Category: Mature Stories

All Reservations Aside

by AnAmericanDarling©

Russ looked out of his apartment window. Someone had just parked a gigantic u-haul in the parking lot, and he knew that must be his new neighbor, as the manager said that apartment 205 was being moved into today. 205 was right below him and he was relieved when the last residents had moved out because their stereo always seemed to be on and turned up loud. One night it had even escalated to a physical confrontation, but that story will be saved for another time.

Emerging from the driver's seat was a scrawny little girl. Russ immediately became interested. The poor little thing had to hop out from the truck, as the vehicle was so huge. The girl looked maybe 20 or 21 and he felt sorry for her when he realized that she was all alone and that there was no one there to help her unload the truck. He decided he would go down in a moment, but he stood there for another minute to admire her. She wore a pink t-shirt and tiny white shorts. She was 5'1" with a petite frame and she had the loveliest bottom he had ever seen in his life. He felt himself get hard in his jeans.

He looked at the clock. It was 3:15. He left his apartment, number 305, and went down the stairs and went outside to help the girl. At the moment, she was standing in the back of the truck, trying to drag a dresser out. Of course, all the drawers and so forth had been removed, and she proceeded to try and pull out the dresser.

"Excuse me, Miss?" he said, standing at the side of the truck.

She looked over shoulder, "Yes?"

"Do you need any help?"

She smiled broadly, set down the dresser and hopped out of the truck. "I sure could use it," she said, standing facing him. "Thank you. I'm moving into apartment 205."

He grinned, "Well, we're neighbors then. I'm in 305. The name is Russ." He said sticking his hand out.

She slipped her small hand in his, "It's nice to meet you Russ, I'm Dolly."

They soon got to work and started to haul in the big stuff first, just to get it over with. Dolly realized very quickly that they made a good team. Boxes that were a struggle for her, he easily could lift up as if it were light as a feather. And she was unable to ignore the fact that he was a good looking man. He was maybe 5'10" with a muscular frame, short brown hair and green/blue eyes. His arms looked thick and strong in his dark blue t-shirt. She guessed his age maybe late 30's to early 40's. A little bit old for her, but she could always admire him.

The very last thing to do before everything was all done was to put her bed together. She didn't know how to do it, as it was always her father who had done things like this. Russ offered to do it and he put it together quicker than she imagined. After rummaging through several boxes and bags, she finally found her pillows and sheet and blankets and made up her bed.

"You're making your bed up already?" he asked.

She laughed, "I know tonight when I go to bed, I won't have any energy except to just fall right in it."

He chuckled and as she was making it up, she wondered how many boys had been on that bed with her. He wondered what it would be like to be on that bed with her.

It was about 5 o'clock when Dolly and Russ finished their work. Dolly was grateful for his help and told him so.

"I can't imagine how long it would've taken me by myself," she said.

"I was happy to do it, no problem," he said as they stood in her bedroom. "Say," he said. "I bet you've worked up quite an appetite. I usually order in a pizza over the weekend, would you like to join me?"

She smiled widely, her bright blue eyes looking up into his. She tossed her long, wavy blonde hair behind her shoulder. "Well, sure. I'd like that."

She followed him up the stairs to his apartment and noticed he was right above her. He called in the pizza and over the next hour of either waiting for food or eating, they learned a lot about each other. Russ, she learned, was 42, had been divorced for about a year, no kids and worked at a local retail store stocking shelves.

He asked her a few questions about herself and she politely answered. She was 19 and would be starting her freshman year at college. This was her first time out on her own and she remarked at how excited and yet how scared she was to be living by herself. She had moved here from Nathaniel, which was a small town about two hours away.

Around 7 o'clock Russ excused himself and used the bathroom. He looked terrible, but that was to be expected after all that he did that afternoon. He ran his fingers through his hair some and made a special point to put on deodorant - 'boy do I stink' he thought to himself and laughed inwardly.

He walked into the living room and was about to say something when he noticed this lovely, angelic creature curled up into the recliner where she had been sitting. She was fast asleep, her hand near her face. Russ was at a loss to do. He thought about just letting her sleep at his place for as long as she wanted, but realized she'd be scared to death waking up in an apartment of a man she hardly knew.

