It was a steamy hot July afternoon. The haze in the air made everything feel even hotter, if that were possible, and I was driving my truck to help Jenn do some final moving into her new apartment.
Jenn was about 19 and had just graduated from the group home were I worked. She was a sweet girl and had no family in the area so when she called me for help I couldn't really refuse. Not to mention that her figure was something undeniably addicting to the eyes. Her hair was jet-black, shoulder-length and it framed her sad eyes beautifully. Only about five feet tall, the curves of her wide hips and 38-D breasts appeared all the more exaggerated. She was Peruvian by birth but adopted into her family, nut a falling out left her alone for this move. I have to admit now that I had a bit more than a crush on her with her steamy latin looks, ever so plump curves and breasts the size of cantaloupes.
I arrived at the address and ascended the 3 flights of stairs and knocked on her door. Jenn answered and opened the door.
She was dressed in a tight baby-doll tank top that clung to her perfect breasts. I could see her tits bouncing a little underneath the light clingy fabric. She was not wearing a bra and her black spandex shorts showed that in the months she had left the group home that she'd probably been working out.
"I'm sorry," she said, clearly flustered. "I'm still in my pajamas. I can't find any clothes at all! I think all my clothes must be in the storage unit. And I don't have a key!"
The third floor of the unit was stifling in its heat. I was sweating already and we'd not begun to move anything. The couch was askew in the center of the room and there was an uninstalled air-conditioner on the floor.
Jenn was clearly getting stressed out. She called her former roommate and left a message about the key to the storage unit.
"If I don't have my stuff out of there by the end of the month, I have to pay for another whole year! I can't afford it." Jenn sat on the couch and started to cry."
I sat next to her trying to calm her. Clearly, the move was not going as well as she'd hoped.
"What can I do to help?" I asked.
"I don't know. I shouldn't have asked you up here. I'm so sorry." She started sobbing and turned her head into my shoulder. Her tears getting absorbed in my sweaty shirt. I put my arms around her. Damn she felt good. Her soft breasts pressed against me and I could feel my cock get a bit hard.
"I tell you what," I said, "why don't I get the AC installed and we can sort out stuff and get your bed set up and do all the major stuff. If we hear about the key, I'll drive you and we can get the rest of your stuff."
"Thank you," she said, her tears disappearing. We both realized I was still holding her.
"I don't want to start yet. This feels good." She nestled further into my embrace and I kissed the top of her head. I pulled her up to me to whisper into her ear.
"I like it too. Maybe too much." I said. Our cheeks felt incredible next to each others. I kissed her cheek and we slowly moved our lips closer.
Our lips met almost accidentally and we kissed. Her thick pouty lips were as soft as petals as we enjoyed the moment.
"Oh God," Jenn said, "I've wanted to do that for the longest time."
"Would you think less of me if I said I wanted to also?" I asked.
"Oh God no. I've wanted to be with you for the longest time. I just never thought it was possible."
