Hero Next Door

Esme is on her hands and knees and I’m thrusting into her from behind, stroking the curve of her ass as I do. This feels good, I like this, I reach over her, cupping her breasts, holding her nipples between my fingers. Then she’s underneath me, she has her legs and arms wrapped tightly around me as I fuck her hard. The next moment, she’s on her front and I’m on top of her, I’m standing with her up against the wall, she’s on top of me facing away… the positions keep on changing with every breath and I fucking love it. It’s making me animalistic and crazy.

“Shit, Esme…” She’s my dream girl, I mean, literally. I can tell that this is a dream. It’s all happening much too fast paced to be real, but I fucking love it. It’s absolutely incredible. “Esme, oh my God…”

I say her name over and over again, it falls off of my lips like a prayer as the pressure of pleasure starts to get the better of me. Her mouth is on me, I’m buried deep inside of her, she’s riding me like there’s no tomorrow, until I erupt like a fucking volcano. It feels like I’m never going to stop coming, it’s the most intense pleasure that I have ever experienced, I can’t stop it, and it’s all because of Esme. Her beauty, her sweet face, her sexy curves, her peaks and dips… every single part of my stunning next door neighbor. I don’t want to let her go, I want to cling on to her forever, but already, she’s fading. It feels like she’s slipping through my fingers like grains of sand.

“Don’t go,” I whisper. “Don’t leave me. I don’t want to be on my own anymore…”

But she’s gone and the light is coming for me. I can no longer remain asleep in my own little dream world however wonderful it might be. I’m losing Esme, and her wonderful curves, her alluring smile, her gorgeous nipples, she’s fading. Real life is coming back for me, whether I want it to or not…

Chapter 5 – Esme

The knot in my stomach is so huge I can’t stand it. The anxiety zig zagging through my body is so intense that I honestly don’t know how I’m standing. My knees might as well be knocking together because I’m like a jelly. That was the worst drive to work I have ever had and I know the day is only going to get even worse. Now I have to face him.

There’s no one in the office. Of course there isn’t. No one isn’t supposed to be in the office yet. Not until after nine AM, but today I found myself woken up my Mr. Jones demanding that I turn up right away because the issue with the Starks contract has only gotten worse. He can’t seem to make them want to continue dealing with us no matter what he tries. I don’t know what I can do in this that he’s calling me in so early to office. I’m not sure what I can do, but he was far too furious on the phone for me to even begin to disagree. I got dressed as quickly as I could, and drove off instantly.

I can’t slow down now. Much as I want to hang around in the reception area while I get my breath back and maybe even try and gather up some inner strength to face him, I can’t. I have to keep on going or his temper might bubble over to another level. I can’t be the reason that he gets even more wound up… I just can’t…

“I need to get out of here,” I whisper to myself as I run towards Mr. Jones’ office. “It would be worth any financial difficulty not to have to deal with this all the time. I don’t know how much more I can take of this.”

Empty words, of course. If I was going to walk out on this job then I would have done so already, but allowing that thought to flood me while I’m within the office is strangely freeing. Perhaps that’s the way to get through this day. There definitely isn’t anything else that I can do, is there? I can’t fix all of this…

Oh God, what if it’s all about to crash right now? What if today is the end? I don’t know how much Mr. Jones can keep this up if things are really bad. I don’t know if it will go slowly or explode all in one go. Will we be given a clue as staff members are slowly ebbed away or one day will it all be just gone? Nothing left…

“Fuck this!” I hear Mr. Jones screaming in his office, followed very quickly by the sound of something shattering, breaking as it smashes against the wall. Now that does stop me in my tracks. I have heard him yell a million and one times, more than once a day, but he hasn’t ever acted in a violent manner. Oh God, I’m chilled to the bone, scared that Mr. Jones has snapped, lost his mind at last and now I will be the one who has to deal with him. I’m not equipped for that, no way. I’m not strong enough for any of this. Maybe I should message Delia. “Fucking, fucking… fuck!”