"I'm here. What floor you on again?" I typed, hitting send and waiting for the reply.
I stood in the foyer of Fiona's building. She'd only moved into the building a few weeks ago, finally getting into her own place. Fiona had broken up with her ex only a few weeks ago and had been crashing with friends, couch surfing, while she was waiting for approval for a rental apartment. She was getting desperate, housing in our town is hard to come by so when this apartment came up, she jumped on the chance, sending in an application almost before she had read the description.
My phone buzzed, looking down at the screen "15th floor, number 1508. See ya soon xox" Was the reply from Fiona.
I punched in the call button, picking up the cooler bag at my feet. I'd stopped off on the way over and brought a nice bottle of wine. Ok, maybe I'd brought two. I'm not a wine drinker myself, but I knew Fiona was a fan of a decent bottle. I'd grabbed a bottle of rum for me. I figured we would have a lazy afternoon chilling out, having a few quiet drinks as we celebrated her new found 'freedom' as she put it and I was only more than happy to spend time with her. The elevator doors opened. Stepping in I mashed the button for floor 15, leaning back on the back wall of the elevator enjoying the cheesy elevator music that all elevators seem to be playing. With a little bump, the elevator started its journey to the 15th floor.
Maybe I should wind things back a bit here. Fiona and I met through work. We'd both started working at our company on the same day, going through training together. It was by chance I sat next to her that day. We introduced ourselves and hit it off quickly. Fiona's stunning. About 5ft 2, 130lbs, Long brunette hair, Hazel eyes, Nice round ass, Firm 38DD boobs (hey, I'm a red blooded male, of course I checked her out) and one of the funniest personalities I've met. I'm nothing special, 6ft 3, 240lb of mostly muscle. I'm not 6 pack model, but I lift weights, train martial arts a few times a week and generally like to look after myself. Over the weeks we grew a friendship that saw us catching up after work for drinks, hanging out on days off and enjoying each others company. We shared stories, spoke to each other about everything as we become comfortable with each others presence and in short order became thick as thieves. That's when she told me about the troubles with her ex. Long story short, they ended up going their seperate ways. Which leads us to basically where we are now.
Bing
I shook my head, clearing my mind from its reverie as the doors opened. I wandered down the hall, apartment 8 would be right down the end, since there was only 8 per floor. Turns out she had scored the jackpot with this place, being right on the end, she had no neighbours to worry about, and a view of the mountains from her balcony that none of the other places on her floor would get.
I hit the buzzer beside her door, hearing her feet softly thud on the floor as she came to the door. As the door opened I was greeted by Fiona, silver coloured spaghetti strap singlet, barely covering her amazing tits, tight denim skirt that reached half way down her thighs, just, that didn't require much imagination to know it was showing off her ass.
"Hey Red," she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck, stepping onto her tip toes to reach. I leaned in, snaking my right arm around her back, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey Fi," I replied, "fucking sweet pad you scored." I continued as she untangled herself from me.
"Not bad huh, I still can't believe I managed to score it," she said as she turned around, leading me into the living room.
"I mean shit, look at the view, I still haven't unpacked all my stuff. I keep getting lost just sitting on the couch and staring out at it," Fi said motioning to the balcony and the incredible view beyond. I couldn't disagree, but the view I had as she sauntered in front of me made my cock twitch, that skirt hugging her curves in all the right places.
"I can't blame you, it's impressive that's for sure," I replied as I dragged my eyes up to admire what she was seeing, just in time to see her looking over her shoulder, eye brow raised and a smirk on her face.
Busted I chuckled to myself as she turned away and dropped herself onto the couch.
"Drink?" I asked, as I dropped the cooler onto the counter top in the open plan kitchen, "I grabbed a couple of bottles of white and some rum?" I continued as I pulled the bottles out of the bag.
"Red, you know I can't stand rum," giggling, "The wine please" was the reply.
"Yeah, well you never know, one of these days you might want to give it a try," I shot back as I turned around trying to figure out where the glasses were hiding.
"Top cupboard, beside the fridge" Fi directed. I grabbed out 2 glasses, pouring out a wine and a straight rum for myself. I have never been a fan of mixing rum with anything. I grabbed our drinks and headed over to the couch, handing Fi her wine as I settled into the couch.
"Thanks," Fi said, swinging her feet up onto the couch between us, "I've been hanging for this all day" she said taking a sip.
"No problems, I'll admit I've been keen to hang out. How you settling in?" I asked.
"Getting there. It's weird having the place to myself. I mean it's perfect for me, but you know after so long living with another person, it's, weird" She stated.
"I can imagine, just think, you've got all this space for activities," I said giving her a wink and a smirk, "who knows what you can get up to."
"I can run around naked if I want, not like anyone can peek in right," Fi said with a laugh.
I'd tuned out for a second, my mind wandering to the image of this cutie prancing around in nothing but her birthday suit, her toned body free from the confines of clothing.
