Waking from what turned out to be a good bit of sleep, he checked his phone at 1:03 p.m. He had three messages, one from Jessica and two from Emily.
He started with Jessica first (10:04 a.m.). "Hi there, you were amazing last night. I am exhausted at work today, but that was so worth it. How are you?"
He sent. "Hi back, sorry my response is so late. I didn't have to work today, so I came home for a nap because you wore me out in the best of ways."
And another, "I think you were the amazing one. I enjoyed all your luscious curves. Hopefully, we can get together again."
Three dots told him she was messaging him right back, so he waited in their thread."You say all the right things; I sure hope you mean them. Glad you caught a nap; I know I could use one right now. I would enjoy hanging out with you again; you are very funny, maybe a nap together?"
Kyle typed, "I know it's cliché to be too quick about this, but I don't really care about dating rules. I don't work tomorrow night if you want to hang out?" He hesitated before sending it, this would tell where they were, but eventually, his thumb stopped hovering and stamped send. Consequences be damned, he needed to take more chances in life.
Her response was quick, "Yes, of course, your place, mine, or go out?"
"How about meeting at my place? I may have some chores that push me a bit late, so that way you can come when ready. Say about 6 p.m.?" He also added his address and switched to Emily Evans' thread.
10:05 a.m. "Glad you are okay, had me worried, probably just the mom in me coming out. Sorry, I know that was way too many messages and that you have a life away from me and these apartments," she explained.
12:11 p.m. "Curious if you have a few minutes today to help me with my shower faucet? I will be out from 2:00-4:00 p.m., so you are welcome to come in then. Please let me know if you can, and an approximate time you will be in, and if you can, text when you enter and leave. I hope you can; it has been driving me nuts at night. Thank you, Emily."
He considered her message for a moment, not the fixing part because clearly, he had time today, but the signature, "Emily". He had kind of taken a kinky liking to calling her Ms. Evans, yet this seemed an invitation to swap to the less formal Emily as they became better “friends.”
So, he sent in return, "Emily, I do have some time. I just woke from a nap, so it will take a few minutes to get myself together. I can be in at say, 3 p.m., is that good?"
As he made some food, realizing he was famished from his night of activity, he got a response from Emily, "Sounds good, just please let me know when you are on your way in and out. Talk to you later."
Time flies when you are busy, and it was 3:03 p.m. before he even knew it, so he sent, "Collecting my tools, be going in about 3:15 p.m. Sorry I am a bit late."
Her response was quick. Clearly, she had been waiting for it, "Okay thanks, let yourself in, and will I be back before you are done?"
"I should be quick; usually, just a washer needs to be changed, takes only a few minutes." Maybe he could stretch it out; it would be okay to run into her.
"Okay, thanks." Her response was fast and dismissive again.
3:14 p.m., "Going in."
As he unlocked the door and stepped in, he was again struck by how punctilious her place was, everything in its place. Almost the opposite of Jessica, who made her apartment seem like a home with a few knick-knacks and things almost placed whimsically. Two opposite women in his life currently, both with things he was attracted to. With Ms. Evans, Emily, her direct manner, her confidence, attracted him. With Jessica, it was clearly her shy nature, although she had been quite bold last night, making things extremely easy for him. Emily was thin and angular; Jessica was again the opposite, all soft deliciousness. Emily, older and experienced, Jessica much younger than him yet with depth and understanding beyond her years. Honestly, he did not have a preference at this moment; he found both amazing.
The shower leak was exactly what he thought it would be. After shutting off the hot water, he removed the handle in the shower and changed out the washer. Once reinstalled, he turned the water on and checked his work; the leak was gone. Maybe he should have a beer to celebrate.
Gathering his tools to leave, he noted the master bedroom door was open a fraction, and his curiosity got the better of him. Nosing up to it, he peered through the crack. He pulled back rapidly.
She was home? What the…
He looked again; there was Ms. Evans on her bed, a baby doll teddy of black silk, pulled up past her hips, and she had a dildo buried in her slit and a vibrator buzzing away on her clit.
She had told him she was out and wanted to know exactly when he was coming in, so this was no accident. He was supposed to see it. So, he obliged her and watched through the crack in the door. His angle was slightly wrong, so hoping for a silent hinge, he pushed it open another couple of centimeters. There was a slight noise, but she didn't seem to hear it over the buzz of the vibrator and her salacious thoughts.
At that exact moment, she took one of her breasts out and began pinching it, and then switched back to pushing the dildo. He heard, "Yes, Kyle, like that, be a good boy and fuck me like that."
Of course, his heart rate went up, his dick continued to grow and roll in his boxers. And as he watched, he just couldn't help himself. Setting down his tool belt quietly, he began rubbing at the front of his pants. With her breathing getting heavier and her squirms showing she was close, he decided he could be quick.
Unbuttoning his pants, he reached in and pulled his hard-on through his boxers and licking his hand for lube, and he began stroking while watching the exhibition Ms. Evans was putting on for him.
With a last pinch on her nipple, she moved the dildo and vibrator in unison and came hard while telling him to fuck her. The mind is a great place, and he, no doubt, was outstanding in hers with that show.
Licking his palm once more for more lube, he set about finishing hoping she would take the two minutes he needed to finish to come down from her bliss. Looking at her splayed out on the bed one last time, he closed his eyes and thought about being buried in her. That was it, he felt the tingle, and he was going to go soon.
