The feeling of having a new home is always good, even if it is rented. And this one was special. It was in a gated condominium with a swimming pool, and I thought to myself:

- Ooh!!! When the warm weather arrives, I’m going to enjoy that pool so much.

Having a new home is always a mixed feeling of novelty and achievement. Every room is a new discovery; everything is new and exciting.

My phone rang. It was Pedro:
- So, champ, are you settled into your new home already???
- Yes, I am. – I replied.
- When are you inviting me over???
- Alright, alright. Come round at about 9.30 pm; I’ll send you the location on WhatsApp.

Meanwhile, I went to unpack all my things, until the doorbell rang. It was Pedro, as always dressed elegantly but simply, and he had something in his hand – a six-pack of beers. It had not crossed my mind whether I had anything to offer him.

- Good thing you brought beer, because I had nothing to offer you.
- I’d already worked that out. – said Pedro.

Talking to Pedro was always exciting and fun. He is one of those people who are always cheerful. Or perhaps sometimes it is a tool to disguise the sadness and insecurities in his life, which, in my opinion, was the case.

One conversation led to another and we ended up talking about my ex-girlfriend Cátia.
- Have you heard her new single??? – Pedro commented.
- No. – I said dryly.
- Do you want to listen to it???
- If you want, there are some speakers on top of the living-room console.

Pedro got up with his smartphone and paired the speakers. The first chords of the music began to play. Pedro being Pedro, he turned the volume up incredibly loud; I listened to the music for a few minutes while enjoying my beer.
Suddenly, I heard knocking at the door, extremely loud knocking. I looked at my Mi Band: "00:30". I shouted to Pedro:
– Turn the music off!

I opened the door. And my world stopped.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
- Don’t you know what time it is?
- No.
- It is time to turn off your awful music.

The neighbour headed towards the lift, not before giving me one last killer look.
Pedro, realising the situation, hurriedly apologised for what had happened and left my home in a, shall we say, flustered manner.
When Pedro left my home, I closed the door and stopped to take in the image of that beautiful woman who had knocked on my door moments before.

She was tall, slender, wearing high heels, brunette... and I have a weakness for brunettes!
Unconsciously, and at the height of my thoughts, my penis made itself known.
I undressed and jumped into the shower cubicle, turned on the hot water and let it have its relaxing, soothing effect on my thoughts.

The next day, I left home late as always – punctuality is not one of my qualities – and my car was parked by the lift exit.
With the car already running, my neighbour came out of the lift, the “wonderful neighbour”, with a handbag on her right elbow and a trolley in her left hand, heading towards her car. She subtly gave me that killer look as she passed my already-running car; I could only see her eyes because she was wearing an FFP2 mask on her face.

But she looked beautiful that day: a white shirt with a few buttons undone, a pencil skirt with a slit, her hair impeccably tied up in a ponytail, simple and discreet make-up that looked beautiful against the brown tone of her skin. She headed for a Peugeot 3008 SUV, started it and sped out of the garage.
My breathing became laboured; I looked at my Mi Band and my heart rate was at 120 BPM.

- Diogo, control yourself! – I said to myself, and headed off to my appointment.

After a long and intense day at work, I went to the gym and parked in front of it. It was time to enjoy myself.
Already changed, I started my workout.
With two 10-kilo dumbbells in my hands, I began my training.
I saw a pink silhouette in the squat rack, looked once and paid no attention, but that silhouette seemed familiar.

- Oh my God! – I said to myself.

It was her.
She was wearing a pink bodysuit, tight against her body, which showed her figure perfectly and revealed all her curves.
When she finished her squats, I started mine.
She walked past me with a towel in her hand and gave me that killer look again.

Back home, after a shower, I ate something, and my body let me know it needed rest.

It was already the weekend, that basic Saturday morning routine:
• Cleaning;
• Sweeping the house;
• Doing the laundry.

And that pile was enormous.
My building had an American-style laundry room, one of those coin-operated places for washing and drying clothes.
I checked my wallet and found a few coins in it.
I picked up the basket of dirty clothes and headed to the laundry room. It was a slightly dark corridor, I must admit. I found the door with the sign “Laundry” … And it couldn’t be, there she was!

She lifted her head and gave me that “killer” look, damn her.
- Excuse me, is it occupied? – I asked.
- No, you can come in, I’m taking my clothes out of the tumble dryer.

I went in slowly, opened the washing machine drum door and put in the coins. The machine promptly started its cycle. I stood looking at the machine.

A few minutes later, with my hands in the pockets of my jeans.
She started the conversation:

- So, you’re the new neighbour.
- Yes, and first of all I apologise for the loud-music incident the other day; it wasn’t a good first impression.

