The Sjofernmaximus Files

She must have been warm. Her duvet was off and she was lying there, spread-eagled. Full access to her bush and all things holy. I started drooling just from the sight of her. I covered my finger in my spit and put it inside of her. I anticipated a moan, but instead I got an “oh you’re back, I’ve been expecting you” in return. I looked up in horror and saw her eyes were open but her gaze was empty... She was still asleep. “Why don’t you shag me, Jeremy,” she said. Slightly bewildered I looked at the poster of Jeremy Allen White on her wall. I must have worked my way into her dreams.

Well, you don’t have to ask me twice, I’ll be your Jeremy I thought. Besides, my cock was already twitching just from the thought of entering her, so I did. I pushed my slightly above average sized cock into her and she moaned; “Oh Jeremy, it’s like you were made to shag me.” “Oh you artsy city woman,” I thought. “If you only knew.”

The feeling of her encasing my cock was divine. A feeling I have felt before, yet it was not faded since the last time I was inside her. It was so intense that I really had to concentrate not to come. God knows, I don’t want to be known as a one-minute wonder, even though she does not know who I am. Then she stopped. Looked me dead in the eyes with her distant gaze and said: “Do me in doggy, Jeremy.”

She turned around, face down arse up in the air for me to help myself, and I gave her a good shagging for quite some time. It was so good and as I felt I was close to come I increased the tempo, hitting her harder and harder with every stroke until I filled her to the brim. I stayed inside her twitching and savouring the feeling before I pulled out and watched it all come dripping out running down her thighs.

When I came back a couple of hours later and the night had properly set in, I wasn’t mistaken. They were at it again, and hearing her voice was like hearing an angel calling. Her screams of pleasure made me so horny I felt like I either had to go home to sort myself out or die. I decided to stay until they were done, while stroking myself slowly.

I stood outside in the back garden for a good 15 minutes after, with my eyes closed, saving the moment in my spank bank. I was about to leave when I saw her flat door open through the outer door window, and Mr. Good Shag came out. She wasn't at the door to send him off, was she asleep in her room? He didn’t lock the door and put the key under the mat, like her dates who normally left at night did, so in a split-second decision I decided to act. I ran for the outer door so I could arrive just before Mr. Good Shag opened it, to look like I belonged there. He came out, I went in, and once again I was in the stairwell on her landing with my heart racing.

I opened the door with caution and listened for a bit, before I entered her apartment and walked over to her room. I made a quick stop outside to listen and make sure she was asleep. I could feel my trousers getting tighter and my zip struggling as I entered. She was lying there on her side, one knee up to her stomach without her duvet. The sight of her naked body was like seeing Aphrodite, the divine goddess of beauty herself. I opened my trousers and took them off, stroked myself for a bit before the urge to enter her got the best of me.

With soft, rhythmic strokes over her clit she started to moan, and as I separated her lips and put a finger inside of her, I could feel that she had got wet. She was ready for me. I slowly and carefully positioned my cock between her lips. With a slow thrust and a louder moan from her, my head had penetrated her. The feeling of finally being inside her was even better than I imagined. As I pushed myself further inside her, my brain went foggy. I don’t know what happened to me, but I started thrusting harder and harder, while she moaned louder and louder. At one point she even moaned Mr. Good Shag’s name.

Here is retelling of what happened a night last week while I was cat sitting in the neighboring flat:

So I’ve noticed that when she has a date over for the night (she always fucks on the first date), that if the date leaves before dawn, they lock the door and leave the key under the mat. I can see it all through the window in the outer door, and it gave me the opportunity to get to enter the hallway and her flat.

It took a lot of smoking fags in the back garden to justify me hanging around and «casually» being there when one of her dates left the building. As soon as I saw her date leaving her apartment at night, I made sure to be outside the door pretending to be on my way home as if I belonged there. The date even held the door open for me as I approached when they were leaving. How nice of them!

I moved up the stairs to her floor, breathing heavy, heart beating, cock hard, and found myself standing outside her flat when I looked under the doormat.

Bingo!

