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Archive name: Upstairs.txt (mf)
Authors name: Generic Joe (genericjoe@vnet.net)
Story Title : Upstairs
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Upstairs - by Generic Joe
I heard it the first time the day we moved my girl-
friend into her new apartment. We'd gotten the
furniture situated, the bed put together, and the
sheets unpacked. We were exhausted and even though
boxes were strewn around her apartment, we just wanted
to go to bed.
We hadn't put up any of the clocks, so I had no clue
what time it was, but it was late. And there were
squeaky noises coming from the apartment upstairs.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Dunno," came the sleepy reply. "Worry later."
I curled up beside her and went to sleep, wondering.
The next weekend, she called me, "I just need some
stuff taken into storage and I'll be done unpacking.
Can you come over?"
"I'm on my way."
When I got there, she had a few boxes in the den for
me to carry to the outside storage area. "There's a
couple more in the bedroom," she told me when I'd
finished.
When I went in to the bedroom, there it was again, the
squeaky noises.
"What's that?" I asked her again.
"Oh, that. That happens every night at 12:30, is
what."
"And on Saturday's too?"
"I guess so," she said, chuckling.
I grinned and took out the last few boxes.
That night in bed, we talked. "You have some interest-
ing upstairs neighbors," I said, running my hand up and
down her side, feeling her skin.
"I guess." She reached out and caressed my face with
her free hand.
I moved my hand down to her breast, gently cupping it.
"I mean such...stamina. You'd think they were newly-
weds."
I caressed her nipple with my thumb, and she closed her
eyes and breathed in, deeply, slowly. "I...mmm, that
feels good...I think it's just an exercise machine."
"That's no fun," I said, moving my hand around and
down, caressing the small of her back.
"Still, though, it's just too regular, every night at
the same time, and then every couple of hours today,
to boot."
"Maybe it's not newlyweds, then." I leaned forward,
and licked her aureole with my tongue. "Maybe it's
someone with....appointments."
"Mmm," she sighed. "Like what?"
I sucked her nipple into my mouth, then let it go.
"You know, a prostitute." I said, blowing on her
breast, watching her nipple crinkle. "This isn't
that high class a neighborhood." I nipped gently at
her nipple again.
"Why would anyone do that?"
I slid my hand down to her wonderful ass, and licked
her other nipple. "Money?" I asked. I gently nibbled
on her nipple again. She moaned. I pulled her closer.
"Because she *likes* it?" I added, pulling her nipple
back into my mouth. That always drives her crazy.
Right then the squeaking started again. My girlfriend
moaned, and rolled me on my back. "If she liked it,"
she said, while impaling herself on my cock, "Then
she'd just *give* it away. She wouldn't need appoint-
ments. Unless..." She sighed, and began rocking back
and forth on my cock.
"Unless?" My hands went up to her breasts, squeezing
those beautiful nipples.
"Unless..ugghh, Unless, she was a nymphomaniac." She
lost control at this point and began riding me hard.
I moved my hands down to her ass, pulling her close,
and then leaned up, nibbling on her nipples, and suck-
ing her breasts.
"Yes, yes, that's it," she said "Oh. I'm, I'm...
ngggggg." My orgasm quickly followed after hers.
She collapsed on me. "Then she'd need appointments."
"Huh?"
"To get all the men she'd need...you know."
"What?" The sex had made me a bit fuzzy.
"The nymphomaniac. Upstairs."
"Oh, right," I said. We drifted off to sleep.
Later the next week she called me on the phone.
"I was out walking the dog last night, and I met my
upstairs neighbor."
"Yes, and..." I asked intrigued.
"He's a policeman. Works out to keep in shape."
"Damn."
"Yep, I told you it was workout machines."
She's always right.
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