Dexter
I woke up at four a.m. feeling worse than yesterday evening, but at least the few hours’ kip had got rid of my banging headache. There was a vile taste in my mouth, probably because I drank too much whiskey last night. It was still dark outside, so I tossed and turned before I decided to get up. I hadn’t been sleeping well since Joey died. A few weeks ago I tried a few different pills to get me through the night, but in the end I had problems with breathing, so I stopped taking them.
Thank fuck it was finally Saturday. But I couldn’t stay in bed and just lie there for no reason, so I went to the office in my apartment and started drafting emails to potential clients, checking properties, doing anything to keep me busy. I thought I could get through millions of tasks before lunchtime.
After two hours I noticed that my hands were shaking like fuck, so I went to the kitchen, took orange juice from the fridge and drank it all. Six o’clock was my workout time. The gym downstairs was small, but fully equipped. For as long as I could remember I’ve kept fit and looking buff. Women loved running their smooth fingers over my six-pack and I had to keep my stamina up for all that pussy I had on tap.
I made a coffee and decided to go out on the terrace to watch the sunrise.
Despite the early morning, it was relatively warm. The temperatures were going to shoot up to around thirty degrees Celsius later on. The boys from the office wanted to drive to the beach on the weekend, but I wasn’t up for it.
I slid the door wide open, welcoming the crisp, fresh air. The sun was rising slowly above the horizon, the red sky reminding me of the day I found my father in the attic. He hadn't been a very good sleeper either. By the time the medic got to our house, the morning sky burned with pigments of red, pink and gold, but Dad was already cold and free of his misery.
For a split second I thought that I was having hallucinations. Sasha was standing by the balustrade leaning over it, looking at something below. She wore a silky red nightgown which was short, exposing her perfect, firm ass.
A couple of months ago, I came back to the apartment drunk and smashed the fence that separated my side of the apartment terrace from Joey’s. We got on quite well and I think it was because he reminded me a lot of my own father, although Joey wasn’t shut down emotionally like him. Sometimes in the evenings we met on the terrace and talked for hours. Since that drunken episode I never bothered to put the fence back up, and it seemed that Joey didn’t mind.
Right then I knew it was the best decision I had ever made.
I had an amazing view of Sasha’s ass, giving me an instant hard-on. Glimpses of a pink thong were showing, similar to the one that I had stolen from her. Seeing her so exposed, unaware that I was watching, made me so bloody crazy.
I didn’t care what she was looking at. All I wanted was to part that sweet pussy and to bury myself inside her where she would take every inch of me, screaming, growling and waking up all the neighbours with her sensual, loud moans.
“Beautiful view; so inviting,” I said loudly. She flinched and turned abruptly, finally noticing me. There was no way she’d just woken up. She still had her makeup on. Maybe she worked during the night. Whatever; she could wake me up like that every day and I would love it.
Slowly her eyes took me in and a cute flush crept over her face. I knew that she couldn’t help herself glancing down at my bare chest. The image of her exposed bum cheeks danced in front of my eyes. I didn’t need to hide my erection that was popping out of my boxers.
what you see?” I asked, cocking my head to the side, smiling and winking at her. She
shudder of heat to my groin. She was so hot when she was angry. The hell, I couldn’t stop thinking
to admire your sexy backside,” I
middle?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me. True, I was standing on her side, but Joey’s paperwork
breathing altogether, and suddenly my internal sound system began to play Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On.” Her eyes had already checked me out and now that I was so close I had a chance to see her impressive cleavage. Her big juicy tits were in need of my touch. “My proposition stands. I
her green eyes. Then she leaned over and for
than go into bed
I knew she wanted me. Her erect nipples were popping out of the thin material, making my cock twitch. Her breathing changed, growing harder and laboured. She smelled delicious and I
is already wet for me.” I moved closer. The tip of my dick brushed her thigh and
trembled under my touch. Flaming desire
chance, fuckface. I’m selling the apartment today and then I’ll be out of here. You keep dreaming about my pussy—the only
fucking left me high and dry. She closed her curtains and I swore loudly. For that split second I thought that she would give in, but I was wrong. I loved that she wouldn’t back down from
instead I went back inside riddled with sexual frustration. She had no idea what I was planning, but she would know in exactly eight hours. The
Sasha
to pull myself together after our naughty encounter. We were sharing the terrace, of course; how could I miss that? I had to investigate this because the solicitor’s paperwork
gone outside to admire the view. How was I supposed to know
the earth got up at six
heart was racing away when his body moved so close to mine. It’d been so long since I had sex
I had to get some sleep. There had been some issues with the paperwork and
were so many women that only wanted to sleep with him—well, I could but he paraded them like an event at Crufts. The ache between my legs didn’t just disappear while I tried to get to sleep. His bedroom was next door to mine. I could hear
perfectly formed, slim bodies. Kirk had been great in bed, tender and gentle. I didn’t want to think about
several hours later. I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the shower. When the water traced my skin I stroked myself,
not feeling better at all, only more frustrated. I needed to get out with the girls from
styled my hair, and did some last-minute sprucing of the apartment, getting it ready for the viewing. I put some bags in the cupboards. In Joey’s old bedroom, I’d found pictures of him and Dexter on a yacht. I didn’t want to believe that they were friends,
five minutes later with the estate agent. I opened the door for them, smiling politely. They were loaded, I could tell straight away. The woman was petite with wavy black hair, wearing designer clothes. The guy had a watch that cost more than my car.
with this stylish, modern building with top-notch appliances in the kitchen. The en-suite bathrooms were classically styled yet with modern accents, and the two bedrooms were spacious. I didn’t know what to make of this couple. The man seemed quiet, not that impressed, but the woman, Sally, kept saying that she wanted to