Slum Lord Diaries Ch. 02 by GuyInTheFrontRow..,

I opened my eyes and watched my cum run down the shower door. I still felt dirty from eaves dropping, but was breathing hard with excitement. I rinsed my mess and showered, getting the dust out of my blond hair while also trying to get rid of the day’s stench. I stepped out onto the new tiles of the bathroom floor and dried off. I measured the image of my regretting in the mirror.

I was 6’1″ and a stout 220 pounds. I was in good shape. I ran everyday, but had never really built a runner’s body. Instead I looked a bit more like a linebacker. I had broad shoulders and a set of pecks that would fill out an A-cup bra to overfilling. My German/Mohawk heritage meant that I only had a trace of a happy trail and light pubic hair. I’d always considered myself lucky that I had a hairless chest.

My biceps and forearms were well defined and getting more so with each day that I worked on this place. My abs weren’t 0% body fat defined, but when I flexed they showed through nicely. What had airways gotten me in the door with the ladies though was my face. I combed down the tufts of blonde that were sticking up and looked over my blue eyes with their abnormally dark and long lashes, my slightly overfilled lips that Jessica from college had said they were accidently out on me instead of her but she loved to kiss, and my strong squared jawline.

Almost all of the girls that I’d hooked up with or were just friends with said that a 5 o’clock shadow would have been the death of woman-kind, but I didn’t grow facial hair quickly and when I did it was just weird. My mustache was dark, my cheeks grew blonde to the point that it was almost transparent, and my goatee was a mix of darker edges and red of all colors in the center. As a result I was always clean shaven.

Then I glanced down to the other part that while not always clean shaven was at least always cleanly trimmed. My cock was falling limp at only about 3 inches right now soft. My heavy balls were sitting lower than that by a decent bit. Just a few minutes ago while hard I was a solid 7 inches, but the best part was the girth. I’m close to a red bull can’s diameter. The great part is most women love being filled by me, but no woman has dared to try any back for adventures either.

I pulled on a pair of workout shorts and headed back to my bedroom. There was no talking, but I could hear the distinct hum indicating that my neighbor had moved on to using her vibrator to finish the sexy Zoom with her boyfriend. I was already hardening, but I didn’t want to go back down that route just yet.

In order to give her some privacy, yeah I’m aware that I’ve already broken that by jerking off to her, I went down and grabbed another beer and headed out back into the cool summer air. I was just finishing this bottle and thinking of heading back up in the hopes that I’d given her enough time to finish when I heard her back sliding door. It made a gritting sound as it started to slide open before I heard a pop followed by a thud and a loud “Fuck!”

I sat still for a moment listening to see if there were sounds like she was hurt, but instead heard, “Hey James, I’m a damsel in distress again.” A short break while James spoke. “No worries man, I’m sorry that I keep on having to call you. This place is a piece of shit that just keeps falling apart.”

After another pause, “No, it’s the back door again. It looks like the rail for it has completely broken. I’ll close it up the best I can and deal with it for tonight.” I could hear rustling like she was fighting the door and then a brief laugh. “Ok hun, I’m gonna let you go so I can get this crap fixed. Talk to you later.”

Crap, was I bound to just learn everything about my new neighbor via eavesdropping? I decided I’d go help, I mean it was my responsibility and I was going to meet her sooner or later anyway. I walked around the small wall that separated the two porches and took in the sight.

She was taller, about 5’6″ with dark hair falling down over, was that really? Yes, she was outside in a white fluffy bathrobe. It hung to mid thigh with bare dark skinned legs showing below. She was trying to man handle the door back into place even though it was big and bulky.

“Hi, sorry not to scare you, murder you, or anything else terrible that you can imagine.” I tried to show humor in my voice, but it wasn’t enough. She jumped letting the door call back against the wall and turned quickly to me. She didn’t have fear in her eyes, instead they were focused. They were focused directly on me.

They were a deep pool of brown and her narrow face was made up beautifully with dark eyeshadow and bright red lipstick. Her gown had come apart partially and was creating a deep cutting view between the material showing ample cleavage. The sight was so much that my vision began to waiver back and forth with small flickering black dots appearing in my field of view.

The works began to shift as I saw the summer night rotate in front of me and the ground come up to my back. I could hear the faint pops of fireworks in the distance. The stars that I was now looking up at were still trembling at her sexy visage. God she was stunning. No wait she was stunning, but she was also stunning me.

I could feel the tiny pins that had been injected into my chest and suddenly recognized that it was electricity coursing through my body and not just last. She’d gotten me with a stun gun. I tried to tell her to stop, I’m not a threat, but all I could manage was “Ahhhhhhhhhhh.” And then a silent piece came over me.

“Hey, are you alive? Oh shit, I fucking killed him. Fuck! Hey, wake the fuck up now or I’m burying you under the rose bushes.” She was frantic and shaking me now.

“We don’t have rose bushes.” I hadn’t meant to say it, but I think after 50,000 volts fry your brain that the first thing to go, after consciousness, must be your ability to filter reasonable thought. She laughed at that. She actually laughed at me seconds after trying to murder me.

“You’ve been down for a good while. I called the cops and before I could fully explain that I tased you they told me that they’d already came out and met my neighbor. I’m so sorry, I’ve had squatters creeping around here for so long that I just assumed. Fuck, are you alright? Are you brain dead? Can You Speak?” She slowed down that lady bit like she was speaking to an invalid.

“I’m just waiting for my turn?” I couldn’t sit up. Partially because I wasn’t sure if my body was capable, but more so because she was still pressing with a surprising amount of strength.

“Your turn? Oh God, I broke your brain.” She shook her head slightly figuring out the meaning, “Oh waiting for your turn to talk. I’m sorry apparently I table ramble on after sending hot strangers to ride the lightening. So, are you ok?”

Her hands were still on my chest, but with a lighter touch now. “So you think I’m hot?” I asked, trying to move my face enough to smile.

“Oh well at least your normal guy brain dead. I just shot you with a stun gun and all you got out of it was what you wanted to hear. Typical.” She was full on smiling now looking down on me and showing her white teeth with genuine amusement. “Can you get up?”