Living in the college apartment building adjacent to Dio Brando, the dignified and prideful law student. Your bedroom windows are uncomfortably close to one another. You can hear most all of each other’s sounds and easily see into one another’s windows when the curtains are drawn. It’s annoying, and you can never quite feel like you get privacy, but you live with it. One Friday night, you arrive home late, drunk as hell and exhausted from a night of partying. You undress without much thought to the wide open window, your head spinning from the alcohol. It doesn’t take long for you to pass out naked into bed.
The next day passes without much incident, save for your killer hangover. As you sit in your room sipping tea at a late hour, you hear a muffled moaning from across the way. You recoil in disgust, thinking that your neighbor was...entertaining company with the window wide open. You get up to close yours, until you make out a familiar sound among the impassioned groans.
It’s Dio, moaning your name, accompanied with the rhythmic squeaking of a mattress.
You feel your face turn red and you step away from the window. Unfortunately, his curtains are closed, so you’re unable to see anything. Nevertheless, the mere idea of a handsome, intelligent man like Dio pleasuring himself to the thought of you arouses you like nothing else. You retreat to the bathroom and take care of yourself, gasping his name as you climax standing in the bathtub.
In the following days, you decide to tease your neighbor. You leave your curtains drawn 24/7, and only close your window on rainy days. You strip in his clear view anytime you see him in his room while he pretends to read, but you see him bite and lick his lips over his texts. At night, you masturbate with your back up against the wall near the window, moaning his name and whispering the filth that you want him to do to you. One evening, you even feel bold enough to leave a pair of your panties on his windowsill while he’s out, experiencing a rush of exhilaration when you find them absent the next day.
It doesn’t take long for the sexual tension to reach a boiling point. You arrive home one night from your evening classes to find a handwritten note taped to your windowsill.
“Be in my bed before I get home.”
You swallow and look to your side, finding Dio’s window open and his room vacant. Without much thought, you remove your day clothes and don your cutest underwear before throwing a silk robe over yourself. You make the daring step over your windowsill and into his room, feeling like a teenager sneaking into a guy’s house. Once you’re in his immaculate space, you lay yourself upon his bed, taking the area in. After a few minutes alone, you grow bored and begin to take in the scents of his sheets and pillows. The smell of his cologne on the silk turns you on, and you begin touching yourself through your lacy panties, fantasizing about him dominating you. Mere seconds before you climax, the door bursts open and the 6′5″ blonde commands your attention. He locks eyes with you, and, with a wry smirk, closes and locks the door before sauntering over to you.
“So, we finally meet,” Dio murmurs seductively as he unfastens his belt. “I’m thrilled to make your acquaintance, at last.”
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