I stood on the edge of the balcony, and hollered out into the sky.

"Can anyone fuckin' hear me!"

Why I chose to make that statement, I don't know, but my neighbors, they heard me.

"Shut up!"

Noted. I stepped down off the edge of my balcony and sat at the deck table. I put my chin on my hand and let out a breath for the ages, one to go down in history books as 'the most bored sigh in the world'.

"I wonder if anyone else feels like this right now. I wonder if he's cute."

"HEY, I HEARD YOU!" I heard a voice scream up at me.

I ran back to the edge. "You did?"

"YEAH!"

"Well, come on up!"

I ran to my front door, and buzzed the gentleman in. From atop the building, he looked cute, but when I opened my door to him, he stood as one stone fox in front of me.

"I'm Michael," He said, extending his hand.

"Come on in, dear,"

I motioned for his entry and he strolled in, watching me shut my somewhat heavy door behind him.

"Groovy pad," He said.

"Thanks. Groovy coat."

"Thanks."

Awkward silence followed, but it didn't stop him from making himself comfortable on my couch. I smiled and sat next to him.

"You're a Monkee, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yup. You a fan?"

"Not really, but I have seen it here and there."

"Do you like it?"

"Not lately."

"Me either." He said, rubbing his chin. "So, you live here alone?"

"Yes."

Silence. Why did it have to be silence. "Is there a reason you asked me up?"

"Oh, well,"

"Well what?"

"Well, I was bored out of my bird, and you...."

He smiled, "Me too,"

We stopped, looked at each other for a good second, and then kissed each other hard. He took off his coat.

"I hope this isn't too forward, but would you like to go to bed with me?"

"Yes, I would,"

He looked surprised, but I wasn't. If he was married and he was desperate, that was bad. I walked into my bedroom with him close behind. He took off his boots and set them neatly beside my dressing table. I smiled.

"I have to get freshened up,"

"Go, freshen."

I smiled and teasingly walked into the bathroom. I washed a few vital spots, and then walked back in. He was still clothed, sunglasses and all. I walked over to him, putting my arms gently around his skinny but strong neck. "Why so uptight?"

"Just nervous, I guess," he said, smiling his crooked toothed smile.

"You're cute. You know that, don't you?"

His eye lids grew heavy and he kissed me, and I found someway to undress him, feeling on the goose pimpled skin that was being created in the middle of all the heat. When my palm ran itself over his erect nipple, he shuddered in a way I didn't think men shuddered.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Groovy, wonderful,"

I kissed his collar bone, traveling down his chest, liking his nipples, down his stomach, over the base, down to the head, and taking it into my mouth. He moaned, then he just out right wailed. I maneuvered my mouth up and down his cock, feeling it pump with jolts of pleasure and warm cum. I felt the strength of his fuck in my mouth. I felt my pussy begin to drip with it’s natural juices, just tasting his hardness.

"I bet you're soooooo..." He swallowed. "wet."

I pulled off his cock. "I would say you're right, my sweet."

He pushed my head toward his cock.

"Who told you, you could stop?"

"Yes, master," I said, in my best Jeanie impression.

"Fuck yeah, I'm your master, Jeanie! And Major Nelson needs a blow job."

I licked my lips and smacked them together. He shuddered again, and my mouth went back around his manhood. He started to convulse, grabbing my head and pushing me harder and harder into his crotch. Then, with one mighty wail, he came in my mouth, and with one brave move, I swallowed the salty substance - I had never done it before - I wiped my mouth and smiled.

He let out a deep growl. He pulled me up off my knees and threw me on my bed.

"Do you think that's it?"

"No, papa, not... uh."

"What?"

"Not uh..."

"Yeah, baby, that's right. It's not over," He said, crawling over me like a hungry, bangled tiger.

I breathed heavy, and felt him suck on my ear, then my neck, then onto my tits like a hungry bear cub. I ran my fingers furiously through his brown mane, grabbing his side burns and pushing his head down in my pussy. I felt his tounge slide up and down the outside muscle, slowly but surely, the tip of his tongue would seem to enter me, and just when I thought I would bash his head in for not getting to it, I felt his entire mouth take me into itself.

"OH MICHAEL!"

I watched as his head bobbed up and down, then he started shaking his head, making his mouth make wet sounds against my cum covered pussy. I moaned and groaned, seeing his eyes open to see my reaction. I just put on a show for him, grabbing my tits and screaming his name in many different derivatives.

"Enough of this, it's time to fuck you," he said, and used my thigh as a napkin.

He came over me like some sort of wave, and then, pushed into me with a force I hadn't felt before. His cock was harder than when I had sucked him, and I cried out for some sort of surrender that would never come. But sure as hell, I was about to.

"Uh, Mike, yeah, do it, harder," He sped up. "Harder." I felt his muscles tense and begin to strain. "Harder!" His grunting became more than evident, and for my body to give in, he had to hurt me.

"HARDER MOTHER FUCKER!"

And the trusts were more than I could bear. I had pissed him off, making him think he couldn't satisfy me. I screamed and begged for mercy, crying out everything in the book, and then, all at once, the two of us let go in a two part symphony of orgasming!

"ahhh, Ahhh, AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" It was like a love song.

And there we lay, rolling off of each other like grains of sand in an endless desert of heat. He lay on his stomach carefully, as not to hurt his tender cock. I snugged up to him, kissing his cheek.

"We should pretend we don't know each other more often," I said.

"Yeah, babe. We should."

"So I'll see you again?" I asked.

"There isn't a day without you, dollface."

I sat behind him, wrapping my naked thighs around his waist. He smiled, leaning back a bit to get a soft kiss on his swollen lips. He stood up from the bed, dressing his tired body, putting his tight fitting pants back on his body. And with one more kiss, he left, promising me another game, another day.