In most people's lives there are experiences that engrave themselves into their soul. I have several such sexual experiences, that; even years later, cause me to experience increased desire as they replay in the theater of my mind. I will share these true stories from time to time, with the hope that you enjoy them as much as I did living them.
The month of July of my 38th year found me single following a marriage of fourteen years. I moved to a luxury apartment complex two miles from my retail store, which allowed freedom to be close to business in the event of problems, but also to spend much more time enjoying Summer activities while the hired help kept things on an even keel.
During the next two weeks I met most of my neighbors, predominately single guys and young married couples just getting established in their careers. I found little in common with the majority of them. However in a ground floor apartment in the next building lived a single lady, we had spoken several time as we left the complex or returned from work; I had the distinct feeling that she was attached, but had never seen a male coming or going from her apartment.
Jill was about 28, 5-5, 115 pounds with short brown hair, blue eyes, a few freckles framing her pixie-looking nose. She had nice sized breasts, guessed about a 34B; but I was hard pressed to decide if the best view was coming or going, as her ass was as perfect as a sculptor could create. With her soft southern accent, I found my self getting hard during casual conversation; but, thinking that I would be fishing in another man's pond, I kept my distance.
On the last Saturday of July, with the forecast for temperatures into the triple digits, I left for my store to process the daily receipts and make a bank deposit. As I backed out of my garage, I noticed Jill has taken a recliner and was tanning next to her apartment; she was laying face down, wearing a bikini that did little to hide her beautiful globes. I beeped the car horn as I left and was rewarded with a backhanded wave.
I returned home after three hours and saw that Jill was still on her recliner, in spite of the glaring afternoon sun and temperatures that had exceed the century mark. I fixed myself a tall iced tea, along with a second for my neighbor. When I stood next to her, I could see that she had severely burned her back and legs, I called to her, "Jill...Jill...Jill!!!"
She raised up slowly, having fallen asleep in the sun; and when she turned on her back she quickly gave an exclamation of pain. "What will I do now?" she demanded, "I am a clothing buyer for a chain of stores and as suppose to try on a dozen different ladies suits tomorrow; with this burn, it will be torture!"