His bliss was interrupted though, a hand on his. Snapping open his eyes, he saw Ms.Evans on her knees before him, her hand pulling his off, that telling naughty look in her eyes.
"I can see you enjoyed my show. Let me help you finish." Not waiting for his assent, she engulfed him in her mouth and began to bob on him, attempting to suck him dry.
This was all too much for him, and he felt himself spurt in her mouth almost immediately. But she didn't stop; she stayed on him, sucking and swallowing each drop until he was spent.
Pulling her mouth off his cock, she stood and said, "See, wasn't that better than a wank? You taste wonderful, by the way." And stepping back into her room, she began to close the door and said, "Let me know when you have shown yourself out."
Ms. Evans was one odd woman; she was keeping him guessing. Did she want him? Was it all just a game to her? He wanted her; she had seduced him thoroughly, but at what cost? He didn't want to end things with Jessica, and he didn't want the play to stop with Ms. Evans. He knew what the masses of horny people would say, "Keep playing with both, you lucky man!"
So once back in his place, he texted, "I am out, sorry I spied on you, I couldn't help myself, you are very fun to watch."
She sent back, "Thank you for fixing the shower, I know."
And that was it, no follow-up, just that brevity and confidence all over again.
He did have a message from Jessica, though, "See you at six, sounds great, shall I bring anything?"
Being cheeky, he responded, "How about some tea?” followed by a laughing face and wink emojis. Then, “No, honestly, how about bringing a bottle of your favorite wine and your beautiful self?"
Laughing face, laughing face emoji, “Sounds great."
He had some shopping to do before Jessica came over, so after stowing his tools, he headed out. He still didn't know what to do with two very different women in his life and knew eventually choices had to be made, but until that time, he was going to enjoy all the action.
Stopping at one store, he picked up meat, cheeses, and crackers, along with Gin, tonic, and copious amounts of limes, in case that was what Jessica preferred over the wine he had her bringing. He also went to the cleaning aisle and grabbed a new feather duster.
Making one more stop, he ducked into the fabric store for a few more items he needed to “fix” up the place for tonight's date.
He got home at 5:50 p.m. and hurried himself cleaning up the bathroom, especially the loo. He didn't need any help making bad impressions; he was sure he would accomplish plenty with just his personality. Fresh sheets on the bed, just in case, and then he dropped one of his recently purchased items in there next to the nightstand.
He had just finished arranging the meat and cheeses on a platter when the bell chimed, and he hurried to the door. As he checked through the peep, his heart leapt and then rapidly sank. Ms. Evans stood there waiting for him to answer.
Unlatching the chain, he opened the door just a bit. "Hello, Ms. Evans. I Wasnt expecting you. How are you? Everything okay", he asked innocently.
"Yes,"' she responded, "May I step in for a moment? I didn't want to text but needed to talk to you."
Stepping back, he opened the door wider, and in Ms. Evans stepped. He could see she was likely going to paint some more as she was wearing those overalls again. Same no-shirt look underneath, he noted. It was hard to enjoy though, as he feared Jessica'sarrival at any moment.
"What can I do for you, Ms. Evans? Painting some more this evening?" he asked, trying to get the conversation over quickly.
"Yes, but that's not the reason I am stepping in. I wanted to ask you personally if you would come for dinner next Wednesday? The paint should be dry by then, and I can show you around the place," she explained.
"Okay, that sounds good; I don't work that night, so I shall plan on it." As he said this, he began directing her toward the door.
However, he wasn't fast enough as Ms. Evans stopped short and looked around at the signs; he was obviously entertaining that night. As she was taking that in, a smirk forming on her lovely face, the bell rang again.
With crimson climbing his cheeks, he opened the door to find Jessica. What a beautiful woman. If possible, she looked even better tonight, wearing a white blouse with that plunging neckline she loved. Her skin was absolutely glowing.
He invited her in, "Come in please, Jessica. This is the tenant in 3B. She is about to paint tonight and was letting me know the details."
Ms. Evans held out her hand and said, "Hello, Jessica, my name is Emily."
He may have imagined it, but her voice sounded quite husky and a little sultry, almost like she wanted to seduce her.
"Well, hello, Emily," Jessica said, "Looks like you are all ready to paint." As she spoke, her eyes took in all of Ms. Evans, including the side of her breast, and seemed to almost stop there to try and see more.
"Thank you, Kyle, for your help. I better get out of here so you can enjoy your night. Have fun, the both of you. My music will be up, but if it's too high, let me know." And with that, Ms. Evans went out the door and softly closed it behind her.
"She seems a good neighbor and a nice woman," Jessica said to break the tension, "And those overalls didn't quite cover everything," saying the last part, her hand came up to her mouth, throwing in a little giggle.
"She is very nice, and since we share a wall, it helps to keep the noise level good for both of us. But come in, be comfortable, I see you brought wine, shall I open it, or would you rather I make you a Gin and Tonic, extra lime?" His attempt was to shift focus back into this house and to them.
"You know, here is the wine. But that Gin and Tonic sounds great. You remembered my drink order, but I suppose you are a bartender, so that's your job," again she spoke with a slight giggle as if embarrassed.