When Jack moved in to his new flat, he was not expecting to meet Sarah: the curvy brunette from next door. Arms full of boxes and her concentrating on her phone, neither saw the other coming! Lying flat on his back, with her on top of him was definitely a surprise. She, embarrassed, scrambled off him quickly and apologised before running out the lobby door. Jack seemed to have lost the ability to speak, and just grunted in reply. He couldn't help but stare at her round bottom as she left, perfectly shaped by her yoga pants. He suddenly realised his mouth was open.
In his first few months of living there they'd met occasionally in the hall, exchanged pleasantries and once shared a lift. Each time they met he studied a new part of her, she was beautiful. Her body toned and curvy, the way her hair fell across her face, her legs shapely and her breasts. Oh her breasts, Jack had to admit he was definitely a breast man. He longed to kiss her luscious lips and pleasure her, and it was on a hot Saturday morning that he finally got his chance.
"arghh why won't you work!" Sarah had been trying without fail to get the communal washer to start and had finally lost her patience. The machine had eaten her money, the door was jammed and her favourite bikini lost within it. Jack had watched with amusement, his sexy brunette wrestling with the machine. He'd offered to help but she told him she was fine and could handle it. He admired her independence and was also enjoying the view in those skimpy shorts.
"Will you stop smirking! Oh it's too hot for this!"
"I thought you were a feminist?"
"Does it look like I don't shave?" She said, hand on hip. Jack chuckled, she's feisty and funny.
"Can you help me or not?" she said as a small smile crept across her face.
Jack toyed with the idea of playing hard to get, but he never was very good at playing chess and didn't want to lose catching his queen.