Wet Dreams

"You feel too good! I can't hold it! I'm coming! That tight fucking pussy is making my cock come!"

"I'm coming!" he wailed as he continued pounding his hips against her ass. "I'm coming, but I can't stop fucking you!"

"I'm coming again!" she wailed. "You coming in my pussy is making me come again! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy and make it come!"

"Don't stop!" she gasped as he hammered into her, his big strong hands gripping her hips adding speed and power to their fucking. "Don't stop fucking me!"

He grunted hard and deep, his seed splashing at his feet before being washed down the drain as he slowly stroked his cock, his hips thrusting and jerking beyond his control. Snarling and growling, both his hands tight around his cock, he milked himself, his orgasm burning through him with a fire the water couldn't quench.

She moaned hard and loud, dropping her toy as she bucked, kicked, and twisted in the bottom of the shower, clawing at the seat and walls as she was devastated by her rapture. After a long moment of exquisite torture, she released her long held breath, panting and blowing as her climax faded. "Fuck," she whispered.

After slowly stroking his cock a moment, he straightened. Blowing air from pursed lips, he stood for a long moment, the shower splattering on his back as he enjoyed his release. With a soft sigh, he stroked his cock slowly for a moment more before turning to face the shower.

With a hiss of discomfort from her aching her knees, she struggled to her feet, groaning quietly as she bent to pick up her toy. Heaving a great sigh, she turned to the shower, using the spray to carefully wash her toy, making it ready for the next time she needed it. Her toy clean, she carefully rinsed herself to remove any trace of sex, her light touches and slow swipes sending small jolts of pleasure coursing through her.

Using his hands, he made sure to remove any remaining soap from his cock and balls. With another sigh, he stood under the shower, allowing the water to pour over him as his cock slowly softened. With a final caress of his cock, he slapped the shower off, opened the door, and lifted the towel from the hook. He smiled as he briskly dried his hair. She was showering, and he wondered briefly if he could get it up again so soon after coming if she were to join him. He felt a tickle in his manhood with the idea and decided that with a little help from her, he thought he could.

She slowly turned off the water and listened. She heard no running water next door. After squeezing water from her hair, she picked up her towel and began to dry herself, wondering how it'd feel to have his cock inside her instead of her toy.

Finished drying himself, he put on his pajama bottoms and shrugged his way into his shirt. Next time, he promised himself. The next time I see her, I'm going to ask her if she'd like to have dinner. It was the same promise he made himself every time he fantasied about her, but he never followed through. With a grunt of annoyance with himself, he flipped out the light as he walked out the bathroom. Next time...

Her body dried, she pulled her sleep shirt over her head and then wrapped the towel around her hair. Leaving the bathroom, tossing her clothes into the hamper in passing, she settled on the couch and tucked her legs underneath herself. She twisted the knob on the nearby lamp, having to click it twice before it illuminated. She nodded to herself as she flicked through Netflix, looking for something to watch. Next time... she promised herself. The next time I see him I'll ask him to come fix my lamp. It was just the bulb, and she'd replaced it before, but she wanted to use it as an excuse to ask him to over. She selected a Romcom from her list, and as the Netflix Ta-duuunnnnn played, she nodded to herself again. Next time...

Below are the stories of Apartment 301 and Apartment 303 retold without the intercutting. Same two stories as above... but presented in a different format.

He draped his towel over the hook before reaching into the shower to start the water. He'd just finished his nightly workout and was clammy with sweat. A quick shower, a couple hours of surfing the internet, or maybe a movie, and he'd be ready for bed.

Water adjusted, he stepped into the shower and stood under the deluge to allow the strong flow to wash away his perspiration. Spluttering and blowing, he stepped out of the stream and picked up his shampoo. Squirting a dollop into his hand, he smeared the bright green goo into his hair before forming his hands into claws and scrubbed vigorously. His hair well lathered, he stepped back under the shower and allowed the water to sluice his scalp clean.

Stepping from under the flow, he picked up the bar of soap, spun it rapidly in his hands a few times, and then placed the bar back in its holder. Vigorously rubbing his hands together, he worked the soap into a froth before slapping his hands to his face and scrubbing quickly. Face cleaned, he turned to the shower, his eyes and lips pressed tightly closed.

Stepping back, he again picked up the bar and spun it a few times before he began sliding the bar over his chest and stomach, under his arms, and around his neck. Moving quickly, he scrubbed his arms and then moved lower, lathering his cock and balls before washing down one leg and back up the other. With a grunt, he again lathered his manhood, his soapy, slippery fist slowly stroking his rapidly stiffening cock.

He turned to the shower, running his hands rapidly over his body to help wash away the soap, the spray on his hardening cock pleasant as he splashed water against his balls to make sure the hard to rinse areas were soap free.