Initially I was just going to enter her apartment, find some panties to smell and get a «souvenir». But once I was inside I was controlled by lust and desire. I went in to her bathroom and rummaged through the laundry bins. I found some used thongs and inhaled and licked them one by one. My cock got even harder by the scent of her pussy deposited in her panties, so I wrapped one of them around my cock and started masturbating with it. It didn’t take long before I came and emptied a rather large amount of sperm in the thong. I put that one back in the laundry and smelled the rest of her them to find the one with the strongest smell. That one I put in my pockets to save for later.

I was about to leave, but my curiosity got the better of me and I snuck in to her bedroom. The sounds of her breath and the risk of her waking up made my mind go crazy. After watching her for a while I couldn’t help myself and I lifted her duvet to have a look at her body… And. Oh. My God. The sight of her beautiful tits, and her full bush was too much to bear. How anyone can be so sexy is beyond me. What a beauty she is, such a true goddess!

I debated whether or not I should touch her as she might wake up, because what the fuck would I do if that happened? But oh well, I would already in deep shit if she does, so why not try to grab a feel before she does wake up.As I touched her hairy bush she moved. Fortunately she did not wake up, so I got bolder. I took my index and middle finger and slid them down her labia and separated them. I stroked her clit a little with my thumb, and it seemed my actions were working themselves in to her dream because I noticed she was getting wetter.

I inserted my middle finger in her and she let out a little whimper. «Yes [name of her date], I want you inside me» she said with a dreamy voice, and so I pushed the finger all the way in. «Ohhh» she whimpered again, clearly unconsciously loving it. I put the finger in my mouth to taste her and to make it wetter, then inserted it again. I massaged the lower part of uterus and she seemed to enjoy it. Her breaths got heavier end deeper, and after a while I started to massage her with the «come here» movement on her g-spot. I then took my index finger on my other hand and started to rub her clitoris aswell. It didn’t take long until the breaths was so heavy and her whimpers got louder.

She’s been having Mr. Good Shag over again too, and it seems like he is giving her a real good dicking from what I demotivatingly can hear from the backyard, yet again. I was just about to lose my confidence in this project had it not been for what happened a couple of days ago.

On tuesday she came home with a man. Both of them had tousled, sea-kissed hair, as if they'd been swimming in salt water all day. They nipped into the local vietnamese restaurant, leaving shortly after. When they came back it was without their bags to pick up food and head back to her flat. Do I smell an all day date here?

I hung around in her back garden. I assumed she'd have a window facing the back, and I was right. It is her bedroom window. I saw them naked through the cracks in her blinds. She? She’s a ten and her curves are profoundly captivating. A proportional petite masterpiece. Him? A handsome bloke, but a bit older than me and certainly not as fit as I am.

The sounds of their sexual escapades through her poorly soundproofed balcony door were both arousing and saddening. She’s a screamer, and as he pleasured her it sounded like he knew what he was doing. But I know I can do better. I am a great shag if I may say so myself.

I stayed outside the place they entered. It seems to be some kind of yoga place? Anyways. I got some food and waited. Salmon maki roll with a side of daydreams of her and me. When they came out I followed them until they separated so I could follow my girl home again. She lives in a rough and a bit dodgy area, so I made sure she got home safe. I caught the gate just before it closed, so I could sneak in the courtyard and see what door she entered. With some google-fu and some time it wasn’t hard to find her name.

City woman, you were the highlight of my day.

I’m not a stalker. But that night, after the event was over, I followed her from a distance. I was just too infatuated with her to stop walking after her while daydreaming and trailing the smell of plum perfume, until I suddenly ended up outside the gate to her block of flats.

I’m not a stalker. I truly am not. But I know where she lives now, as I stayed to see in which flat the lights turned on after she disappeared behind the closing entrance gate. Since then, I just can’t help but go past her building when I’m in the area. I work in the vicinity, so her street isn’t really out of the way anyways.

I’m not a stalker. And I’d like to think she’d be flattered by this mild “obsession”. It’s not like it controls me or anything, although… I just can’t bring myself to stop thinking about her. I’m not like the creeps you hear about though. I don’t rummage through the buildings rubbish bins because «I just want to understand her world before I step into it.» Well… I do want to understand her world. But I’m just a curious man in his prime, too afraid to say hi. One of these days I’ll muster up the courage to do so.

I am not a stalker.