As I slam the door of my apartment and turn to head down the hallway to the stairs, I see her coming towards me, my Neighbour who lives two apartments across from me. As I mutter a friendly neighbourly 'hello', she replies with a friendly greeting and keeps walking. As I brush past her I notice the smell of the perfume she wears, it is quite pleasing as it lingers in the air. I stop at the top of the stairs and look back as she goes through her apartment door, I think of how attractive she is and consider asking her out for a coffee sometime. But I quickly dismiss this as a ridiculous thought and continue down the stairs. As I get in my car I realise that the smell and image of my neighbour won't leave my mind. I feel an overwhelming amount of arousal, I start daydreaming; I go over each part of her body creating an image of her in my dream. I start with her long seductive legs which always catch my eyes first; I imagine her running her hands over the bare smooth skin of her legs and her slender slim lascivious body. As I'm picturing this I realise that all this has lead to a lot of blood running around my body. I undo my pants and start slowly stroking my erect penis, oblivious to everything around me.
As I continue constructing my image of her, I work my way up her body, her petite breast, nipples erect. Her long lusterious long brown hair covering her bare shoulders and her pale white milky skin which illuminates her features. Her red lustful wet lips as her tongue runs between them, Her Small nose which sits between her most beautiful, most desirable part of her face, her seductive hazel eyes. My imagination turns to her rubbing her slender thighs tightly together as she slowly caresses herself between her legs with her long fingers. The speed of my strokes and breathing increases as I tremble to orgasm. My little box of Ecstasy slowly dissipates as I find myself in the carpark of the apartment block in broad daylight with something wet and sticky in my briefs.
Irritatingly working at the counter I finish helping another satisfied customer. I then notice her as she enters the shop, my neighbour. My eyes follow her as she walks in and starts looking through the books. As she disappears behind a shelf, I quickly gesture to my co-worker to take the cash register and head towards her. As I round the corner an unexpected confidence takes over. The first thing I notice is the yellow slim fitting dress she is wearing. It reveals her ideal figure, her slim hips and her small breasts clad tightly in the material. As she bends down to look at something on the bottom shelf her short hem of her dress rises to reveal the flesh of the top of her thighs. A rush of blood flows to my head and I'm just able to spit out. "Hey how can I help you today?" Her face turns to me and she rises. "Hey, Im looking for Johannes Dream," her eyes are so striking I can't take my gaze away and find myself staring. "Ah yes ....... I don't think we have that in, but I can order that one in for you if you like?" I can smell that same sensual perfume.
"Hmm maybe, could you recommend me anything else, maybe similar to Johannes Dream, something light and easy maybe a bit of romance" she smiles and I suddenly feel warm all over.
"I can recommend you this, It's a personal favourite," as I walk down the isle she follows. I hand her a book and she looks at me in a contemplating stare and asks "I recognise you, you're my neighbour right." I reply with simple yes.
"I'm so sorry it took me so long to remember you, I thought your face was familiar." she smiles and turns and scans the blurb. "I think ill take this one thanks and ill get back to you if I like it."
"You won't be disappointed with you choice it's great and a light read. John Grismore is a great writer." I take the book to the counter were she pays for it .As she leaves I gesture my mechanical employee Valediction of 'have a nice day'. She replies with a smile and a goodbye .As she walks out the door, I watch her behind in that tightly clad dress. I can just make out the panty line, the thought of her bare ass cheeks under that dress leads to something going very hard and a wave of embarrassments flows over me.
I drift off into another daydream when the customers thin out. I contemplate the chances in my mind of her actually replying, I come to the conclusion that I'm not even in her league, a guy that works a pity, poor paying job in a bookshop, drives a dilapidated car and has only above average looks, There seems to be no chance. But I can't stop thinking about her, I ponder what her personality is like and make up imaginary conversation which I will have with her, next time we met in the hallway.
I return home from my morning run on Sunday to find a letter that has been slid under the door. I fall exhaustedly on the couch and I open it with out having no Idea who it is from. Then I suddenly realise as my memory sends a bolt of electricity through my brain. I tear it open excitedly with anticipation but all the letter says is call me, with a number and a thank you from lily. My neighbour has left my mind for the last couple of weeks; I haven't even seen her in the hallway. I forgot all about it, it just slipped my mind. I thought I had no chance. I try not to get my hopes up and try to stay complacent. She only might want to thank me. I can't even remember what book I sold her.
I call and she sounds generally pleased and can't stop thanking me, she asks if I want to come over and discuss the book, I don't decline. I hang up feeling pleased but still an air of uncertainty hangs over my head.
As she welcomes me into her apartment, I try to feel calm but the anxiety wins out. She is wearing another dress, short and revealing and covering her long legs are black nylon stockings which lead up them long lustrous legs. I think to myself she's a bit overdressed from meeting me to discuss a book. I come to the quick conclusion she must be going out later on tonight. Her face is bright and beautiful her hairs tied back revealing her forehead which lights her face up. She heads to the kitchen as I sit down on the couch. She calls back to me "do you want some wine it's a red nothing special," I accept the offer and hope it loosen me up, I feel like someone is twisting something inside my body. I notice the book on the arm rest, Johannes Dream and suddenly it all comes together as I remember the story line, the vast amounts of erotic content.