Chapter One
Ethan Caine smelled the light, musky fragrance of the woman who’d moved next door one week ago. He knew it was her because of the intoxicating aroma arousing his senses and the way she walked. Where was she going? Who was she meeting? Their paths never crossed in the morning, on his way to work, always at night, after work hours. Even so, he was grateful for the opportunity to bask in her presence, even if it was a brief encounter.
She always aroused him whenever she passed him in the hall, her magnetizing aura igniting something within him, luring him to her. The first time, he found himself fantasizing about her and he longed to know what she looked like. If only he could explore her exquisite facial features with the tips of his fingers, the way he read his books. He knew she was exquisite because he could feel it in his bones. She was someone he just had to know, but first he’d have to conquer his fears and approach her.
He cleared his throat and inhaled deeply, savoring her sweet scent. Having been blind since birth, Ethan’s other senses were heightened and he’d relied on them to commute to his job at Adventist High. Each evening he looked forward to passing this woman in the hallway, yet he didn’t have the confidence to actually initiate a conversation with her. Oddly enough, she was always the one to speak first.
“Good evening,” she sang, her sensual voice permeating every pore in his body. She was smiling, he could tell. His cock became rigid, and his pulse raced at the thought of intruding in on her evening routine because she seemed to be in a hurry. Perhaps she was racing off to meet her lover.
“Good evening,” he nodded and continued walking. He gripped his cane, upset with himself for not seizing the moment. He should have stopped her, but he doubted himself. There was something intriguing about her and he wanted to find out what it was.
He paused when he stopped in front of his apartment, straining to hear her footsteps in the distance. She stopped and soon after he heard the elevator. Upset for not taking his chance, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his key and let himself in. Closing the door behind him, he tossed the keys onto the bookshelf, walked over to his leather recliner, sat down, and thought about the day he’d had to stifle the longing for the woman in the hallway.
His job as a guidance counselor had grown stressful, especially with some of the troubled teens with whom he’d dealt with. In the past several days, one boy confessed to having suicidal thoughts due to his dysfunctional home, and a girl who’d turn to bullying out of anger that her parents were splitting up had been sent to the office. He felt deeply for the kids, and even though he vowed not to take his work home with him, he found it difficult to do.
With a sigh, he closed his eyes and thought of her. His neighbor, the woman was right next door to him. All he had to do was make a simple move, but fear crippled him.
What did she do for a living? She always returned an hour or two after she’d left. Perhaps she worked from home? These were just a few of many things he wondered at night. She seemed to be a bit of an introvert. Did she know he could hear her moans of ecstasy whenever she used her vibrator? He smiled to himself. Their bedrooms were on the same wall and one particular night he woke to the faint humming sound of—a vibrator.
Her soft moans made his cock swell and his pulse race. She masturbated countless times since she moved in.
Several times, Ethan joined her, unable to refrain from stroking himself as he listened to his neighbors heightened moans of arousal. He imagined how she looked, lying there naked in her bed, caressing her breasts and teasing her soft wet folds with the vibrator. That image, along with her cries of ecstasy spurred him on, and he came when she did, his hot seed spurting onto his stomach.
“Christ.” He mumbled softly and gripped his shaft. Had
Ethan Caine smelled the light, musky fragrance of the woman who’d moved next door one week ago. He knew it was her because of the intoxicating aroma arousing his senses and the way she walked. Where was she going? Who was she meeting? Their paths never crossed in the morning, on his way to work, always at night, after work hours. Even so, he was grateful for the opportunity to bask in her presence, even if it was a brief encounter.
She always aroused him whenever she passed him in the hall, her magnetizing aura igniting something within him, luring him to her. The first time, he found himself fantasizing about her and he longed to know what she looked like. If only he could explore her exquisite facial features with the tips of his fingers, the way he read his books. He knew she was exquisite because he could feel it in his bones. She was someone he just had to know, but first he’d have to conquer his fears and approach her.
He cleared his throat and inhaled deeply, savoring her sweet scent. Having been blind since birth, Ethan’s other senses were heightened and he’d relied on them to commute to his job at Adventist High. Each evening he looked forward to passing this woman in the hallway, yet he didn’t have the confidence to actually initiate a conversation with her. Oddly enough, she was always the one to speak first.
“Good evening,” she sang, her sensual voice permeating every pore in his body. She was smiling, he could tell. His cock became rigid, and his pulse raced at the thought of intruding in on her evening routine because she seemed to be in a hurry. Perhaps she was racing off to meet her lover.
“Good evening,” he nodded and continued walking. He gripped his cane, upset with himself for not seizing the moment. He should have stopped her, but he doubted himself. There was something intriguing about her and he wanted to find out what it was.
He paused when he stopped in front of his apartment, straining to hear her footsteps in the distance. She stopped and soon after he heard the elevator. Upset for not taking his chance, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his key and let himself in. Closing the door behind him, he tossed the keys onto the bookshelf, walked over to his leather recliner, sat down, and thought about the day he’d had to stifle the longing for the woman in the hallway.
His job as a guidance counselor had grown stressful, especially with some of the troubled teens with whom he’d dealt with. In the past several days, one boy confessed to having suicidal thoughts due to his dysfunctional home, and a girl who’d turn to bullying out of anger that her parents were splitting up had been sent to the office. He felt deeply for the kids, and even though he vowed not to take his work home with him, he found it difficult to do.
With a sigh, he closed his eyes and thought of her. His neighbor, the woman was right next door to him. All he had to do was make a simple move, but fear crippled him.
What did she do for a living? She always returned an hour or two after she’d left. Perhaps she worked from home? These were just a few of many things he wondered at night. She seemed to be a bit of an introvert. Did she know he could hear her moans of ecstasy whenever she used her vibrator? He smiled to himself. Their bedrooms were on the same wall and one particular night he woke to the faint humming sound of—a vibrator.
Her soft moans made his cock swell and his pulse race. She masturbated countless times since she moved in.
Several times, Ethan joined her, unable to refrain from stroking himself as he listened to his neighbors heightened moans of arousal. He imagined how she looked, lying there naked in her bed, caressing her breasts and teasing her soft wet folds with the vibrator. That image, along with her cries of ecstasy spurred him on, and he came when she did, his hot seed spurting onto his stomach.
“Christ.” He mumbled softly and gripped his shaft. Had
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