My Neighbor - Futa/Male

It sounds cliché but I really didn’t think much was going to happen in my life. I barely had time to go out after work and the weekends was spent joining my badminton team and my mountain bike group….well, a little of the weekends was spent on that - the rest of the weekends was spent on binge watching Netflix or gaming. I was spent after such, mentally, after a whole week on the new job, trying to fit in, learn and be the best I could be.

So I had one of my normal weekends, just returned from badminton and still in my sweatpants and shirt with the rest of my clothes in a big smelly pile near the washing machine. I still had one clean outfit left. But I knew that I was a lazy bum and properly won’t get the laundry done before late tomorrow.

Just as I was about to take out one of the big bosses in my game, I heard a knocking from my door. It was a no pause game, so I just ignored it. I had no packages on route, didn’t expect any visitors and just told myself that it was properly someone who wanted to sell or preach me something.

So I continued with the game and a few seconds later I heard the knocking continue down the hall on some of the other people living here. I rarely saw them on the weekends, so I almost pitied the sucker who had ventured all the way out here for nothing.

Just as I was about to finish off the boss, I heard heavy rattling out in the hall, as someone was yanking on the door next to mine. This was a bit more troublesome. I thought to myself that it might be a thief who was scooping out the area and with no-one to open the doors, he thought it was free game.

As I heard the rattling again and someone speaking, I gave up on trying to finish and stomped my way through the small apartment and yanked the door open - hoping to scare the guys away. I’m not the biggest guy in the world but I do train and to my defense, rarely think a thought through. What if he had a weapon. What if there was more than one?

Fortunately, the sight outside was much less fearsome than I could have imagined. My next door neighbor stood outside her door, only wrapped in a white towel, covering her torso and just ending above her knees with one hand on the door handle and another holding up the towel. She was crying and wasn’t even putting in an effort in getting the door open. Just pushing and pulling in frustration.

“Er..you got locked out?” I asked stupidly but also to announce my presence.

“Oh my god!” She cried in surprise and almost jumped out of the towel but kept everything decent. Unfortunately enough.

I had eyed her a few times since she moved in a few days ago. She was very reserved, shy and almost always wearing a hoodie and too large pants.

But there was this one glorious time, when I stood on my balcony. And there, she casual and suddenly come out on hers apartment in only a t-shirt and shorts to hang a towel out to dry. And wow, that was an amazing sight. She was not a tall girl. About 5’4 I would guess. But the body on that girl was outrageous. She was definitely not wearing a bra, as I could easily see fat nipples poking out from massive tits displayed on a small frame that curved out again with a wonderful bubbly butt tucked tight into her small sport shorts. Her face was just something you would imagine when thinking of the farmers pretty freckled daughter. Hay-colored hair, brown-red freckles and bright blue eyes.

She nonchalantly said hi and hang out some of her clothes and I said hi back, dumbfounded to see such a sight that was usually covered behind layers of clothes. She was gorgeous. From face to body to smile.

I only saw her two times after that, but I would at least get a hi know compared to being ghosted before.

And now she was standing here in the hall, with nothing on but a towel and I was struggling not t

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