THE NEIGHBOR

  The dark wooden frame that surrounded the grand mirror began to glow it's sensuous brown as the lights permeating the chamber rose to a dim intensity. They flickered with the gracefulness of dancing candlelight, granting the bedroom a familiar and comforting ambience. The queen bed was neatly made, the blankets drifting across it without a crease and rising with the down pillows resting at one end. A black dress lay atop it, beautiful and elegant. Next to it was a silk negligee, waiting for a body to caress with it's soft skin.

  The silence was broken with the sound of light steps pressing into thick carpet. They were thin feet, long with perfect toes and a high arch. They were delicate feet, a light tan in color with smooth nails that glistened faintly in the light. They were feet that stepped in turn, one in front of the other, as they took the alluring woman above them toward her mirror.

  Julia sat on the small stool before her, her body clad only in a simple pair of black panties, and set her hands on the lip of her desk as she gazed at her reflection. The light gave her smooth skin a comfortable radiance. A deep tan covered her bare torso and the soft breasts that slowly lifted up and down with each passing breath. She raised a hand, drifting the slender fingers over her stomach and up to the tender nipple that was wide across the ample cup, warm to the touch and stiffening with the mild sensation.

  She sighed, her broad shoulders arching slightly. Smiling, she turned her head to see the dark strands that fell over them in tight, black curls. They shined, shimmering with crisp luster under the lamps as Julia nodded in admiration of her ethnic beauty. She reached for a small case on the corner of her desk, opening it and pulling out a brush for mascara.

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  Jeff rubbed his sore eyes, the letters written on the pad before him swirling into incomprehensibility. His tired body ached with the toils of another day in ER rotation and he was ready for his shift to come to an end. He stretched, reaching upward with his arms as he felt his back ripple with cracks and the relief and release of building tension. The blood-stained shoes he wore shuffled along the floor tiling as he trudged toward the front desk, his hands hanging limply by his sides.

  "Tell me that head lac was my last case Marge. I don't think I could handle another."

  "Sorry Jeff, there's a guy that's been waiting in chairs for almost two hours. Take care of him and then you can go home."

  He felt another pang lance through his head, his eyes closing in anguish.

  "Damn it! Can't someone else take care of it? I've been on for twelve hours, I'm looking forward to eating some Top Ramen and crashing on my couch; I don't even think I could make it to my bed."

  "Sorry, the Chief Attending wants this guy out of chairs, onto the board, and..."

  "And the residents are here to do the dirty work."

  "As well as the lowly work."

  Jeff looked at her mocking smirk as she waved the clipboard with his next patient's paperwork in his face.

  "I was treated with more dignity when I was a student." He swiped it from her hands and she laughed as she went back to typing at her computer, her stool squeaking as it turned on rusty hinges. The name at the top of the sheet was smudged slightly and Jeff was forced to squint his eyes to read it.

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  Julia's silken lashes curled as she brushed them lovingly. They grew thicker, longer, as the mascara coated them. Her penetrating gaze was mysterious, dark and sparkling with Mediterranean eyes. The high bones of her cheeks were a deep red, rouged and sensual. She leaned back, her hands and long fingers bracing her voluptuous body from behind her as she breathed slowly. The roundness of her breasts raised into the cool night air in steady rhythm, thin goose flesh breaking out over the tan skin.

  Her own incredible body began to arouse her; the tight curls of her brunette mane, the sharp and exquisite features of her exotic face, her broad shoulders that tapered down to a trim waist, the black panties that scantily clad her wide hips, her strong thighs that she gently spread apart, relishing in the soft silk that slid over her moist and pink womanhood, her thin feet that dug into the thick carpeting with clenched toes.

  Julia felt heated blood pumping into her dark nipples, stiffening the broad tips into pert rigidity, at the mere sight of herself. She bit her lower lip, breathing heavily through her nose as she closed her eyes and tilted her head. Her hair slid down her back, the strands tickling the skin, as a single drop of pleasure found it's way from her warm crotch down the inside of her leg.

  The stool spun around as she stood up. The muscles of her calves tensing as she did, the slim valleys around the bones shading away from the light. She stopped in front of her bed, about to reach down for her dress when she glanced up to her open closet. Resting on a simple dresser were a number of white t-shirts, a neat stack numbering around ten. They sat next to another pile of folded sweat shorts that were a solid black in color.

  Julia smiled, walking toward her spare clothing and new pairs of sandals that were collected in boxes on the closet floor.

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  The flimsy plastic chair creaked as it's occupant leaned forward; he craned his neck to gain a better perspective of the young woman that was standing patiently while a doctor examined her injured hand in a curtained alcove.

  She wore tight, navy shorts around trim hips that showed off the strong thighs and calves of long, tanned legs that disappeared into smudged tennis shoes and white ankle socks. Her torso was broad, tall as she stood proudly with her small breasts wrapped in the plastic-like shirt of a volleyball player. She moved a stray group of brunette strands away from her face as she looked down at her physician, towering over him with the sprained wrist that she held tenderly to her flat stomach and nodding as he gave her instructions on how to heal it.

