{ASS} This Old New Apartment {Brad Estora} (TV, mm, oral) 

©2004 by Brad Estora, revised 2007.  All Rights Reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.  Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author.

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The day I was moving into my new apartment, I met David in our only elevator into which I’d crammed two stacks of my boxes to take to my new flat.  David was returning to his apartment, which was on the same floor as mine, the third.  He’d forgot something or other.  Then we shared the elevator back down.  I spent the rest of the day moving in to my new apartment.

The following afternoon I met him again in the hallway and invited him over for a beer.  I really wanted to get to know someone in the building unlike where I’d moved from and had never met anybody beyond the hello and head nodding stage.

So, David came over after he finished work; and we sat and talked about this and that.  Our conversation was pretty inane; I picked his brain about the apartment building, but he didn’t seem to know a lot about it or the other tenants.  I did find out he was an assistant director at the local art museum, had a girl friend he lived with in the building and had lived in Hawaii for several years.   He found out I was the store manager of a specialty casual clothing store, didn’t have a current girl friend or partner and had lived in town for the past six years.

“I really have to go.  Linda’ll have dinner ready.  When we eat in, she cooks; and I wash up afterwards.  She’s a much better cook than I am.  Thanks for the beers, Bob.”

“Great having you, Dave.  I’m working late the rest of this week, but next week sometime or this weekend, let’s get together,” I said while I walked him to the door.  Except for its tiny kitchenette, my studio apartment was fairly spacious.  Actually, it was bigger than my last one, which was a one bedroom.

“Good idea.  I’ll talk to Linda.”

When we got to the door, I pointed to a large square in the door and asked David, “Do you know what these are for?”

“Sure, they’re old fashioned openings you can open to see who’s at the door.  Watch,” he said when he pointed at the tiny latch, lifted it and opened a small door about six inches square.  I could see the scrolled grill on the other side of the door, which I thought was for decoration, and also could see into the hallway not that there was much to see.

“It’s really neat, but rather pointless.  If it’s someone I don’t want to see, I can’t imagine myself opening this little door and telling them I’m not home,” I said.

“I don’t see the point either,” David said while I opened the door to let him out.

“I’ll talk to you in the next day or so,” he said.

“Okay, thanks, and thanks for coming over,” I said while I closed the door.

I’d brought Chinese home with me, so I nuked it in the microwave for a couple of minutes and dinner was ready.  I was really tired.  The two beers I’d had with David relaxed me enough to discover how tired I was.  My place was at the liveable stage, but not the fully moved in stage.  I still had a fair number of boxes yet to unpack.  At least, they were in the right room or area.  While I was eating I decided:  clean up in here, dump everything down the garbage chute, quick shower, and bed.  I forgot to dump my garbage until after I had a shower and was ready for bed.  The garbage chute was near my apartment, so I put my robe on and just did a quick trip to it leaving my door unlocked.  Fortunately I didn’t see anybody.  As soon as I returned to my apartment, I crawled into bed. The last thing I remember was pulling the covers over me.

The knocking on my door woke me up, and I looked at my clock.  It was seven in the morning, about half an hour before it was due to go off.  I got out of bed and put my robe on.  Walking to the door I passed through my little kitchen and flipped my coffee maker on, then I remembered the little doorway in the door.  Maybe it made sense after all, I thought.  When I got to the door, I called out, “Who is it?”

I heard David’s voice say, “It’s me, David.”

I opened the hatch and saw David’s face on the other side of the grill.

“I forgot to tell you I leave early in the morning, and I was going to invite you for coffee.  Linda leaves even earlier than me.  I can see you’re not ready.  Very pretty, by the way.”

“Huh?  Sorry.”

“Your nightgown.  It’s very pretty.  What I can see of it, anyway.  Your robe’s open at the neck.”

“I looked down and noticed the top of my robe was open enough for anybody to see the top of my nightgown.  Plus I was wearing a woman’s chenille robe. 

“I was on the way out to the garbage chute, when I saw you going back to your apartment last night.  So, this morning’s not the first time I’ve seen you in your robe,” he said.

“Oh,” I said, and the smell of coffee from my kitchenette reached me.  My automatic coffee maker was one of my luxuries.  I put grounds and water in it the night before, and it took care of the rest at whatever time I’d set it to.

“Smells good,” David said through the hatch.

‘Well, he’d already seen I was wearing a nightgown and woman’s chenille robe, and he doesn’t seem to be freaked about it,’ I thought.

“Would you like to come in for a cup?” I asked through the hatch.

“Yes, I would.  Thanks,” he replied and I opened the door.

David walked in dressed in a suit looking exactly like one of the stockbrokers or bankers from the financial district we had for customers at the store.  He closed the hatch and door while I walked into my tiny kitchenette.

