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\f0\fs24 \cf0 \{ASS\} This Old New Apartment \{Brad Estora\} (TV, mm, oral) \
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\'a92004 by Brad Estora, revised 2007.  All Rights Reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.  Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author.\
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The day I was moving into my new apartment, I met David in our only elevator into which I\'d5d crammed two stacks of my boxes to take to my new flat.  David was returning to his apartment, which was on the same floor as mine, the third.  He\'d5d forgot something or other.  Then we shared the elevator back down.  I spent the rest of the day moving in to my new apartment.\
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The following afternoon I met him again in the hallway and invited him over for a beer.  I really wanted to get to know someone in the building unlike where I\'d5d moved from and had never met anybody beyond the hello and head nodding stage.\
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So, David came over after he finished work; and we sat and talked about this and that.  Our conversation was pretty inane; I picked his brain about the apartment building, but he didn\'d5t seem to know a lot about it or the other tenants.  I did find out he was an assistant director at the local art museum, had a girl friend he lived with in the building and had lived in Hawaii for several years.   He found out I was the store manager of a specialty casual clothing store, didn\'d5t have a current girl friend or partner and had lived in town for the past six years.\
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\'d2I really have to go.  Linda\'d5ll have dinner ready.  When we eat in, she cooks; and I wash up afterwards.  She\'d5s a much better cook than I am.  Thanks for the beers, Bob.\'d3\
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\'d2Great having you, Dave.  I\'d5m working late the rest of this week, but next week sometime or this weekend, let\'d5s get together,\'d3 I said while I walked him to the door.  Except for its tiny kitchenette, my studio apartment was fairly spacious.  Actually, it was bigger than my last one, which was a one bedroom.\
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\'d2Good idea.  I\'d5ll talk to Linda.\'d3\
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When we got to the door, I pointed to a large square in the door and asked David, \'d2Do you know what these are for?\'d3\
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\'d2Sure, they\'d5re old fashioned openings you can open to see who\'d5s at the door.  Watch,\'d3 he said when he pointed at the tiny latch, lifted it and opened a small door about six inches square.  I could see the scrolled grill on the other side of the door, which I thought was for decoration, and also could see into the hallway not that there was much to see.\
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\'d2It\'d5s really neat, but rather pointless.  If it\'d5s someone I don\'d5t want to see, I can\'d5t imagine myself opening this little door and telling them I\'d5m not home,\'d3 I said.\
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\'d2I don\'d5t see the point either,\'d3 David said while I opened the door to let him out.\
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\'d2I\'d5ll talk to you in the next day or so,\'d3 he said.\
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\'d2Okay, thanks, and thanks for coming over,\'d3 I said while I closed the door.\
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I\'d5d brought Chinese home with me, so I nuked it in the microwave for a couple of minutes and dinner was ready.  I was really tired.  The two beers I\'d5d had with David relaxed me enough to discover how tired I was.  My place was at the liveable stage, but not the fully moved in stage.  I still had a fair number of boxes yet to unpack.  At least, they were in the right room or area.  While I was eating I decided:  clean up in here, dump everything down the garbage chute, quick shower, and bed.  I forgot to dump my garbage until after I had a shower and was ready for bed.  The garbage chute was near my apartment, so I put my robe on and just did a quick trip to it leaving my door unlocked.  Fortunately I didn\'d5t see anybody.  As soon as I returned to my apartment, I crawled into bed. The last thing I remember was pulling the covers over me.\
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The knocking on my door woke me up, and I looked at my clock.  It was seven in the morning, about half an hour before it was due to go off.  I got out of bed and put my robe on.  Walking to the door I passed through my little kitchen and flipped my coffee maker on, then I remembered the little doorway in the door.  Maybe it made sense after all, I thought.  When I got to the door, I called out, \'d2Who is it?\'d3\
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I heard David\'d5s voice say, \'d2It\'d5s me, David.\'d3\
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I opened the hatch and saw David\'d5s face on the other side of the grill.\
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\'d2I forgot to tell you I leave early in the morning, and I was going to invite you for coffee.  Linda leaves even earlier than me.  I can see you\'d5re not ready.  Very pretty, by the way.\'d3\
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\'d2Huh?  Sorry.\'d3\
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\'d2Your nightgown.  It\'d5s very pretty.  What I can see of it, anyway.  Your robe\'d5s open at the neck.\'d3\
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\'d2I looked down and noticed the top of my robe was open enough for anybody to see the top of my nightgown.  Plus I was wearing a woman\'d5s chenille robe. \
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\'d2I was on the way out to the garbage chute, when I saw you going back to your apartment last night.  So, this morning\'d5s not the first time I\'d5ve seen you in your robe,\'d3 he said.\
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\'d2Oh,\'d3 I said, and the smell of coffee from my kitchenette reached me.  My automatic coffee maker was one of my luxuries.  I put grounds and water in it the night before, and it took care of the rest at whatever time I\'d5d set it to.\
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\'d2Smells good,\'d3 David said through the hatch.\
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\'d4Well, he\'d5d already seen I was wearing a nightgown and woman\'d5s chenille robe, and he doesn\'d5t seem to be freaked about it,\'d5 I thought.\
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\'d2Would you like to come in for a cup?\'d3 I asked through the hatch.\
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\'d2Yes, I would.  Thanks,\'d3 he replied and I opened the door.\
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David walked in dressed in a suit looking exactly like one of the stockbrokers or bankers from the financial district we had for customers at the store.  He closed the hatch and door while I walked into my tiny kitchenette.\