He opened his door and very gently scooped up her lightweight body in his arms. As a reflex, maybe even thinking he was still the chair, she held onto his chest, still sleeping like a baby. He couldn't help but notice the smoothness of her thighs. He very quietly walked down to the second floor and managed to turn the doorknob of her apartment open. He went to the back of the apartment and laid her down on her bed. Looking at her for a moment, he had decided to just remove her shoes and her hair band and softly pulled the blanket over her lovely body. And just as quietly as he entered, he left her apartment.

Russ returned to his own place, not the least bit tired, but the feeling of being absolutely alive for the first time since his divorce. This was one of the best days he had had in a long time. He got to spend several hours with such a charming, attractive young lady. She was funny, a blast to be around and smart as a whip. She had just a slip of shyness which he found absolutely adorable and had blushed when he told her how great it was to have such a lovely new neighbor. But, being a man, her personality is not the only thing he thought of. Her body was so sexy. Her small pointed tits pointed out from her top and her smooth legs, that he wanted to touch so badly, lead up to her precious, heart-shaped bottom that he imagined rubbing while kissing her passionately.

Despite the deodorant, he still smelled like a corpse and took a shower. As he was waiting for it to heat up he climbed out of his sweaty, dirty clothes and examined his nakedness in the mirror. He had thick thighs and a hairy chest. He always thought younger women preferred smooth chests, but as he assumed she would never give him the time of day as a romantic object, it didn't matter. Thinking of her, his cock jutted out from his body. He was about average size, 6 or 7 inches, but he found that that was enough for most women. Stepping into the shower, he knew he needed to jack off badly, but saved the best part for last. He washed his thick head of hair and soaped up his body. He lathered up his cock and started to stroke furiously, finally getting the release he had wanted all along after admiring her sweet little body, cute little tits and an ass he wanted to fuck so badly.

He tilted his head back under the spray of the shower and began to moan and talk, imagining she was with him. "Oh Dolly, you want my cock sweetheart? You want me to fuck that wet little pussy? I'll give you my big cock and make you feel all better....Ohh, ooh Dolly...Dolly, oh yeah baby." It didn't take long for his cock to spit up it's sperm. There was stream after stream and he imagined how hot she would look with his cum shooting over her tits and sweet, bubblegum lips.

Exhausted by such exertion, he rinsed off and stepped out of the shower and dried his body, his cock deflating after such use. He scrubbed his head till his hair was practically dry and fell into bed. He was just as exhausted as Dolly, but for a different reason. This girl was something special, he knew, and he sensed great possibilities in the future, if only to be in her presence in a platonic sense.

Late the next morning, Dolly awoke. She raised her head to observe her surroundings. Her first full day in a place of her own. She thought with confusion for a moment, as the last thing she remember was being in Russ's apartment, but soon figured out what had happened and she appreciated him bringing her home.

Her body was sore from the move and she drew herself a bath, pouring in bubble bath. She shucked off her clothes from the day before and slipped into the hot water. She thought about how nice it was of Russ to help her. She wasn't going to ignore the fact that she thought him attractive. He was a regular looking guy, not a man to find in modeling ads, and yet there was something so suggestive about him, though he had been nothing but a gentleman towards her. His body and personality was alive with sexual energy, and she imagined herself, a petite girl, squirming and wiggling in his lap.

Over the next few weeks, they talked a few more times, in the hallway and down by the mailboxes. But he was very busy with work and she was enjoying her last month of freedom before she started school. She had went over to his apartment one day to give him a cake she had baked herself and a thank you card for all he done for her.

"It looks delicious," he said as he brought it into the kitchen. "Want to have a slice with me?"

"Oh no, sorry I can't," she said. "I have to start getting ready for a date."

Russ tried to hide his disappointment, but played the part of the good sport. "Well, that's great Dolly. Who he is?"

She laughed, "I'm not sure, to be honest. His name is Eric. A friend of mine has set us up for a blind date. I've never been on a blind date before. Have you?"

He nodded and smiled, "Yes, I have. It's very nerve-wracking, but you get through it. And if you're lucky, you may even turn out liking the person."

