1. Good walls make good neighbors, Part 1


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Voyeur, Author: SirSpewalot, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    next morning I went to run my monthly bill-paying errands and had a decent lunch on the way back to my apartment. At one I knocked on her door, and she smiled as she opened it. “Please come in, sir,” she curtseyed, and for the first time I entered her apartment. It was of course the mirror image of mine and bare except for boxes, a couple of chairs at the bar of her kitchen, and a couch. “I have a trailer out back. Let’s get started.” We soon had the bottom floor cleared out. “Now everything else is packed except the bed,” she said with a wicked grin. “You’ll have the honor of helping me break it down.” We went upstairs and I helped her carry out her boxes of books and clothes and her small table, chair, and lamps. Finally we had everything but her bed, which we had left room for on the side and at the top of the trailer. As we broke her bed down, she smiled at me wickedly and said, “End of an era.” I nodded sadly and rapped on the wall three times with my knuckles, which made her laugh brilliantly. She rapped three times after me and smiled. “Now, no crying over spilt cream,” and we both laughed out loud and finished breaking down the frame of her bed. The frame took two trips and the mattress and springs another two trips, and the she was packed and her apartment emptied. We got in the cab and she drove a couple of miles to another apartment complex; a young woman came out and waved and helped us unload the trailer. We finished about 4:30 and I rode with her to the ...
    rental store. She checked the trailer in and said, “Okay, good thing it’s winter, you’re still nice and presentable in polite company,” and we walked to a restaurant nearby that she swore had the best steaks in town. We chose a table in the back around a corner, and she chose the chair next to mine. As we looked at the menu, we made small talk; after we ordered she leaned in and said, “So how’s your lady friend?” “Lady friend?” I asked coyly. She smiled, “Yes, the loud one who comes like an earthquake.” I choked on my water and said, “She’s gone back to her husband.” She raised her eyebrow and said, “Oh my. And did you know that? When you started?” I shook my head sadly, “No, that was a nice surprise.” She nodded and I asked, “And how’s your girlfriend?” “Which girlfriend?” she asked coyly. “The one who combines the best features of a vibrator and a vacuum cleaner.” She fell into a fit of coughing and looked at me with wide eyes over her hand and then laughed long and loudly. “Oh, she found herself a more passive girl.” “She doesn’t seem the type.” “Oh, she has a type, and I’m not it.” “Too mannish?” She laughed and said, “Let’s just say I don’t share her political views.” “In what way?” She looked around and leaned in to say, “I don’t consider going down on her during her period a revolutionary act. Revolting, yes, not revolutionary.” I grimaced a little and said, “Well, you know, it’s not that bad...” “It is if she tricks you into it and doesn’t let you go.” “Oh.” Our salads ...
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