"I'm just moving in," she said. "Apartment B."
"That's just next door to me," Mike smiled. "My name's Mike."
"I'm Brandi." She looked down at the box. "Well, the least you can do is help me carry it up, after knocking me on my fanny."
"Of course," Mike said eagerly.
He hefted the box and followed her up the stairs. And what a fanny, he thought, watching the swelling curve of her ass through her tight jeans as she mounted the stairs ahead of him. Her pants were so tight that he could see the inviting split between her asscheeks.
Inside her half-empty apartment she showed him where to put the box. The place was strewn with other boxes, but no furniture. Mike indicated the lack of furniture with his hand.
"Are you going to sleep on boxes?" he joked.
"Don't be silly," Brandi grinned. "The movers just don't come with the furniture until tomorrow. Anyway," she smirked, "what business is it of yours where I sleep?"
"None," Mike grinned, liking the way the conversation was going.
He had already forgotten about Joyce locking him out while she balled some other guy, then having the gal to tell him to drop by later. He wondered just how far, and how fast, he could go with Brandi. But before he could decide, he found himself saying it anyway.
"I just thought I'd offer you a place to sleep, if you happen to need one," he said.
Immediately her deep blue eyes grew dark and smoky.
"You're awfully bold, aren't you?" she murmured.
"Only when it's worth it."
"How do you know it's worth it?"
"I've got eyes."
He looked at her bulging young tits again, and the ripe swells of her big nipples under her shirt. Then his eyes trailed on down the voluptuous curves of her supple body.
"You sure do!" she said, glowering at him with a mixture of hostility and excitement.
Then she smiled coyly and did a seductive pirouette in front of him.
"And do you like what you see?" she said in a kittenish whisper.
"What I can see, I like," Mike said. "But you want to see the rest?" He nodded.
Brandi's eyes flickered with amusement. Her fingers toyed with the ends of the knotted shirt under her tits.
"How much do you want to see the rest?"
"Very much."
"You promise just to look and not to touch?"
"No."
She smiled and slowly tugged the knot until it was almost loose. Mike felt his cock thundering in his pants. He saw her eyes sweep down to the thick throbbing lump.
"Don't you think you should close the door?" she said. "After all, I'm new here. We wouldn't want the neighbors to get the wrong idea."
"No," Mike said. "Wouldn't want that to happen."
With difficulty caused by his bent and pulsing cock, he walked to the door and closed it. Then he walked across the room to Brandi. Her fingers were still on both ends of the knot. But she dropped her hands to her sides.
"Wouldn't you like to do it?"
"Yes, I would."
He took the two ends of the knot in his fingers and pulled it completely loose.
"DO you think we're going to enjoy being neighbors?" she breathed against his cheek.
"Definitely."
"Aren't you going to kiss me first?"
His lips curved into hers, and her tongue wriggled between his teeth. Mike opened her shirt and filled his hands with her warm springy tits. He kissed her neck and her shoulders. She began to whimper softly and pant.
"Ohhh, what a nice welcoming party!" she sighed.
He dropped his mouth to her firm upswept tits, licking the flaring reddish buds of her large swollen nipples. They hardened to erection under his tongue, and he sucked one sharply into his mouth.
Brandi's whole, body shook with a quick tremor of pleasure.
"Ahhnnn!" she gulped. "You like them?"
"Ummm!" he replied, too busy assaulting her luscious tits with his mouth to speak.
Brandi shivered and dug her fingers into his scalp, pulling his face into her resilient tits.
"Let's get down on the floor so you cart suck me!" she panted. "I just love to be sucked!"
Mike sank to the floor with her. He started unzipping his pants, but she stopped him.
"No. If we undress any further you'll want to fuck me right away. And I'll want you to. But I want you to suck me first."
"It's okay with me," Mike grinned.
She lay on her back and let him straddle her and scoop her full tits up in his hands. From the expression on her face he thought she was going to faint with pleasure as he again bent his lips to her wet stiff nipples.
He sucked her for a long time. Her nipples were the biggest and most sensitive he had ever had in his mouth. Each minute of having them sucked seemed to raise her lust by leaps and bounds.
"Oh yessss, oh God yessss!" she gasped, writhing and panting. "God, I love it! Suck me hard, harder."
Her body strained and shuddered, her head tossing, her hips squirming.
"Can you come this way?" Mike asked.
"No," she panted. "God, it feels like I can, but I can't."
"I want to fuck you!"
"Oh baby, I want it too!" she gasped.
She quickly squirmed out of her tight pants while he shed his clothes. She sat up and skimmed off his shorts, taking his long twitching prick into her mouth instantly.
"Umm," she murmured. "You like to get sucked too, don't you?"
He said yes, holding her head and fucking into her mouth rhythmically.
"Oh, honey!" she panted as she sucked him. "You've got such a big stiff long one."
Mike shut his eyes for a moment and allowed himself to remember Rona. She might have been the best at this he had ever felt, but right now it was hard to ignore Brandi. She gobbled his throbbing cock crazily, slurping and sucking him until he thought he might pop right in her mouth if he didn't stop her.
"Hold on, baby!" he panted. "I thought you wanted to fuck."
"I do!" she gasped. She licked his stiff cock up and down. "But you've got such a pretty one. I want to drink your cum. All of it!"
"You'll have a chance for that," he said, pushing her pliant body down on the floor. "But first I want to plug up that, sugar doughnut of yours."
She clenched her teeth and hissed with frenzied pleasure as he slid his cock into her buttery cunt. He bent forward and crushed her yielding body into his, fucking her wildly. For a brief moment all his anger against Joyce seemed to resurface. He fucked Brandi savagely.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" she grunted as his prick slammed into her juicy furrow. "G… baby!" she gasped. "Take your time! You don't have to kill me. Fuck me gentle. Please."
From the way she undulated her warm body against him and coiled her arms and legs around him, he had to give in. They began moving together fluidly. Brandi French-kissed him and blew in his ear while they fucked.
"There now," she whispered. "Isn't that better? Umm! I don't want you to come before I do."
"I just lost control for a second," he said. "You're very desirable."
"Ummmm, you mad rapists all say that," she murmured.
They fucked in a slow smoldering way for a long time. Mike thoroughly enjoyed it. But he noticed after a while that Brandi didn't seem any closer to coming than she had at the start. She seemed to sense what he was feeling.
"I can only come one way," she whispered.
"And this isn't it?"
She shook her head. "I have to be on top. Do you mind?"
Mike didn't mind. He knew he would fuck her standing up in a hammock, if that was the way she could come. He rolled over onto his back, bringing her on top of him, and began ramming her dripping pussy vigorously again.
Instantly Brandi began to wriggle and pant with uncontrollable lust.
"Oh God, that's it! Yes!" she whispered, grinding her cunt don into his rearing prick. "Umm! Now suck my nipple again! And fuck my ass with your finger at the same time! Please!"