Chapter 06- Apartment 840 - The Smiths
January 10, 2019
2:00 pm appointment-
I was sitting at my table with my computer opened up to Google Calendar when I heard laughing and quiet banter between a man and woman as they walked up the stairs. It was quickly followed by a knock on my door. I didn't need to look at my calendar to see who it was, I knew them all too well, and ever so intimately.
Arnold and Charlotte Smith.
They were not the first tenets to move in after I bought the complex five years ago, but they were close. Back then Arnold was forty-five, tall and handsome, and very fit. He was a weightlifter and trainer, and that was how he met Charlotte.
At the gym.
She was not like Arnold at all, she had gone to the gym and even hired Arnold to be her trainer, but quickly realized she liked him working out her body way more than doing so herself. It didn't matter to her that Arnold was nineteen years older than her. By the time I met her she was twenty-six, but she had been nineteen when she met Arnold and twenty-one when they got married.
When they moved into Beachside Estates, they had just come from Washington D.C., and before that, Frankston Australia. Why they would ever leave Australia was never really explained, but they had dual citizenship and so here they were.
As I stood up to open the door I could still remember meeting them for the first time five years ago like it was today...
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April 25, 2014 -
Opening the door I was greeted by a smiling couple. He was much taller than me. Close to six foot four inches, while his wife was so short that she was nearly half his height, standing four feet two inches tall. He was long and lanky but also thick and wide with rolls of rippling muscles. She was beautiful in the face, having elegant features, an oval face with a sharp square jaw, and a hawkish nose. Her eyes were big and bright blue, and her hair was a golden blonde.
Completely natural.
As for her shape, from the front, as I ogled her, in an ultra tight white mini-dress that ended at the bottoms of her buttocks; she had a petite, very boyish, figure with broad shoulders. Her breasts were small, and her ribs led to an almost shapeless waist before leading to only slightly wider hips. It wasn't until I stepped aside and let them in, and I saw her profile, did I see just how shapely she really was. From the side it was very noticeable that she had very nice A-cup breasts. She had large shoulder blades, and an alluring sinuous curve to her belly as it sloped inward from her chest, down to her navel, before climbing a small hill just below and diving down between her thighs.
As appealing as the curve of her breasts and belly were, her back side was just as divine. From her shoulder blades her back curved down to the small of her back before climbing up the large magnificent mountains of her buttocks that stuck straight out the back like two large capital-Cs. They did nothing to broaden her hips, but then, as long as I was looking at her from the side, she didn't need broad hips to be sexy as hell! Below her mini-skirt her legs were just shapely enough, with an inner curve up her inner thighs like an arrow pointing to her secret garden that stopped with only an inch of gap between her thighs, and she finished her ensemble with pink four inch heels.
"Good afternoon, I'm Arnold and this is my wife Charlotte," He said by way of introduction, "We saw that you have an apartment available to rent."
"Hello, I'm Jaiden Baystihl, and yes I do," I answered as I closed the door and motioned for them to sit in the two additional chairs at my table.
Sitting down across from them, I tried to not too obviously ogle Charlotte as I pulled out a brochure with the floor plan of the apartment. As they looked it over I explained the amenities Beachside Estates offers. They smiled and nodded, then without warning Charlotte, who had up to that point been sitting with her knees together, spread her thighs apart and flashed her white lace g-string at me!
Quite by accident my eyes moved to track the sudden movement and there it was!
Her white dress flipped up to ride high on her hips allowing me to see the soft, smooth, golden skin of her lower belly. Sheer white lace hid nothing of her soft hairless skin beneath, or the way her golden skin turned into full, plump, pink labia that mostly hid glistening pink petals within.
Arnold cleared his throat and I realized I had stopped talking and was just staring. I almost apologized, but as I was gathering my thoughts before looking up at their smirking faces, another movement caught my eye and I looked before I thought to stop myself!
It was Charlotte!
