner of her mouth turned up into what could be called a smirk.
He got on his knees again and lifted her leg over his shoulder. He began kissing the inside of her thigh working his way up to his ultimate goal. She felt his fingers part her folds and then dipped deep inside her. She grabbed on to the elevator rail again so she wouldn't fall over. Ava cried out when she felt his warm wet tongue replace his fingers. Oh my! He sure does know what he was doing, she thought. To her surprise she quickly climaxed. None of her previous boyfriends were ever that good.
He then stood up and held her steady. "You're so beautiful when you come," he whispered. Ava blushed in response, something she rarely ever did.
"Can your pants come off now?" she asked him.
He laughed. Damn even his laugh was sexy, Ava thought.
"Of course," he replied.
She unbuckled his belt and then threw it aside. She then unzipped his pants and they dropped to the floor. To her amusement he wore nothing else.
"You don't believe in underwear?" she asked him while she began caressing his length.
"I ran out," he said. He sounded like he was short of breath. "Christ you have clever little hands."
"What till I have my mouth around you," she huskily replied. She purposefully licked her lips and he groaned in response. Ava slid down onto her knees and took him into her mouth. He was generously endowed which proved to be a challenge. He buried his hands in her hair and guided her to what he wanted.
"Stop sweetheart," he growled. "I want to be inside you when I come."
"Where's your condom?" she asked him.
"In my pants," he said.
Ava rummaged through his pants pocket and finally found it. As she began to tear into the package she noticed her hands shaking. She never wanted anything as bad as him deep inside her. Ava quickly got it on him. She usually can do it with more finesse but she couldn't wait any longer. She stood up and faced him.
"I'm all yours sweetheart," he said. "How do you want me?"
She considered the floor with her on top, but it was marble and quite hard on the back. Against the wall would be good but the elevator railings would make it awkward, she thought. She turned her back to him and walked closer to the back wall of the elevator. Ava grabbed the railing with both hands and then spread her legs a good distance apart.
"Good choice," he said.
On the mirrored wall in front of her she watched him walk towards her. She felt his hand caress the curve of her lower back and move over the cheeks of her ass until it rested onto her hip. Then she suddenly felt him slid inside her in one long wet thrust. She gasped in pleasure as he filled her fully and totally.
"You feel like heaven," he groaned. She thought nothing could feel as good what as she was feeling at that moment that was until he began to move.
He seemed to know what she wanted. Yes right there, she thought. Harder. His hand reached up and cupped her breast, teasing her nipple by rolling it with his fingers. He was driving her wild. Sex for her has never been this good before. By this time both his hands grabbed onto her hips and he was driving himself harder into her.
"Oh god! Oh yes!" Ava cried out when she finally climaxed.
Waves of pleasure rolled throughout her body. She sagged against the wall. She felt him still thrusting inside her trying to find his own pleasure. She heard him groan loudly when he finally came. His hands bit into her hips and thrust jerkily inside her. They stayed still for a few moments absorbing all that had happened. The elevator now smelled of them and that unmistakable scent of sex.
"Wow!" she said finally breaking the silence.
"You can say that again," he replied and then slipped himself outside her.
They quickly cleaned themselves off the best they could and were soon clothed again. They stared at each other not really knowing what to say. Is there really a right thing to say after you had sex with a stranger in an elevator? See you later? That was good sex?
"I..." she said.
"Erm..." he replied.
He then leaned over and kissed her, nothing else needed to be said.
"Would you mind if I accompanied you to the benefit?" he asked when they finally broke apart.
"I would love that," Ava said with a smile.
He reached over to push the stop button again and then the elevator began to move. When the elevator doors opened they walked out onto the lobby hand in hand.
"By the way, what is your last name Ava?"
"I think I'm going to save that for our next elevator ride," she replied.
After the ball game was over Quinn began flipping through the channels on the TV to find something else to watch. Medical drama? Pass. Late night talk show? Pass. Scooby Doo cartoon? Maybe, if there was nothing else on. Two hundred channels and there was nothing good to watch, he thought.
Suddenly a familiar face flashed across the screen. Ava, his beautiful downstairs neighbor, was on the TV updated viewers on today's headline news. She had told him she worked for one of the big cable news networks, but he didn't see her on TV until now. She worked mainly as a field reporter, she had told him, which was why she traveled so much. On occasion she also did some on camera work.