He picked up the soap and lathered his manhood as the imagined the woman in apartment 303. She appeared to be about his age, early- to mid-thirties, and she was stunningly beautiful with her shoulder length raven black hair, large dark eyes, and voluptuous body. She wasn't wearing a ring, and he wondered if she was seeing anyone. It was hard to imagine a woman so beautiful not having all the male companionship she wanted, but he'd never seen her with a man. Breanne, Breanna, something like that, arrived home promptly at five-twenty every day. They'd spoken a few times in the wide, open air hall that divided the four units so there were two to a side, but it was nothing more than the idle chit-chat of passing neighbors. He slowly caressed his cock as he imagined them as lovers.

His eyes closed, he imagined they'd been enjoying a simple picnic when the rain started, but as other picnickers fled, they'd remained, gazing to each other's eyes, silently daring the other to do what they both knew they wanted. Her thin white shirt clinging to her breasts, he pulled her lips to his. Alone in the park, lying on the thick, soft grass, protected from view by hedges and flowering things, their passions exploded as they began ripping clothes from each other's body.

She pulled herself from his kiss and slowly turned, kissing her way down his body, the well-manicured turf as comfortable as the finest bed. As the rain pummeled them, she swallowed his cock, slurping and moaning in delight as he lifted her hips to position her pussy over his mouth. Pulling her down tight, his tongue flicked and probed, his lips pinched and pulled. She moaned hard and deep as she battered the head of his cock with her tongue.

"Fuck... you're going to make me come!" she cried before swallowing him again, her hips rocking as he devoured her.

She began to wail as her hips thrust furiously at his face. He flicked and pulled, sucked and caressed, determined to destroy her with pleasure. "I'm coming!" she howled. "You're eating my pussy go good that I'm coming all over your fucking face!"

Shuddering, she wailed loudly, her cry of completion damped by the hiss of the falling rain. She tried to lunge away, but he held her, battering her button with his tongue as she cried her pleasure to the storm, her hips thrusting furiously as they grappled in erotic battle.

"Please! Fuck! Stop! I can't take it anymore!" she cried as she again surged against his restraining embrace. He released her and she tumbled off his body to lie gasping and twitching on the ground with her eyes crushed tightly closed. Smiling from a job well done, he moved to her, rolled her gently to her back, and took her lips softly. With a gasp she lunged for him, pulling herself tightly to his chest as she drank deeply from his lip's caress.

He rolled to his back as they kissed furiously, dragging her onto his chest so his rock-hard cock was trapped between their bodies. "I want you," he rumbled as their lips slowly parted. Taking his lips in another blistering kiss, she reached between them, gripped his cock, and then moaned into his mouth as she slammed her hips down to plunge him into her pussy.

Throwing herself upright, she bounced on his cock, rain rolling off her body and splashing from between their hips with every impact. He growled low in his chest as her face twisted with pleasure. He gripped her breasts, carefully rolling the hard points between finger and thumb. "Fuck, your pussy is tight!" he growled as she moaned loudly.

"Fuck! Your cock feels so good! I'm going to fucking come again!"

"Do it!" he snarled as he released her breasts and grabbed her hips. "Come! Come all over that big fucking cock!" he continued with a growl as he slammed her down over his manhood.

"Fuck!" she screamed as her hands became claws, gripping his torso as she jerked and shook. He knocked her hands from his rib cage, causing her to fall forward as he wrapped her in his arms, crushing her magnificent breasts to his chest, holding her tight as he planted his feet and pounded into her furiously.

"Fuck!" he roared, driving his cock into her in a frenzy as she jerked and heaved in her battle with her orgasm, her wail of completion muted by a rumble of thunder. "I'm going to fucking come! You're going to make me fucking come!"

He continued to slam his cock into her as he battled his need to come. "Do it!" she wailed. "Shoot that fucking come into my pussy! Fill my pussy with your come!"

"You feel too good! I can't hold it! I'm coming! That tight fucking pussy is making my cock come!"

"I'm coming again!" she wailed. "You coming in my pussy is making me come again! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy and make it come!"

He grunted hard and deep, his seed splashing at his feet before being washed down the drain as he slowly stroked his cock, his hips thrusting and jerking beyond his control. Snarling and growling, both his hands tight around his cock, he milked himself, his orgasm burning through him with a fire the water couldn't quench.

After slowly stroking his cock a moment, he straightened. Blowing air from pursed lips, he stood for a long moment, the shower splattering on his back as he enjoyed his release. With a soft sigh, he stroked his cock slowly for a moment more before turning to face the shower.

Using his hands, he made sure to remove any remaining soap from his cock and balls. With another sigh, he stood under the shower, allowing the water to pour over him as his cock slowly softened. With a final caress of his cock, he slapped the shower off, opened the door, and lifted the towel from the hook. He smiled as he briskly dried his hair. She was showering, and he wondered briefly if he could get it up again so soon after coming if she were to join him. He felt a tickle in his manhood with the idea and decided that with a little help from her, he thought he could.

Finished drying himself, he put on his pajama bottoms and shrugged his way into his shirt. Next time, he promised himself. The next time I see her, I'm going to ask her if she'd like to have dinner. It was the same promise he made himself every time he fantasied about her, but he never followed through. With a grunt of annoyance with himself, he flipped out the light as he walked out the bathroom. Next time...

