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I had lived in the city for almost two years at the time of this story, in an old apartment that had “character”. I was living alone for about nine months, after which my girlfriend moved in with me after a dispute with her old roommate.We lived in that apartment for about five months until our landlord announced to us that a better unit on the property was available for rent. Growing tired of living in an old, dusty apartment in Florida with only two window units to cool us off, we reluctantly accepted the offer for the much more modern, air-conditioned apartment.It had been a few months since we moved into our new place and we were fairly settled in and comfortable. My girlfriend complained sometimes that she missed our old apartment and its unique style. I tended to agree, however, our old apartment was now occupied.Katie moved into our old place only a few weeks after we moved out. Our apartment complex was rather small, and from our kitchen window, we had a perfect view of where we started out.One day, while my girlfriend was at work, I was sitting on the couch, I heard a car door shut just outside of our kitchen window. My curiosity got the best of me and I wanted to see who was now residing in my old home.I expected an older single person, as we were the youngest tenants on the property at twenty-four and twenty-five. What I didn’t expect to see was a beautiful blonde woman: mid-thirties, round hips, thick legs, big shapely tits, and an incredibly toned-but-fat ass, moving things into her new apartment.Immediately my cock began to get hard, thinking of how hot her body must look underneath her short athletic shorts and tight tank top. I imagined her tanned naked body, shining with sweat in the Florida sun, accentuating her amazing curves.My mind was racing with fantasies of helping her move some boxes and her thanking me with a flash or maybe even a blowjob, or maybe she’d even fuck me! And just when I had gotten the courage to walk next door to ask if she needed help, she walked inside and did not return. And well, I had to settle for my imagination that afternoon.The next couple of days I spent doing my usual routine. I worked a 9-5 job and my girlfriend worked in the service industry. Our schedules were a good mix of time together and time to ourselves. Our sex life was good, and we communicated well about our lusts and fantasies. She knew I loved MILFs, and she knew I loved thick women.It was a Wednesday afternoon. I had gotten home from work about 5:30, just as my girlfriend was getting ready to head to work for the night. I gave her a kiss and told her about my day as she was applying the finishing touches to her makeup. She really was beautiful, and she Kartal Escort was my best friend — sappy, but true.As she was tying her shoes, she mentioned that she had met our new neighbor earlier that day. I remember feeling my breath begin to shorten, wondering what her name was, things about her to add to my fantasies, anything.She told me her name was Katie and that she moved to the city to be closer to her family. She had been living in another state since graduating college and was ready to come home and explore what was new in our blossoming town.Knowing my taste in women, she made a note to tell me that she was definitely someone I would find attractive (as though I didn’t already know).And just as she was walking out of the front door, she said to me, “Why don’t you go and offer to help her settle into our old home?”She winked, and left for work.I couldn’t believe it. Did my girlfriend really just suggest I make a move on our new neighbor? I mean, we had discussed introducing new sexual partners and possibly having an open relationship, but it had never been so blatant before! All I knew was that I now had permission to attempt to experience a fantasy I’d had for years and years.I hopped in the shower, making sure I groomed myself; anything to boost my confidence. I threw on a pair of gym shorts, a fresh t-shirt and headed out the door. Every step I took, my heart beat faster and harder. By the time I reached the door to my old apartment, I could hear my heart pounding hard and fast. And with a deep breath, I knocked on the door I had entered a thousand times.I heard the familiar sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, and another familiar sound of the deadbolt unlocking.She opened the door, and there she stood not a foot away from me. She had on an old t-shirt, and from what I remembered from her in the tank top, she was not wearing a bra today.She said, “Hi, you’re from next door, right?”Nervously, I uttered a simple, “Yeah, this was my apartment — well, our apartment I mean — before we moved next door.”She replied, “Yes, I met your girlfriend? earlier today. She mentioned you had the rest of the afternoon off and could maybe help me get a little more ~comfortable~ in my new home.”She winked and moved a little closer and I’m sure she could hear my heart beating rapidly, being that she stood just below my chin.I managed to utter another sentence and asked, “What is it you need me to do for you? My afternoon is yours.”Firing a kinky smirk in my direction, she teased, “Oh I know it is.”She told me to come inside and joked that she didn’t need to give me a tour, that I probably knew the place better than her anyway and I chuckled Kartal Escort Bayan at her little joke.My old place had a set of stairs placed directly in front of the entryway, and there was only space for one person to walk up.As she turned and began to walk upstairs, I followed behind, my face just inches away from her perfectly round and firm ass. I desperately wanted to grab her right then and there and just fuck her wildly on the stairs. I wanted so badly to grab her hips and stuff my nose into her asshole while I tasted her smooth, fat pussy, still sweaty from moving in the sun.As I got lost in her smooth cheeks, covered only by a pair of thin cotton green shorts, her large plump pussy lips pressed so perfectly against the fabric, she turned just slightly to tell me something and caught me staring. I tried to move quickly enough so that she didn’t notice, but I was unsuccessful. