After Sam, Samantha, moved into her home on the top floor of an apartment block, she became fascinated with her neighbours. They had the far end unit, and she lived next door to them. The alternating units were all mirror images of one another, and Sam therefore shared an adjoining bedroom wall with Tex and Gail, her neighbours. They had a very active, if somewhat noisy sex life. Mostly, she would hear them fucking after two a.m., as I will shortly explain.
Gail worked at a nightclub from six p.m. till two a.m., and after being collected by Tex after her shift, their bedroom antics would begin. Sam labelled it, ‘the gasp and grunt show.’ The format of the performance was; arguing, followed by slapping (hopefully Gail’s butt), then gasps and groans. On weekends, this cacophony also took place during the day.
Tex was a repairman, and on his pickup the initials ‘AHR’ appeared, an acronym for ‘All Home Repairs.’ Tex and Gail were a rough looking couple. Gail was large in comparison to the petite Sam, and had a big butt and huge tits. Gail was unattractive, had short black hair with a purple streak, and her overdone makeup gave her a sluttish appearance. Tex was a big guy with long brown hair, which he wore in a ponytail. He had a great many tattoos, and generally wore well used jeans and scruffy T-shirts. Tex was actually quite good-looking, and had expressive eyes and a beautiful nose. His goatee, unfortunately, always looked like it was in need of a good clipping. Tex’s left front tooth was badly chipped, and it almost appeared, that he had a gap between his top front teeth.
Tex’s hands were very large and rough. The fourth and fifth fingers on his left hand were virtually entirely missing, and the rest of his fingers left one in no doubt that he was, a blue-collar worker. Tex permeated a manly hum, highlighted by damp yellowing stains under his armpits. Having said all that, he had something rather sexy about him. Not that Sam would ever be interested in him. The thought alone, of being beaten up by Gail due an indiscretion, put pay to any desires that Sam could’ve had.
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Sam was having an issue with her kitchen faucet. The hassle also appeared to be worsening by the week. She was very reticent to call on Tex to fix the problem, but finally decided to do so one weekday evening, figuring that she would at least save on a callout fee. After Tex had dropped Gail off at work that evening, Sam knocked on Tex’s door at six-thirty. Tex was wearing a skanky T-shirt, shorts, and was barefooted. As she spoke to him, she couldn’t help looking down at his broad masculine feet.
Sam explained her situation, and soon Tex followed her to her apartment for a closer inspection. She made a joke about hopefully saving on a callout fee as they did so, to which he smiled. After a quick glance at her dilemma, Tex said he would be back in a couple of minutes. Fortunately Sam had a few beers in the refrigerator, and offered him one upon his return, which Tex gladly accepted. As Tex went about his work, Sam hovered nearby. Engaging Tex properly for the first time, Sam realised that he was actually even sexier than she had formerly thought.
Tex obviously knew what he was doing, and the work progressed very rapidly. “Yer look a little tense,” he said.
“Really,” she replied bewildered.
“Yeah, I’ve never seen yer with a boyfriend,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Pardon me being crude,” he continued, “but yer looks like yer need a good service. Yer can always tell a woman that’s being well serviced from one who ain’t, cause they’re far less uptight.” Tex reported with a horny look in his eyes. With a salacious grin he concluded, “thing is, women need to have their pussies well-oiled to keep them happy.”
“Oh?” was all Sam could manage.
“I regularly offer a ‘double service’ to my, mostly female customers. They love it, and, well… pussy is pussy, so how can I refuse,” he stated with bravado.
“What about Gail?” she replied.
After a laugh Tex said, “She’s fucking her boss.
