I pull up in front of your apartment building. I pause to check my appearance in the rearview mirror. I run my fingers through my hair and shake my head just enough to give it that tousled look that seems to
drive men crazy. I exit the car and stroll into the building smiling at my reflection in the mirrored walls of your lobby; golden complexion, kinky twists curling softly about my face and neck, spaghetti strap tank top that clings to my breasts as they jiggle slightly with my every step, low-rise, cropped denim jeans accentuating my round ass perfectly and blue strappy sandals with three-inch "fuck me" heels.
My mind wanders during the elevator climb to the 14th floor. I anticipate the dick that awaits me. I tease my erect nipples through my tank top. My face flushes and my breathing intensifies. Then the elevator slows to a stop. I take a moment to compose myself. Luckily I'm not wearing panties otherwise they'd be drenched. I glide to the door marked 1422 and ring the bell. I can hear the chimes pealing inside your apartment. I step slightly to the right so you can't see me through the peephole. Still, you swing your door open and peer out into the hallway. Your head swivels right then left until our gazes meet. You exhale then shout, "GODDAMN!"