The morning was cool and the air was crisp. I slid into my running leggings and top. Slipped on my sneakers and grabbed a light weight jacket. As I close my apartment door and head for the elevator I run smack into the most gorgeous male specimen I've ever seen. He was tall, maybe 6'3". His weight was in the low 200's. His shoulders were bulging from the many hours that he'd spent at the gym. I often passed him in the hall way just after he'd returned. He would fill the entire hallway with his raw sweaty aroma. I don't know how someone could have sexy smelling sweat at that level, but it makes my knees go weak!
I must have been five shades of embarrassed because for the life of me I couldn't find my words or catch my breath. I had dreamt of making contact with his tight body so often that I felt like I knew every inch of it already.
He looks up at me with his drop dead gorgeous smile and I immediately feel the wetness spread through my luscious lips. My clit was still swollen from the earlier masturbating while dreaming about his amazing psych. His words ran through my ears like liquid lava when he asked if I was okay.