A girl stood looking out the window of her apartment, a hand on one hip, the other placed against the window, which was fogged over with condensation. She had soft skin of a color that reminds one of caramel, smooth and delicious. Her eyes were a dark brown, topped with fine eyebrows that flew along the lines of her high forehead. Down her back spilled raven-dark hair, straight and glossy wherever the light hit it. She had a small, soft-featured face, with full lips that were slightly puckered, as if she was constantly prepared to kiss someone, and pierced with a single ring. High cheeks and a strong, proud jaw line accentuated it all nicely, and led into a softly curved neck.
Fine fingers displayed across the window, long and tapering, slim like the body belonging to them. Wearing a thin tank top that fit to her body like a glove, the soft, supple curves of her breasts outlined nicely, and it left her stomach partially bare to reveal a hard set of abs. She had thin, muscular arms and a lightly curved pair of very feminine shoulders with an hourglass figure. Fit and sleek, she was, with long, killer legs and a firm rear highlighted in the spandex wrapped around her flesh as if they were worn to further get the point across.
Starring up at her she winked, motioning her fingers inviting me in. I stood there frozen debating the gesture. She slid her hand over the contours of every inch of her being enticing the command even more. The sudden rush of blood loss from my brain through my veins felt like a bullet shot from a gun and headed south to pump command to the intent. My subtle wink to her as my tongue licked my lips caused her to plant herself firmer against the glass. Slowly she turned about-face placing her ass against the glass of the window bending ever slowly forward revealing the pear form of that luscious ass tightening the skin highlighting the core and its little bean. Enough was enough, as the bulge in my pants grew hard enough to induce pain from its confinement. I stepped forward one foot after the other rocketing towards the door.
Arriving at the door I turned the knob it was open. A spiral staircase to the left of the doors opening was spotlighted from the suns rays from the window above the door as if it was like a cliché destiny. Firm & proud with a clear conscious in silence i gradually ascended the steps. Upon standing at the top I looked to right and to the left. To the right was a door slightly opened in the distance down the long hallway. With sunlight shining through I could hear deep sighs escaping her body. I took slow quiet steps towards the door. As I got closer I saw the very clothes I witnessed from the sidewalk being tossed to the floor. No body just the clothes. Pushing the door opening revealed the bombshell leaning against the footboard of her bed, the bar indenting her cheeks. Her right foot rests on the bottom rung. The mystery ended when our eyes connected. As my eyes spotlight every inch of skin, her body tells me an interesting story...
