An unusually stunning redhead named Chloe had filled the occupancy of the apartment adjacent to 472 B, in late April. Only seeing her in passing, Alex found her to be thought provoking. She wasn't an a-typical attraction he was used to flaunting at his side, but there was an unmistakable way about her that he just couldn't ignore.
Chloe was for the most part, a free spirited individual who didn't rely on social norms to value her existence. Her view of the world was educated and uniquely analyzed. The type of persona she exhibited when walking through a room was playfully sexual and intriguing. Chloe could attract attention to herself without even trying. She was in fact what her friend once stated her as being, "the worst kind of cock-tease." The sexuality she exuded was so intertwined with her personality that she was blissfully unaware of the thoughts that men had about her. Her self assurance kept most men at a distance for not knowing how to approach her, and an over abundance of boys who befriended her in hopes of her choosing to make them a man.
Taking certain delight in spoiling the men she had been with, Chloe was always handed the role of the "teacher". The distinction was never made clear that she didn't have to play this role, that there were better roles to adhere to. It wasn't until the last encounter with a pupil she had been tutoring for six months that she put her foot down to the idea of welcoming a boy into her bed again.
While squinting with the light of morning welcoming her from the window, she felt the hard, pulsating rhythm of her wake up call against her silk and lace panties. With a smile she turned to him and slowly taunted the still sleeping pupil with a light stoke of her hand on his cock in hopes he would awake to fulfill her. Still not waking, she drew her head under the covers to begin licking the head of his cock diligently in small circles, suckling the first hint of pre-cum before devouring him fully into her mouth. To this, there was reaction of him starting to awake to her subtle demand to play with her. There was a slight moan and shift of his body to roll on his back allowing her more room to pleasure him. Enjoying her breakfast in bed she became more indulgent in her efforts to obtain his submission to her appetite. Echoing into her ears she heard an exasperated, "stop!"
Caught off guard she ceased all activity and reported back from under the covers to see what was wrong. His blue eyes were tinted with a cloud of anger that made her heart sink and breath halted. "All you do is objectify me, that's all I am, a penis to you," he snapped at her. " I can't handle you being this way all the time. I need my space." With that he facilitated a spree of "house cleaning," gathering what few items he had there before heading out the door. Chloe was taken aback by the events of that morning not knowing if she would be able to recover from such an absurd blow to her ego. Her friends lifted her spirits finding delightful amusement that she had caused her male counterpart a "sexual breakdown." The student made calls in attempt to reconcile, but alas his messages were left unanswered. This was back in February, now September it has proven to be the longest stretch of time she had gone without sex. Chloe was beginning to think she was going to have to pull her hair up and get out the books for class to be brought back to session.
There was very little time in Alex's work schedule to maintain any type of "normal" relationships. An overachiever not wrenched by materialism, he enjoyed the small amenities his apartment provided. One bedroom, wood floors, and an ambience of history that could not be explained, just acknowledged. The apartment building itself was built in the 20's atop what once was the state's first amusement park. His view out of the living room and bedroom were of the tree-lined riverbank below.
Living there for almost five years, he was anticipating the oncoming season already evolving in the trees. Alex had fleeting relationships with many women thru the time he has lived in his manor. He pursued his "toys" through the use of his seductive charms. Women that were chosen were not only based on physical attributes, but other qualities that would enter into his realm of sexual fantasy. Submission through adapted sexual identity was the core basis in this altered fantasy life. Knowing oneself, allowing the most intimate vulnerabilities be exposed without abuse or mistrust leads to the possibility of limitless pleasure. From the moment he first had seen Chloe he could envision her being with him, letting him open that door for her so they could feast upon each other's pleasures.
Alex headed down to the laundry mat that was kept under lock and key. He hated using the facility as it was drearily dark and the odor of wet musk inhabited the clothes he would wear. It was considerably late and the options were not available to go somewhere else. There was a chill in the air, but still warm enough to be able to wear a long sleeved shirt without being cold. He approached the laundry room surprised to see the light on. The flashes he had of being stuck in there with someone was the ultimate punishment, for there were only two washers and he had at least three loads when throwing bedding into the mix. "The bedding can wait," as he mentally prepared himself for making this as painless as possible. Taking a deep breath in, Alex turned the knob of the door and went inside.
His eyes darted back and forth looking, expecting to see another sitting or perhaps, pouring detergent to start a load. There was no one, just a laundry basket of folded clothes and a running dryer. Alex set down the large canvas laundry bag, opened it and began to fish in his pocket for enough quarters to start the load. He completed his task of getting out the detergent, filling the washers, and letting the machines work their magic. Alex had just sat down in the 70's styled orange, rounded, plastic chairs they had as a courtesy when he glanced into the basket of clothing on the table beside him. What caught his eye, were a pair of dainty panties folded on top. They were a pale yellow; see through with small, embroidered flowers and lace adorning the upper band that emphasizes the curves of the hips. His mind was flooded by the image of a faceless body that would gladly model the panties for him if they were there for him to ask to do so. Alex only had a few seconds to create his illusion when he heard the click of the doorknob and weight of the door being opened. The panty fixation dissipated quickly from his mind upon being startled as tried he to maintain normal composure.
With a gust a wind nipping behind her, Chloe entered the laundry room. Her eyes grew large and a smile enveloped her face as she saw Alex sitting there. Chloe had a book in hand and her cheeks were flushed with rose tinting from the change of temperature from outside. "Hello," Chloe offered as she walked to the dryer and put her book and keys down. She turned to him and said, " It's about time we have a formal introduction instead of cautious smiles when we see each other out in the hall." She walked to him and offered her hand, "I'm Chloe. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" she said playfully as Alex extended his hand to meet hers. "Alex…"as he drifted into distraction while studying her.
She was wearing a worn white men's undershirt with no bra. As the shirt clung to her it wasn't see through, but he could see her nipples were hardened from coming out from the cold. Distinctly pointing erect, he could even make out that they were a light pink in color. He couldn't hide from his interest in her with his eyes glued to her chest. Alex was caught in embarrassment when his eyes met hers and she had acknowledged, just with her eyes that he had been staring. To his delight, she winked and bit her bottom lip in a seductive smile. Turning away, with a hint of a laugh she opened the door to the dryer she had been using.