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and ears, positive that they were very red from embarrassment. She snickered, suggesting that she knew I was staring, but I could tell she liked that I was checking her out.When she reached the top of the stairs, she paused to wait for me to join her, and being in the small landing at the top, we stood only breaths away from each other.Just feeling her presence was turning me on, and I could feel my cock growing in my loose shorts. Thankfully, she turned into the living room and began telling me what she needed help with.“I got a bunch of furniture today, but I’m just terrible at building it. Are you any good with things like this?” she asked.Confidently, I said, “Yeah, no problem. I actually enjoy that kind of stuff. It’s like putting together a model, like when I was a kid. But, ya know, bigger.”She laughed, and as she did, I noticed her big heavy tits bounce in her loose shirt. I wanted to have a look under there so badly, but I held back, not wanting her to think I was there to take advantage of her. Hell, I didn’t know what she and my girlfriend had said, whether she knew I had a pass to fuck her or what!I got started building her furniture while she cleaned up some of the packing stuff from the last few days. It started to get hot and I felt a sense of deja vu from when I lived here. I used to walk around in my boxers on really warm days, so I didn’t think anything of it and I decided to take my shirt off and continue my work.Katie had been playing music for us and although her music taste wasn’t the same as mine, it also wasn’t bad. After a short while, she came into the living room to ask me if I wanted to listen to anything specific, and was caught by surprise to see me working shirtless. Escort Kartal I could tell she found me attractive; it happened quickly, but I saw her eyes move from my chest to my waist, and for just a moment, she was definitely eyeing my cock in my shorts.I’m not very built, but I’m in good shape. I have tattoos, a good amount of body hair, all of which my girlfriend loved. She also wasn’t the first person in my life to compliment me on it.I smiled at Katie and she smiled back, after which she apologized, “Sorry for staring, I just haven’t seen a man’s body in a while with the move and everything.”I replied, “It’s perfectly fine, I don’t mind. You just let me be your handyman, you can look all you like.”Playfully, I began building her furniture. I exaggerated my movements, was striking poses, really putting on a show for her. She laughed and cheered me on and I felt like an exotic dancer, or an escort even. It was fun and I could tell she really enjoyed it.She then said, “Okay Mr. Handyman, I’ll let you finish your work while I go finish some stuff in the other room.”I nodded in agreement, watching as she shuffled out of the room. Her fat perky ass jiggled as she moved and I felt my dick getting hard again, which made me wonder whether or not I was going to see any action. I thought for a moment maybe she really did just want to look, not touch. Either way, I was happy to be in my position.I put the final pieces together for her TV stand, her coffee table, and her side table. There were boxes laying about, still unpacked, so I went to find Katie and ask her if she needed help unpacking anything.As I approached the bedroom, I took the opportunity to spy on her a little. She looked so fucking sexy in her moving clothes, I just wanted to soak it all in so I could jerk off to the image of her later if I struck out or she wasn’t interested.I stood at the landing, careful not to make too much noise, and peeked into the bedroom that was once mine. She was unpacking some clothing and was bent over towards the floor. From my angle, I could see a perfect peek down her t-shirt. Her plump, heavy tits were hanging down, and I could almost see her nipples, but I could really only see those beautiful mounds. I must have been in a daze, drooling maybe, because she stood up and saw me staring and I couldn’t react fast enough. I was absolutely caught.She giggled and asked, “What are you doing spying on me? What is it you’re trying to see?”Embarrassed to the teeth, shakily I said, “I’m very sorry for staring. You’re incredibly sexy, and I have to admit, this isn’t the first time I’ve spied on you before.”She started coming towards the door and said, “Really? Well then answer my question. What is it you’re trying to see?”By the end of her question, she was standing in the doorway.I choked on my words to say, “To be completely honest, I would love to see your big tits. I saw you in a tank top the other day and knew they were big, and ever since then I’ve imagined what they look like.”
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