“Make yourself comfortable,” I said pointing to my dining table with its two chairs.  They were in my separate dining area off the kitchenette.

I put two cups and saucers and two napkins on a tray asking David, “Do you take cream or sugar?”

“Neither.  I drink it black.  You?”

“I take cream,” I said getting the small pitcher I used for cream from the refrigerator, filling it and putting it on the tray.

I carried the tray the three steps to my dinette table, placed the cups of coffee, pitcher of cream and napkins on it and put the tray on top of one of my unopened boxes.

“Just like Linda,” he said.

“Sorry.  What’s just like Linda?” I asked.

“You served the coffee just like Linda.  In cups and saucers, on a tray and with napkins,” he said.

“I never thought about it.  I’ve always done it this way,” I said.

“We had a tiff last night.  She’s very possessive sometimes, and she didn’t like it that I stopped and had a couple of drinks without her.  I couldn’t get a word in edgewise, and she assumed I went to a bar or club or something.  So, she doesn’t know I was here yesterday evening,” he said.

I noticed the lower part of my robe had opened after I sat down and he could see the lower half of my nightgown.  I wore long nightgowns mostly.  I pulled my robe together so it covered my gown.

“You don’t have to cover it up.  Your gown is very pretty.  You know I trained as an artist and have an MFA, but I needed to make a living so I work in museums,” he said and sipped on his coffee.

“My legs are chilly,” I said.

“Can I see it?  All of it,” he said.

“No.  Don’t be silly,” I replied.

“Bob, or I’ll call you Bobbi when you’re dressed.  We have at least two transvestites or cross dressers working at the museum.  I’m never sure which is correct.  They’re very open about it, too.  From what I saw of your nightgown, it was very pretty.  May I see the rest of it?  Please,” he said.

“Oh, I suppose so,” I said, standing up and taking my robe off.  I twirled around ending up facing him.  David had stood up while I twirled around.

“It’s very pretty, Bobbi; and you’re very pretty in it.  Has anyone ever told you you’re pretty?  You are, you know,” he said placing a hand on my shoulder.  I didn’t resist, but I didn’t know what to do when he put his other hand on my waist and pulled me towards him.

We stood looking each other in the eye when he moved his face towards mine and I felt his lips touch mine.  Slowly, he began kissing me with little butterfly kisses in my lips.  I didn’t try to stop him since they felt so good.  I was wrapped in his arms by then and he started kissing me in earnest.  I could feel his lips on mine and then his tongue pressing between my lips.  I hesitated for a second before I opened my mouth allowing David’s tongue to enter and explore.  I felt myself becoming more passionate and my penis got harder as we continued kissing.

I put my arms around him, and I could feel his hardness pressing against me while we kissed.

I felt David’s hand leave my waist and his lower body moved away slightly while his tongue explored deeper into my mouth.  I heard the zipper of his trousers, and then his hand reached my arm and pulled it from his back.  I knew what he wanted me to do, so I allowed him to take my hand and place it on his penis.  I wrapped my hand around it holding it while we continued to kiss.

We finally broke off kissing with both of us gasping.  I was still holding David’s hard penis in my hand.  I looked down and could see it looking up at me with its one eye.

“Mmmmmm,” I said.

In the next second I was on my knees facing David’s penis while he was gently stroking my nightgown straps with his fingers.  I looked at his penis for a moment, before I kissed its end gently and then surrounded it with my lips.  I moved my head forward and took more of him in my mouth, Then I started licking his glans slowly and could feel his penis twitch each time I licked it.  Moving my head away I moved my tongue to lick his penis’ eye before taking him fully in my mouth pressing my tongue against the underside of his penis while I moved my mouth down his penis.  He exploded showering the back of my mouth and throat with his cum.  I swallowed each explosion until they lessened and finally stopped.  David’s penis began softening and I kept it in my mouth using my tongue and lips to milk his cum from him while he softened.

“That was great, Bobbi.  That was really wonderful,” I heard him say while I tucked his penis into his underpants and zipped up his trousers.

“You’re very welcome,” I said running my tongue around my lips when I first stood up then sat down in my chair.  I lifted my coffee cup and sipped it gently, while I looked him in his eyes and smiled.

“Uh, Bobbi, I have to go now.  I go to work early.  Err, thanks for the coffee.  Maybe we could do it again sometime,” David said while he almost scrambled to leave.

“I sincerely hope so,” I said as I got up licking my lips while I walked him to the door and opened it for him.

“Err, thanks again for the coffee.”

“You’re most welcome, David.  Come again?” I said and asked smiling as I closed the door.  I ran my tongue around inside my mouth and could still taste him thinking, ‘Well, at least I got to know someone in this building.’