LauraTVMaid
01-02-2008, 03:41 PM
I first noticed her the week after I moved into my new apartment.
I remember the moment well. She was tall--nearly six feet tall--and had
black hair down to the middle of her back. Sharp blue eyes peered out from
under that hair, and mesmerized me from the beginning. With out a bra on,
the nipples of her full chest poked out of her white tank top. She had a
beautifully round butt that seemingly jumped when she stepped. A pair of
long, tan legs punctuated her lean frame. From head to toe, she was the
total package.
My favorite days were when she did laundry. She would hang her
jeans in front of her apartment and I couldn't help but fantasize. I knew
what those jeans looked like when they came to life--a full butt that was
enough to keep your mind busy and legs that stretched on and on. I could
only imagine what it would be like to slowly take those jeans off and
uncover her treasures.
Maybe it was how I watched her hang her jeans or get her mail, but
before long it was clear that she knew I wanted her. She started leaving
her window open as she cooked in the kitchen. She spent more time in front
of our apartment complex. One day, after I took the trash out, she was
walking to check her mail and started to talk to me. It was a friendly
enough conversation--we introduced our jobs and ourselves, we talked about
where we were from and how we liked this apartment complex. It was an
innocent interaction, but I was on cloud nine.
A few weeks later, there was a knock on my door. It was her. It
took me a minute to calm my nerves and ask her what she needed. She
explained she locked herself out of her apartment and the manager was
coming to let her in. She was wondering if maybe she, "could hang out here
until he came by."
I said yes so quickly that I almost stumbled over the simple word.
As she entered my apartment, I noticed that she had on those jeans and I
tried to quickly tidy up the place as I offered her a seat on the couch.
"I was just making some dinner. Would you care for some?"
"Um, sure, what are you making?" She replied.
I tried to remain as calm as I could, "Just some chicken and
rice. Sound good?"
"Sure, what can I do to help?"
She came to the kitchen and I told her that I was almost done and
to just open a bottle of wine and relax. She poured both of us a glass and
stayed in the kitchen and we talked. The conversation flowed pretty
naturally and before I knew it we were making jokes and getting along quite
well.
We sat down to eat and the ease of our conversation continued.
After the meal, and another glass of wine, the conversation slowed.
"So, I guess our manager isn't that prompt of a guy?" I asked.
"I'm so sorry, am I keeping you from something?" She replied.
Her sharp blue eyes and dark hair framed her face beautifully. She
could stay here forever, as far as I was concerned. After a few minutes of
watching TV, I put my arm along the back of the couch, behind her
shoulders. She looked at me, smiled and put her hand on my knee. That was
enough to get me hard and I struggled to hide my excitement. I leaned
toward her and looked at her beautiful eyes. She leaned toward me and our
lips pensively touched. Carefully our mouths parted and tongues came
together. She laid back and our kissing became more aggressive.
She moved her hand through my hair, down my back and rubbed my cock. I
pulled her shirt over her head and freed her full breasts. She sat up and
pushed my back against the couch. In one deft movement, she pulled my
pants off and found my rock hard cock. She played with it for and soon was
taking my entire length in her mouth. She was clearly an expert as she
played with my tip, licked my balls and kissed my back door. The latter
was surprising and something I had not experienced before, but couldn't
help but like.
It wasn't long before I was ready to explode, so I pulled her up to my face
and kissed her passionately. I turned her onto the couch and rubbed her
pussy through her jeans. But I didn't find a pussy. I felt a hardening
cock under those jeans and surprisedly looked up at her.
"I'm sorry, I should have told you." She said as the excitement left her
eyes.
Realizing what I had come upon, I needed a minute to process this
information. I looked up at those beautiful eyes, framed by that raven's
black hair, and saw her soft and full lips. My heart melted.
"I'm okay with it." The words surprised even me.
"Are you sure? You don't have to."
All I could do was nod.
I remember the moment well. She was tall--nearly six feet tall--and had
black hair down to the middle of her back. Sharp blue eyes peered out from
under that hair, and mesmerized me from the beginning. With out a bra on,
the nipples of her full chest poked out of her white tank top. She had a
beautifully round butt that seemingly jumped when she stepped. A pair of
long, tan legs punctuated her lean frame. From head to toe, she was the
total package.
My favorite days were when she did laundry. She would hang her
jeans in front of her apartment and I couldn't help but fantasize. I knew
what those jeans looked like when they came to life--a full butt that was
enough to keep your mind busy and legs that stretched on and on. I could
only imagine what it would be like to slowly take those jeans off and
uncover her treasures.
Maybe it was how I watched her hang her jeans or get her mail, but
before long it was clear that she knew I wanted her. She started leaving
her window open as she cooked in the kitchen. She spent more time in front
of our apartment complex. One day, after I took the trash out, she was
walking to check her mail and started to talk to me. It was a friendly
enough conversation--we introduced our jobs and ourselves, we talked about
where we were from and how we liked this apartment complex. It was an
innocent interaction, but I was on cloud nine.
A few weeks later, there was a knock on my door. It was her. It
took me a minute to calm my nerves and ask her what she needed. She
explained she locked herself out of her apartment and the manager was
coming to let her in. She was wondering if maybe she, "could hang out here
until he came by."
I said yes so quickly that I almost stumbled over the simple word.
As she entered my apartment, I noticed that she had on those jeans and I
tried to quickly tidy up the place as I offered her a seat on the couch.
"I was just making some dinner. Would you care for some?"
"Um, sure, what are you making?" She replied.
I tried to remain as calm as I could, "Just some chicken and
rice. Sound good?"
"Sure, what can I do to help?"
She came to the kitchen and I told her that I was almost done and
to just open a bottle of wine and relax. She poured both of us a glass and
stayed in the kitchen and we talked. The conversation flowed pretty
naturally and before I knew it we were making jokes and getting along quite
well.
We sat down to eat and the ease of our conversation continued.
After the meal, and another glass of wine, the conversation slowed.
"So, I guess our manager isn't that prompt of a guy?" I asked.
"I'm so sorry, am I keeping you from something?" She replied.
Her sharp blue eyes and dark hair framed her face beautifully. She
could stay here forever, as far as I was concerned. After a few minutes of
watching TV, I put my arm along the back of the couch, behind her
shoulders. She looked at me, smiled and put her hand on my knee. That was
enough to get me hard and I struggled to hide my excitement. I leaned
toward her and looked at her beautiful eyes. She leaned toward me and our
lips pensively touched. Carefully our mouths parted and tongues came
together. She laid back and our kissing became more aggressive.
She moved her hand through my hair, down my back and rubbed my cock. I
pulled her shirt over her head and freed her full breasts. She sat up and
pushed my back against the couch. In one deft movement, she pulled my
pants off and found my rock hard cock. She played with it for and soon was
taking my entire length in her mouth. She was clearly an expert as she
played with my tip, licked my balls and kissed my back door. The latter
was surprising and something I had not experienced before, but couldn't
help but like.
It wasn't long before I was ready to explode, so I pulled her up to my face
and kissed her passionately. I turned her onto the couch and rubbed her
pussy through her jeans. But I didn't find a pussy. I felt a hardening
cock under those jeans and surprisedly looked up at her.
"I'm sorry, I should have told you." She said as the excitement left her
eyes.
Realizing what I had come upon, I needed a minute to process this
information. I looked up at those beautiful eyes, framed by that raven's
black hair, and saw her soft and full lips. My heart melted.
"I'm okay with it." The words surprised even me.
"Are you sure? You don't have to."
All I could do was nod.