Stealing from My Neighbour

He brought himself off by hand, wanking vigorously, and soon it was his turn to reach a powerful climax. I could tell from his body movements when he was about to shoot his spunk, and I leaned forward, to catch as much of it as I could. It proved well worth the wait. I counted at least five good strong spurts, and a whole series of smaller ones. I got a lovely mouthful, and a generous facial as well. I didn't catch all of it, though, by any means, and I had to lick great sticky globs of it off his stomach. To clean up, I dispensed with "wet wipes" altogether, and popped across to the bathroom, to get a towel, half of which I'd moistened under a tap, so that I could clean the mess up properly.

Afterwards, we stayed on the bed, chatting for a while, both of us finally worn out from our intense exertions, and relishing the warm afterglow of our highly-charged encounter. It seemed like ages since I'd enjoyed myself as much as this, and I didn't think I'd ever had as much fun, within minutes of meeting a guy for the first time. It had all seemed so effortless. The two of us had "clicked", and from that point on, there'd been no stopping either of us. I was starting to realise what I might have been missing out on.

Before I said goodbye to this remarkable visitor, however, there was something I wanted to find out from him. It was about the bet I'd made with him, a little earlier. Would we meet again? Or would it be Sasha that he came to see, next time, after all? Somehow, it didn't seem fair to put him on the spot, by asking him straight out. And anyway, if the answer wasn't the one I wanted to hear, he'd have been too polite to tell me, wouldn't he? One way or another, though, I had to hear something from him, and I wasn't surprised when I heard myself sounding embarrassingly awkward.

"Well babe ...?"

"Mmm ... "

"Was that anything like ...?"

"Ah. Like the session I was expecting to have? Oh Nicky. It was fantastic. You were a lot gentler than Sasha, I have to say, but I liked that. Really liked it. And that blow-job was amazing. Yeah ... "

Gentler? I'd never been so aggressive in the bedroom! What did that woman do to her clients? Whatever it was, they certainly kept coming back for more.

"OK ... so I've lost my bet, then?"

"No, Nicky, don't say that! Sasha's great, so are you. You're different, that's all. I wouldn't want to miss out on seeing you again, I really wouldn't. And I hope I don't have to."

OK, well it could all have been worse. My "bet" hadn't been serious, after all, and I wasn't trying to steal one of Sasha's clients on a permanent basis. This one-off session had been a treat, but there was no guarantee that it would lead to more of the same. Now, though, I had to bid farewell to this afternoon's guest. I gave him my number, and made a point of telling him how much I'd enjoyed our time together. As he walked away, he turned and gave me a friendly wave, and I had a feeling it might not be long before I saw him again. That was about as much as I could have hoped for. He wasn't going to stop seeing Sasha, but he wasn't going to turn down another offer from me, either, especially if I was still going to be giving myself away for free.

As I was closing my front door, a movement caught my eye, and a man passed in front of me, leaving our block and heading back towards town. He looked oddly familiar. It was the scruffy-looking guy I'd seen in the street, earlier, who I'd said was one of Sasha's regulars. Actually, I'd had no idea who he was, at that point, but now, here he was again, just leaving Sasha's flat! So Sasha hadn't missed out, after all. I think that's what's called a win-win situation, isn't it? How's that for a happy ending?

Submitted August 2012

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