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\'d2Make yourself comfortable,\'d3 I said pointing to my dining table with its two chairs.  They were in my separate dining area off the kitchenette.\
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I put two cups and saucers and two napkins on a tray asking David, \'d2Do you take cream or sugar?\'d3\
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\'d2Neither.  I drink it black.  You?\'d3\
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\'d2I take cream,\'d3 I said getting the small pitcher I used for cream from the refrigerator, filling it and putting it on the tray.\
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I carried the tray the three steps to my dinette table, placed the cups of coffee, pitcher of cream and napkins on it and put the tray on top of one of my unopened boxes.\
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\'d2Just like Linda,\'d3 he said.\
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\'d2Sorry.  What\'d5s just like Linda?\'d3 I asked.\
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\'d2You served the coffee just like Linda.  In cups and saucers, on a tray and with napkins,\'d3 he said.\
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\'d2I never thought about it.  I\'d5ve always done it this way,\'d3 I said.\
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\'d2We had a tiff last night.  She\'d5s very possessive sometimes, and she didn\'d5t like it that I stopped and had a couple of drinks without her.  I couldn\'d5t get a word in edgewise, and she assumed I went to a bar or club or something.  So, she doesn\'d5t know I was here yesterday evening,\'d3 he said.\
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I noticed the lower part of my robe had opened after I sat down and he could see the lower half of my nightgown.  I wore long nightgowns mostly.  I pulled my robe together so it covered my gown.\
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\'d2You don\'d5t have to cover it up.  Your gown is very pretty.  You know I trained as an artist and have an MFA, but I needed to make a living so I work in museums,\'d3 he said and sipped on his coffee.\
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\'d2My legs are chilly,\'d3 I said.\
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\'d2Can I see it?  All of it,\'d3 he said.\
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\'d2No.  Don\'d5t be silly,\'d3 I replied.\
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\'d2Bob, or I\'d5ll call you Bobbi when you\'d5re dressed.  We have at least two transvestites or cross dressers working at the museum.  I\'d5m never sure which is correct.  They\'d5re very open about it, too.  From what I saw of your nightgown, it was very pretty.  May I see the rest of it?  Please,\'d3 he said.\
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\'d2Oh, I suppose so,\'d3 I said, standing up and taking my robe off.  I twirled around ending up facing him.  David had stood up while I twirled around.\
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\'d2It\'d5s very pretty, Bobbi; and you\'d5re very pretty in it.  Has anyone ever told you you\'d5re pretty?  You are, you know,\'d3 he said placing a hand on my shoulder.  I didn\'d5t resist, but I didn\'d5t know what to do when he put his other hand on my waist and pulled me towards him.\
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We stood looking each other in the eye when he moved his face towards mine and I felt his lips touch mine.  Slowly, he began kissing me with little butterfly kisses in my lips.  I didn\'d5t try to stop him since they felt so good.  I was wrapped in his arms by then and he started kissing me in earnest.  I could feel his lips on mine and then his tongue pressing between my lips.  I hesitated for a second before I opened my mouth allowing David\'d5s tongue to enter and explore.  I felt myself becoming more passionate and my penis got harder as we continued kissing.\
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I put my arms around him, and I could feel his hardness pressing against me while we kissed.\
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I felt David\'d5s hand leave my waist and his lower body moved away slightly while his tongue explored deeper into my mouth.  I heard the zipper of his trousers, and then his hand reached my arm and pulled it from his back.  I knew what he wanted me to do, so I allowed him to take my hand and place it on his penis.  I wrapped my hand around it holding it while we continued to kiss.\
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We finally broke off kissing with both of us gasping.  I was still holding David\'d5s hard penis in my hand.  I looked down and could see it looking up at me with its one eye.\
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\'d2Mmmmmm,\'d3 I said.\
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In the next second I was on my knees facing David\'d5s penis while he was gently stroking my nightgown straps with his fingers.  I looked at his penis for a moment, before I kissed its end gently and then surrounded it with my lips.  I moved my head forward and took more of him in my mouth, Then I started licking his glans slowly and could feel his penis twitch each time I licked it.  Moving my head away I moved my tongue to lick his penis\'d5 eye before taking him fully in my mouth pressing my tongue against the underside of his penis while I moved my mouth down his penis.  He exploded showering the back of my mouth and throat with his cum.  I swallowed each explosion until they lessened and finally stopped.  David\'d5s penis began softening and I kept it in my mouth using my tongue and lips to milk his cum from him while he softened.\
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\'d2That was great, Bobbi.  That was really wonderful,\'d3 I heard him say while I tucked his penis into his underpants and zipped up his trousers.\
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\'d2You\'d5re very welcome,\'d3 I said running my tongue around my lips when I first stood up then sat down in my chair.  I lifted my coffee cup and sipped it gently, while I looked him in his eyes and smiled.\
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\'d2Uh, Bobbi, I have to go now.  I go to work early.  Err, thanks for the coffee.  Maybe we could do it again sometime,\'d3 David said while he almost scrambled to leave.\
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\'d2I sincerely hope so,\'d3 I said as I got up licking my lips while I walked him to the door and opened it for him.\
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\'d2Err, thanks again for the coffee.\'d3\
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\'d2You\'d5re most welcome, David.  Come again?\'d3 I said and asked smiling as I closed the door.  I ran my tongue around inside my mouth and could still taste him thinking, \'d4Well, at least I got to know someone in this building.\'d5\
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