If her bosses were smart they'd let her host her own show, Quinn thought. Her face would draw the viewers in, but her intellect and charming persona would keep them watching.
Quinn watched her report on the newest sex scandal in Washington and couldn't help but recall their first time together. That night ranked as one, if not the top, hottest nights of his life. They'd gone out several more times to dinner followed by dessert at home. He wished they could get to spend more time with each other, but she traveled every other week and with his work schedule he was equally as busy. They weren't exclusive, but Quinn hasn't dated anyone else since Ava and he was sure Ava wasn't dating anyone else.
"Goodnight from GBN, the only network that gives you all the news you need to know," said Ava from the TV.
He looked at the clock and saw it was midnight. Ava had told him that during most work nights she didn't get home until 11pm the earliest up to 2 am in the morning. He picked up the phone and dialed her home number. She answered on the third ring.
"Hello," she said in greeting.
"Hi. I hope it's not too late to call."
"No. It's good to hear your voice," she told him. "I just got home a few minutes ago."
"Guess who I saw on TV?"
"Finally. So how was I?" she asked.
"Very informative. I feel like I know now all the news I need to know," he teased.
She laughed. "Thanks."
"Actually I'm lying. I only heard about half of what you said, I was too busy staring at you," he admitted.
"You've been working on you material again haven't you?"
"I don't need it when I'm around you," he told her.
"Because I see right through it?" she quipped.
"No, because I can just be myself around you," he said with complete sincerity.
"I feel the exact same way with you," she admitted.
Both were surprised in revealing so much to each other, and unsure where to go with that knowledge.
"What are you wearing?" Quinn asked, trying to lighten the mood.
Ava breathed a mental sigh of relief. "A robe and nothing else," she teased. "I was just about to take a bubble bath."
"Would you like some company?"
"Well...I have someone else in mind."
"Who?" he asked. Was she serious?
"Brad Pitt," she told him.
Quinn smiled, he could play along.
"You know I don't think it's a good idea that he joins you."
"Why is that?" she asked.
"I heard he doesn't like baths," he told her as a matter of factly.
"Is that so?" she said.
"Pretty boy is afraid of baths. Got his big toe stuck in the drain and couldn't get out for hours. Eventually the fire department had to rescue him. He was a prune by the time he got out."
Ava wanted to laugh out loud, but kept it in. "Hmm that would be a problem. Maybe I should get someone else to join me."
"I'll be there in 30 seconds," he said and then all she heard was dial tone.
Quinn knocked at Ava's apartment door. A few seconds later it opened revealing Ava, who was only clad in a short satin robe. Her dark hair was piled on the top of her head and her pretty feet were bare.
"What took you so long?" she asked. "You said 30 seconds, it was more like 2 minutes."
"The extra minute and half I spent waiting for the elevator," he explained.
"Welcome said the spider to the fly," she said, gesturing him to come in.
Ava's apartment was in stark contrast to his. His place was ultramodern with black leather furniture, sleek metal appliances, and all the gadgets a guy would want. Her apartment was tastefully done with pale green walls with white trim. Overstuffed sofas and chairs and wooden tables dominated the space, with pretty feminine knickknacks scattered about.
"Would you like something to eat or drink?" she asked, ever the gracious hostess.
"I'm good thank you," he said.
Quinn took a closer look at her and saw dark smudges underneath her eyes. She sounded like she was full of energy during their phone conversation, but she was obviously forcing her joviality because she looked tired.
"Come here," he ordered her.
When she neared him, he took her in his arms and held her.
"How was your day?" he asked.
"Stressful, horrible, suckiest day ever. You're the only good thing that happened to me today," she told him.
"Can I do anything?" he offered.
"You're doing it."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No. I want to take a bath with you," she said. She pulled back and took hold of his hand.
"Brad was very disappointed when I told him you were taking his place," she told him as she led then through her bedroom.
"He should have fought harder for the privilege," Quinn replied.
"Well if I were you, I would stay away from him."
"I'm not afraid of him," he boasted.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her bathroom. "Wow!"
"I like to go all out when I take a bath," she explained.
Dozens of white candles where lit and scattered in groups all around the room. Vases of white blossoms where also spread about giving off their sweet delicate fragrances. Soft orchestral music was playing somewhere in the background. In the center of it all was a huge free standing bathtub full of bubbles.