She let out a rather loud laugh. It was only then that I noticed she had a beautiful, infectious smile; my heart skipped a beat at that moment.

- Well, I’m going upstairs. Are you going to stand there staring at the washing machine???
- Yes.
- But why???
- I’m afraid someone will steal my clothes, or something like that.
She let out a very audible laugh.
- Come on, have you seen the swimming pool yet???
- No. – I followed her through the dark corridor, and yes, it was confirmed: she had a lovely arse. I sighed at this realisation, and my heart started racing again.
- And this is it.
She smiled.
- What is it???
- It’s a swimming pool – I said, somewhat awkwardly.
I headed towards a plastic sun lounger.
- What’s your name?
- Tânia.
- Diogo, nice to meet you.
- You can call me by my first name. You make me feel old, after all I’m only 34.
- I’m 30.
- Very good. Have you been here long???
- Two weeks.
- Hmm… that’s why I didn’t know you. What do you do???
- Digital marketing, and you???
- Law.
- Ooh, what an interesting profession. But what kind of law do you practise???
- Well, perhaps we should change the subject.
- As you wish.
- Tell me a little about yourself, Mr Diogo????
- Well, I’m Diogo, a shy lad, ridiculously handsome.
As you can tell from the conversation, humility is not exactly one of my qualities.
I like mountain biking, reading, I love discovering things, travelling, whether by car or to visit other countries. Tell me a little about yourself, Tânia.
- I’m not exactly an interesting person, but curiously I like the same things as you… curious, isn’t it???
- Yes, well, the clothes must be washed by now.

I got up and headed for the laundry room. Tânia followed in my footsteps, and when we arrived, I realised the machine had already finished its wash cycle.

- Well, now it’s time to take them out of the machine and hang the clothes to dry.
- Aren’t you going to use the tumble dryer??? – she asked me.
- No, I like to let them dry in the open air.
- I can see you’re a very dedicated and decisive man.
- I try to be.
- Do you live alone???
- Yes. And you, do you live with anyone???
- No, I’m as free as a bird. Do you have a girlfriend???

I was completely surprised by that question, and promptly replied.
- No, I came out of a relationship not long ago, let’s say… I don’t know what to call it.
- Do you want to talk about it???
I took a deep breath and filled my lungs with air. With tears burning in my eyes, I replied:
- No.
- Alright, if you don’t want to talk, I respect that. – and she headed for the exit door.
- I suffered domestic abuse.
- I’m sorry.
- My ex-girlfriend used to beat me up. – I began to cry uncontrollably, and Tânia looked at me tenderly.
- There, there.
I composed myself.
- Perhaps I’d better take the clothes up to the flat.

I left suddenly, but Tânia called after me.
- Hey, what are you doing later tonight?
- The basic Saturday night during a pandemic, “Netflix and Chilli”.
- Do you want to have dinner???
- Are you asking me on a date???
- Calm down, it’s only dinner.
- OK, we’ll meet in the garage.
- OK. At 8 pm. – Tânia left the laundry room and headed to her flat.

I waited for Tânia beside my car. She appeared wearing a red dress that showed off her entire slender figure. We had dinner, had a great deal of fun, and drank.
When we arrived at the building, we both entered the lift. Tânia pressed the button for the 4th floor. I pressed the button for the 5th floor. When we reached Tânia’s floor, she pulled my arm, straight into her arms, and we kissed wildly.

She pressed me forcefully against her front door, took the key from her handbag and opened it.
The desire between us was uncontrollable. We kissed wildly like two animals in heat.
I took off her dress, leaving her in lingerie. I threw her onto the sofa, placing soft kisses across her stomach.

I kissed gently above her thighs, slowly, without rushing. Tânia’s body began to respond.
Gently and tenderly, I removed her knickers. I continued placing kisses on her inner thighs. I gave a small suck to her outer lips, and she moaned with pleasure.

I opened her vaginal lips and began to lick her clitoris greedily, and it was then, at that moment, that she began to moan louder and louder. I inserted two fingers and began to stimulate her G-spot. Tânia could not hold back and cried out with pleasure, loud enough at that hour of the night to be heard throughout the whole building.

Not satisfied, Tânia jumped onto my lap and began riding me wildly, until we both reached climax at the same time.

With our breathless breathing, our skin gleamed in the moonlight coming through the window.
- Thank you. – Tânia sighed.
- Thank you for what? For the sex???
- No, for making my heart beat like nobody ever had before.

I kissed her on the forehead. I picked her up in my arms. Completely exhausted, she drifted off to sleep.
I left Tânia’s home.
I headed to the lift.
I had the feeling it would not be the last time I left through that door.

Written by Diogo Cordeiro.
 

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