She pulled her blouse over her head, released her bra, and dropped the items to the floor before shoving down her skirt and panties. Kicking the clothes aside, she casually stroked and scratched her breasts, relishing the freedom of being out of her office clothes. As she caressed her flesh, she heard the water start in apartment 301. It seemed the apartments were mirrored, placing the kitchen and bathrooms back-to-back, so the living area and bedroom were separated and on outside walls. When she was in her kitchen, she would sometimes hear the man rattling in his own kitchen, and if she were quiet, she could hear the water running in his shower, but otherwise, she heard nothing of him. With a final scratch under her breasts, she draped her towel on the hook, opened her shower door, and started the water.

After the water was adjusted to her preference, she stepped into the shower, turned her back to the spray, and tipped her head back to face the ceiling with closed eyes, wetting her hair thoroughly as she smiled at nothing. After saturating her hair, she wiped water from her face and reached for her shampoo. She squeezed a large glob into the palm of her hand, enjoying the smell of apples and flowers, before smearing the blob into her hair and began scrubbing. Once she was sure that her hair was well soaped, she stepped back under the shower, slowly swinging her head as she dragged her fingers through her locks to help the water to wash away the soap. When she no longer felt soap running down her body, she pulled gently on her hair, listening for the squeak of cleanliness. Stepping from under the stream, she wrung the water from her hair and repeated the process with her conditioner.

Her hair cleaned and conditioned, she squirted a small amount of body wash into her hands. After gently rubbing her hands together to spread the cleanser, she scrubbed her face, taking extra care to make sure she removed all the lightly applied makeup around her eyes. Satisfied her face was clean, she turned to face the shower, her lips and eyes tightly closed as the water washed away soap and cosmetics.

Her face cleaned, she picked up her body wash and squeezed a larger glob into her hand. Placing the bottle back in the holder, she scrubbed her arms, shoulders and neck, adding more soap as she caressed her breasts, before moving down over her stomach. Another dollop allowed her to wash her legs, and between, being careful to not get soap into the folds of her womanhood. Her body soaped, she turned to the water, her eyes closed as she first rinsed her hands and then her body.

Standing under the shower, she sighed as the soap ran off her body, the suds tickling slightly, like the feathery kisses of a lover. She turned her back to the spray, her eyes closed, images of the man in apartment 301 suddenly occupying in her thoughts. He was about her age, perhaps in his mid-thirties. She'd never seen him with a girlfriend or wife, and she wondered about his life. They'd spoken a few times in passing, but she couldn't even remember his name. With another soft sigh, she slowly reached between her legs.

She gasped quietly as she touched her button, stroking it slowly, softly as she imagined the man kissing her lips. He was so sexy, standing eight or nine inches taller than her own five-foot four. With his sandy-blond hair and piercing blue eyes, not to mention his banging body and pleasantly deep, masculine voice, her body responded to him every time they paused to exchange a few words or she saw him as he ran laps around the complex parking lot.

In her imagination, they were walking along hand in hand on the desolate beach when he pulled her to a stop and turning her to face him. They were alone on the tropical island, the bright, the full moon perched on the vast expanse of ocean allowing her to see him clearly. As she gazed up into his beautiful eyes, he'd lowered his lips to hers. His kiss was hungry, its power taking her breath as he pulled her hard into his sculpted chest.

As he pulled back from the kiss she gripped his cock tightly, an evil smile painting her lips as he gasped and threw his head back. With a snarl of pure desire, he again took her lips as his hips slowly churned, fucking her hand through his swimsuit. With sexy growl he attacked her neck with his lips, roughly jerking aside her bikini top to expose her breast to his teasing fingers.

Her smile spreading, she shoved her way out of his embrace and dropped to her knees, jerking down his swimsuit as she did. His cock sprang free, bobbing in front of her as if begging for her lips. She slowly took the head into her mouth, watching him from under her brows as his face twisted in profound pleasure.

"Fuck... shit... you're going to make me fucking come," he growled after a long moment as he slowly thrust in her mouth, his low and sexy voice exciting her. Holding his stiff cock with one hand, she bit the tip gently, causing him to hiss with pleasure as he froze. His cock still between her teeth, she caressed his shaft between finger and thumb, causing him to again throw his head back and moan to the sky. Still delicately holding his cock between her fangs, she smiled.

Releasing her grip on his cock with her teeth, she swallowed him before pulling his cock from her mouth. She began stroking him furiously. "Come on!" she growled. "Give me that come!"

"Fuck!" he roared to the sky, the word long and drawn out as he splashed onto her breasts, his hips thrusting furiously. Cooing and purring, she began smearing his essence with his manhood as he continued to thrust, his snarls and growls of pleasure loud in the night. Holding his cock tight, she milked every drop from him, occasionally slapping her mounds with his rod as he grunted and jerked. "Fuck... you make me come so fucking hard," he sneered as he staggered back a step, pulling his cock from her hand before falling to his knees. He sat on his heels, leaning back as he stared at the sky with his arms hanging loose at his side. His body glistening with sweat, his breath coming in hard, chest heaving, pants, he appeared to be wrecked, but she knew he had more to give. She smiled as she began untying her suit.