She giggled, "Well, I should head off. Take care!"

"Thanks, you too," he said, a little less enthusiastically than her.

'How disgusting', he thought to himself as he thought of her dating another guy. He was jealous, but also angry at himself. He had let an opportunity to ask her out slip away. He had wanted to ask her out for a romantic dinner several times, but her beauty just took his breath away and he always chickened out and he cursed at himself for letting her slip between his fingers. He was hopeful that the date would turn out badly. But several hours later, he found that this was not the case.

It was around 10 o'clock at night and he was lying in bed and heard Dolly and her date below him making love. He tried not to get down about it and he snickered at how loud that little thing was in bed. He couldn't make out any words, but he could hear the squeaking of her bed that was really taking a beating. His dick became hard when he heard their moans and closed his eyes, imagining he himself was fucking her.

It was 10 o'clock the next morning when he heard a knock at the door. He looked through the peephole and there stood Dolly looking cute as ever in shorts and a t-shirt. He opened the door.

He smiled, "Hi Dolly, come on in."

She giggled, "Thank you, Russ." She walked into his apartment, "I just came over to see if you had any eggs...I'm making cupcakes and I have eggs, but, well they smell really bad."

He chuckled, "Sure, I think I do. How many do you need?"

"Three," she said smiling as he took out a carton of eggs and put a few into a cereal bowl for her. She stood there for a moment, looking rather sad.

"What's wrong, Dolly?" he asked her sincerely.

She burst into tears and stuttered on her words, she was crying so hard. "I-I can't t-tell you, it is so embarrassing," she said turning away from him, ashamed.

He walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder and gently turned her around, studying her face. Her eyes and nose were wet and red with fresh tears. He felt his eyes start to tear up, seeing this darling girl so upset.

"Here," he said quietly. "Why don't we sit on the couch and you can tell me what's bothering you."

She couldn't help but stifle a giggle, "You sound like a psychiatrist."

He chuckled as they walked over to the couch. He sat in the middle of the couch and she sat beside him, resting her elbow on the arm and tucking her feet in underneath her bottom. She started to cry again, telling her how Eric had taken her virginity last night and then had left fifteen minutes later. She confided in him how cheap and used she felt, to give something like that away and for it to be disregarded the way it was.

He moved closer to her, softly putting his arm around her. She put her head on his shoulder and gently cried for a good ten minutes or so and then scooted to the edge of the couch, resting her forearms on her knees. He couldn't help but study her as she sat beside him. Her shorts hugged her bottom nicely and the back of her shirt snuck up some, revealing some of her precious skin.

"I'm so sorry what happened to you," Russ apologized.

She looked back at him and smiled, "Thanks. I'm just glad I had someone to talk to. But now that the hurt is out of my system, I feel better. At least for the time being. If I talk anymore about it, I'm afraid that would only get me more depressed."

He nodded, "I understand."

She laughed, "Hey, you want to see what I got a few days ago?"

"Sure," he said. He expected her to run downstairs to her apartment to get whatever it was she had purchased. Instead, she stood up in front of him and she seductively lifted her t-shirt up a few inches, revealing a belly button ring with a light blue dolphin gem.

She pointed to her navel and smiled, "See?"

He looked down at her bare tummy. "It looks very nice, Dolly." He couldn't tell her what he really felt, which was that it made her look even sexier than before, that it made his cock rise and harden and that he wanted nothing more than to hold the sides of her beautiful stomach while he pumped her with all the sexual energy he had pent up for her all this time.

Russ knew he had to make his move soon. He had to let her know how he felt before some great guy came along and swept her off her feet and left him feeling foolish again. Before he could decide precisely what he wanted to do, she spoke.

"Thanks." Her attention was drawn to the unopened Sunday morning paper sitting on the coffee table. "Do you mind if I go through it?" she asked.

"I was just getting to look at it myself," he said. "Want to go through it together?"

"Sure!" she said enthusiastically.

He laughed and paused for a minute. He quietly asked her, "Dolly, would you like to sit in my lap?"

She looked at him with such shock on her face, but answered him with a slight smile, "Well, sure," she said, blushing some.