  The voyeur sighed in admiration of her tall and graceful body, the body of a strong, female athlete. He jerked as someone suddenly poked him in that sensitive point beneath the ribs of his left side and looked down with a sigh to ready himself for the chastisement he knew was coming.

  "What is it with you anyway?"

  He turned, his long, brown hair twirling over his shoulder, to see his companion that sat next to him.

  She was also beautiful, a tall blonde with an eternally youthful appearance. One thin eyebrow was arched over crystalline eyes and a sharp nose. Her moist lips were a glistening, feathered pink, yearning for hidden passion, and set in a wry smile. The black tank top she wore accentuated her large and perfect breasts that bulged firmly outward without the aid of outside support. Her bare stomach was toned, sporting strong muscle that was mirrored in her tanned arms. Her denim shorts were frayed, the loose, white threads nibbling her upper thighs as she stretched her long legs in front of her.

  He took a deep breath and shook his head, scratching at a small scar on his left cheek with the nail of his thumb before answering.

  "I just can't help it." He turned back around and pointed towards the tall coed that was still talking with her doctor. "I mean, look at her."

  The blonde shrugged and followed his two pointing fingers as he continued.

  "She's at least six foot three, athletic and beautiful."

  "So she's tall, so what?"

  "Try and imagine what is was like for her when she was younger." His eyes adopted a far away gaze, as if he was scanning a mesmerizing sunset. "Slowly creeping taller than all of her friends. All of the guys in her class that once smiled at her starting to feel uncomfortable as she looked so far down at them. Her clothes getting tighter and tighter as every week passed by. Her desks in class becoming cramped as she was forced to stretch her long legs under the chair that used to be far in front of her. Her parents amazed that she wouldn't ... that she couldn't ... stop growing taller and taller."

  She watched him close his eyes, tilting his head forward as torrid thoughts passed through his addled mind. He sighed again, his strong chest broadening slightly.

  "You're kind of cute when you drift away like that."

  He looked at her with a mild frown, her sarcasm not lost in his ears.

  "You know, when we were dating, not only did I cater to your own personal fetishes, I tried to understand them as well." He glanced back toward the curtained alcove, nodding to the athletic amazon as she gathered her meager things. "Her and other 'vertically gifted' women like her are the closest thing that this world can hope for a real-life giantess. To me, she's a beautiful work of art," he smiled, "just like you."

  "Hmm, not a bad save." She leaned forward, her breasts straining against the black fabric of her tank top, and kissed him gently, running the tip of her pink tongue over his lips before pulling back. "She's attractive, but I prefer bustier girls that are closer to my own height."

  "Hey, I have no problem with that. Any time you need my help along those lines, you just let me know."

  She frowned suddenly; her face was still beautiful, but now demanding comfort and soothing.

  "My own fetishes? Like what?"

  "Like what about your infatuation with ice cream and chocolate syrups? Not to mention rolling around in all of that jello."

  "I like a little desert when I play; I never heard you complaining."

  "And what about the time you had me dress up in all of that bulky metal armor and ... OW!"

  His eyes went wide with shock as she jabbed him again in his side. He immediately went to rubbing it with his fingers as he grimaced at her, biting his lip. She was staring elsewhere, looking forward and up towards an arriving newcomer.

  "Hello, I'll be your doctor today. What seems to be your problem sir?"

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  Julia raised her arms upward, her large breasts lifting with pride, as she slid the cool fabric of a white t-shirt onto her body. The cotton tickled her sides, running over the supple ridges of her ribs as the hem fell. She ran her hands down her front, over the firm mounds on her chest, to smooth out errant creases in her top. She felt the stiff tips of her nipples and pinched one between her long fingers, shuddering with the sudden rush of light sensation. Her eyes fluttered and she smiled, her teeth gleaming softly in the pale light.

  The mirror was still there in front of her, beautiful with her gorgeous reflection. She stepped towards it, her cute feet sinking into the carpet, as she ran her hands over her hips and the round curves of her posterior. She squeezed one with the warmth of her palm, the muscles tightening with pleasure underneath the black sweat shorts she now wore. Her thighs filled the short cuffs with tanned flesh, unblemished by age or scars as they streamed downward to her perfect calves.

  A new pair of simple, brown sandals waited for her patiently on her stool. They weren't as elaborate as the heeled boots that were on her bed, but they were all that she wanted for now. She set them on the ground and slipped her delicate feet into the base, feeling her toes slide over the fresh leather and the thin straps hugging her smooth ankles. She smiled down at them, admiring the shine of her nails.

  Julia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the front of her shirt swelling. Her mouth opened slightly, her eyebrows furrowing, and she curled her fingers as she felt the sandals on her feet starting to tighten around the tan skin.

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