Fiona helps with neighbourly relations

Id woke up the next morning at around half nine and Fiona and Alice were still flat out beside me, probably still worn out from all of the previous days fucking so I left them to sleep whilst I made myself a cup of tea and wondered how I could punish Fiona for losing yesterday.

Thinking about it I actually thought giving her any sort of punishment would be a tad harsh as it was in fact her that had used great initiative to bring back the rest of the men at once; Alice by way of luck and good fortune managed to steal victory. But rules were rules so I had to do something or else Fiona and Alice would think it was acceptable to lose in tasks I set them and I couldn’t have that.

I was really struggling to think of something for Fiona to do as over the last few months I’d made her do so many humiliating things I was sure by now she was used to it, although still apprehensive as to where my silly requests would have her end up.

“Fiona” I shouted from in the living room and about three minutes later after she’d came round a little she appeared in the doorway naked.

“Yes” she said rubbing her eyes as she gradually began to wake properly.

“I need some sugar milk for another cup of tea so I want you to pop across to next door and ask for some”

“Ok let me just get my dressing gown”

“I don’t think so you stupid bitch, remember you lost yesterday so today will be about punishment, I tell you what I’ll let you go and put some knickers on and that’s all”

She looked at me for a moment and knew I was being deadly serious so went into the bedroom before returning to show me that she was only wearing a pair of thin blue knickers. I followed her to the door and watched her step out into the cold concrete landing her nipples instantly growing hard as the cold early morning air blew up from the stairs beside her and across her body. She shivered twice and looked at me again hoping that I was joking.

Again she was greeted with my blank expression and knew that I was still serious.

Our little flat was on the third floor of five floors the bottom two floors had three one bed flats on each then from our floor upwards the floors had two, two bedroomed apartments. So our entire block had twelve places available and all of them at the moment were full at the moment. Most of the one bed flats were occupied by council tenants and the turnover seemed to be pretty high, the six below us at the minute were your usual non-working kind for one reason or another. There was one couple with a child below our floor and the other two flats below were being lived in by two elderly women with what seemed like health problems and were here before we arrived. All of the bottom three flats were being lived in by single men between the ages of maybe twenty four and sixty odd.

The old chap was a decent enough bloke who I’d said hi to a couple of times as for the other two who were both younger the only time I saw them is when they were staggering in pissed in the morning or going out late at night. There was always a strong smell of weed coming from their respective flats that had the whole stairwell stinking at times.

Opposite us was a middle aged man called Barry he lived alone but had his kid every other week and he seemed to keep himself to himself.

The flat directly above was another council occupied flat by a young couple in their early teens who were expecting a child so the boyfriend was constantly at work, opposite them lived a strange man of around thirty five he had a constant stream of people to his flat at all hours and had him down as a bit of a dealer.

On the top floor was another single male of about fifty I’d seen him around the local pubs a few times after he’d finished work and found out he was on a tarmac crew so always started early. Opposite him were two lads of around my age who did nothing but booze smoke drugs and throw the odd party neither worked nor seemed to want to work but generally we got no trouble from the current people living around us.

The general state of the place was not to bad but often the stairwell would stink of piss if people on their way by at night decided to us it as a toilet on their way home. The lads on the top floor were guilty of causing most of the mess above us from their parties and their guests spitting and pissing in the corners on their way down.

“Go up to number ten and ask him, he’s usually up early”

She began climbing the stairs and I followed behind looking at her lovely arse in the thin blue knickers that stretched and pulled taught so that her skin was just visible beneath. As she turned to go up the next flight I watched as her fantastic big boobs bounced uncontrollably in front of her and I imagined that Fiona wished she was able to wear a bra. Her nipples had grown a few millimetres in the cold and stuck out like hard little cubes.

I waited on the floor flight below on the corner just out of sight of the blokes door and waited for Fiona to knock; she seemed to hesitate for a moment before lifting her hand and giving the wooden door a gentle tap.

Silly bitch I thought she’s knocking like that on purpose so that he wouldn’t hear.

Silence fell in the stairwell foe over thirty seconds so I said loud enough for her to hear “Knock louder you silly bitch”

‘KNOCK, KNOCK,KNOCK’

She’d given the door three hard knocks and I was certain this time the bloke would hear. It was a Saturday morning so unless he was at work I was confident a man that gets up regularly at six or seven am would have a body clock setting that made him be up early on a Saturday also.

I then heard a floor board or two creak above and then a key turn followed by a chain slide across; the door creaked open moments later and silence again fell, only this time I imagined the silence to be very awkward right where Fiona was standing as the men would be in now doubt surveying the very nearly naked neighbour in front of him.

“Well……..what can I do for you at this time love ?” he said in a rough voice with a definite hint of cheekiness.

“Hi I’m from number seven” before she could continue he butted in.

“I know where your from it’s not hard to notice a fine women around, what brings you to my door at this time in what seems to be a state of undress?”

“I’m sorry I’ve ran out of milk and wondered if I could borrow a cup until later?”

“I think I can manage that considering you asked so nicely” with that I heard the door creak to and rattle as it bumped against the locking mechanism but stay ajar.

I took the moment to climb a stair or two and saw Fiona nervously waiting in front of his door with her legs crossed the left over the right hiding her gusset and the outline of her magnificent pussy. Her right arm was also over the front of her chest hiding her big cold nipples and dark areola from his view.

“OI” I called up in a loud whispered voice if that’s possible and she turned towards me. “Drop your fucking arm and uncross your legs you sneaky bitch” I heard a creak and glared at her until she quickly did as she was told and I stepped back out of sight as the door swung open.

“Ah now that’s a better greeting than before” the bloke said, Fiona’s breasts now fully exposed to him. “It looks to me as though you’re a little bit cold…….oh and damp too……maybe you should just take this so you can get a nice warm drink inside you”

“Thank you I’ll return your cup and milk when I’ve been shop is that ok?”

“Oh that’s just fine I’ll be out at the pub from eleven till one so make it around two if you like”

“Ok thanks again” Fiona said turning away and coming towards the stairs but she was halted by the man calling towards her.

“I look forward to seeing ALL of you again later” before slamming his door with a bang.

I wondered whether Fiona had noticed the emphasis on the word ALL as I had done, I assumed so because she wasn’t a stupid woman. As she came down the stairs towards me I also saw why he’d made reference to being damp as well as cold. The front of her thin blue knickers was doing little to hide the small dark damp spot right between her legs around her pussy.