He took the newspaper and opened it up to the local section. He stretched his arms wide while holding the paper and suggested she slither between his arms, that way she could sit in his lap and they could both look at the paper together. She did as he suggested and giggled as she wiggled on his lap, trying to get comfortable.

Dolly was intently reading a story about a local kidnapping, but Russ was too busy watching her. He could smell her shampoo and her perfume and studied her pretty face as her eyes darted along the lines of the article.

"Can you believe that?" she said. "The main suspect is the uncle!"

After a moment of getting no response, she looked back at him to find him looking at her. His look was lusty, like he wanted to make love right then and there. She studied his face with curiosity and couldn't help but admit to herself how attractive he was. He let the newspaper fall from his hands and encircled her shoulders with his large hands and arms. Her face so close to his, his lips hovered for a moment and he gently kissed her.

So eagerly, and to his surprise, she excitedly ran her hand up and down his arm, then along his shoulder and finally his neck. She kissed him passionately, her being the aggressor as she opened her sweet lips up for this older man. She felt excited and alive and horny and sexily rubbed her bottom against his hardness. This...This is what she had wanted all along since she had first met him. All these nonsense reasons for holding back, such as his age - all those reasons most readily escaped her and she felt herself tremble as he stroked her soft hair. Both needing air, they ended their kiss for the moment.

She panted, looking up at him seductively, "Finally."

"Finally?" he asked.

She smiled, "I've been wanting to do this since we first met."

He grinned and spoke in a low voice, cradling her back with his arms, "Really?"

She nodded and giggled, "Yes."

"Oh," he groaned, rolling his eyes back in his head with pleasure. He laughed, "You can't imagine how badly I've been wanting you, Dolly. When I first saw you the day you moved in, I hadn't seen any girl look as precious and sweet as you in my life. You just absolutely have been driving me crazy since you moved in."

Like that day they had met, he was wearing another t-shirt. She stroked his arm up and down with her fingertips and laughed softly, "Your arms are the first things I noticed about you."

He raised his eyebrows, "My arms?"

She nodded, "They're strong and so manly."

He chuckled, "Thank you." He ran his hand along her long hair, looking tenderly at her and kissed her again.

He rubbed his hands all along her back, caressing the bare skin of the small of her back that was exposed. Taking a chance, he gently snuck his hand into the back of her shorts and moaned into their kiss when he felt her lace panties. So sexy. Such a sexy young girl in his arms. She asked him sweetly if he would take off his shirt. He revealed his broad, hairy chest to her, which she took a liking to instantly as she began to fiddle with his chest hair between her petite fingers. She then lifted off her top, exposing her small tits held in a matching, lacey white strapless bra. A lock of her wavy, golden hair played in her cleavage. He couldn't help but look at her sweet little body up and down, his eyes didn't know where to settle. He couldn't calm himself.

"Oh baby," he whispered excitedly and they began to French kiss again. She ran her fingers up along his chest and he unsnapped her bra and let it fall. He held her small, firm breasts in his hands, rubbing, teasing her hard nipples.

She unzipped his jeans and slid her hand into his boxers, immediately finding his hard cock dripping with precum. He wanted so badly to take her to his bedroom, but he worried if she was ready or not, after the ordeal she had gone through the night before. But it turns out he didn't need to decide anything. She decided enough for both of them.

"Let's go to the bedroom," she whispered to him.

He nodded, "Yes, sweetheart."

She scooched off his lap and he pulled up his pants some to walk into the bedroom. She stood by the bed in front of him and seductively slid her shorts off and then her white panties. He followed her lead, pulling off his jeans and boxers.

"Lay back on the bed," she said quietly, and he did as she said. She crawled onto the bed and put a leg on either side of him, ready to straddle him.

He placed his hands on her sides, "You're doing so good, precious."

She giggled and held onto the sides of his stomach, lowering herself onto his thick, hard cock. She innocently struggled for a moment, trying to get the head into her and this excited him even more: her innocence. Her right hand was wrapped around his cock and he placed his hand on hers, helping her guide his dick into her sweet, wet, smooth little pussy.

Category: Mature Stories