She had laid her hand very casually on Arnold's thigh when they first sat down, but once she spread her legs apart, and I was gazing intently at her pussy; she reached over, grabbed a handful of her husbands dick and balls, and dug in her nails as her arousal began to turn her lace g-string completely transparent. As my eyes opened wider and wider, I watched in surreal slow motion as Charlotte slowly dug her nails into Arnold's pants and scratched across his balls. Then she grabbed the thick meat of his organ and massaged its thick girth halfway down his pant's leg. Looking back at her now wet lace g-string, I felt a little pre-cum wet my own underwear as I imagined sinking my dick between her lips!
Arnold cleared his throat again and I blinked hard. Embarrassed, I looked at my table since I couldn't meet their lustful gazes after being caught so obviously leering at the man's wife right in front of him. Clearing my throat, I stood up and took the few quick steps to my refrigerator and retrieved a bottle of water and asked, "Would you two like some water?"
"No thank you," Charlotte answered in an amused purr.
Turning back to them I suggested, "Then why don't I take you over to view the apartment?"
"Okay," They answered, but as Charlotte started to stand she hooked her g-string with her thumbs, and while Arnold pretended to not notice anything, she pulled her mini-dress and her panties down to her mid-thighs. Arnold moved around behind her and started for the door as Charlotte's eyes met mine, and with a smirk she shifted her weight, shimming her hips and thighs, and let her panties drop to the floor!
Arnold offered her his arm and he led her out of my apartment while I quickly stepped over and picked up her panties. Bringing them up to my nose, I inhaled her scent. Sticking out my tongue, I licked the shear material and tasted her flavor. Glancing quickly at the door, I balled up Charlotte's panties and slipped them into my pocket before following the couple downstairs. Meeting the grinning pair outside, I led them to apartment 840.
The pool in the center common area in between the eight buildings that made up the complex was pretty self-evident, so I didn't say much about it as we walked. Building eight was directly across from my building, and was a quick walk before we were climbing the stairs to the second floor. I unlocked the apartment and walked in, and pointed out the upgrades I added as soon as the apartment was vacant. All the while, Arnold and Charlotte smiled and asked good questions up until we were standing in the middle of the living room. Arnold was standing there with Charlotte hanging on his arm, and he said, "We love the apartment, and the money isn't an issue at all. So how much?"
I was confused at first, and distracted because Charlotte was shifting her weight back and forth from one leg to the other, making her dress inch up little by little until her pussy and half her ass was clearly visible. While staring at the pretty cleavage of her pussy-lips I answered, "Eight hundred a month and a security deposit of half one months rent."
"So twelve hundred to move in," Arnold replied as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a roll of hundred dollar bills. He counted out twelve bills and then paused, "But that wasn't what I was asking. What I was asking was, how much will you knock off the rent if Charlotte sucks your cock?"
I was so shocked my mouth wouldn't even work, though I think my eyes must have looked like saucers. Charlotte chuckled, and then she stepped away from Arnold and pulled her dress up and pulled the top down to her waist and did a little dance as she turned in a circle.
"Okay, so, maybe that isn't enough," Arnold mused with a devious smirk, "How about she not only sucks your dick, but she also fucks your brains out of your head?"
Charlotte stopped her pirouette and stepped in close until her mouth brushed against mine. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and with one hand she took mine and guided me to her smooth pussy-lips while her other hand grabbed my dick and testicles through my pants.
"Of course, I want to be there to watch," Arnold continued, "So, how about it?"
Charlotte squeezed my balls and scratched her nails up my dick, and my brain finally started working again. Wrapping a hand around her waist I grabbed a handful of her ass and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Once I released her I took a step back only to have her step forward and slip her hand down the front of my pants and grabbed my dick and balls as she purred, "You can't escape me now baby! I won't be happy until I feel you inside me... It just makes me want to cum so badly while my sugar daddy watches you sliding in and out of me! And, when I am finished with you... Only then will I let you shoot your cum inside while daddy watches..."
"Fuck me!" Was all I could manage to say as she tightened her fingers around my balls.
"Oh! I intend to," She whispered as she leaned in and kissed me, and then like flipping a switch, she stopped.
