I threw together this story in a weekend, an attempt at a shorter and simpler story which is more about the idea than the details. For anyone who does appreciate my more typical stories, fear not--I am also working on one of those.
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Paul turned the knob of the entry door of the condominium apartment and stepped inside from the hallway after three successive knocks on the door elicited no response. It was not the first time he had let himself into one of his neighbors' homes; it was unlikely to be his last.
On that particular afternoon he was quite pleased by the scene onto which he entered. His lovely young neighbor across the hall, Crystal, a woman in her mid-to-late twenties with supple skin the color of evaporated milk and long, wavy strawberry blonde hair which came halfway down her back, was obliviously dancing in the middle of her living room while wearing headphones and nothing else. She was rocking out to something good because she needed to hold the headphones in place on her ears with both hands while bopping her head, with her eyes shut and light pink lips mouthing words, and she was gyrating and swaying her hips to the rhythm.
Paul pushed the door to behind him and stood watching, motionless and silent, for maybe a minute... maybe two. After she turned and was facing halfway away from him, he advanced and tapped her twice on the shoulder.
Crystal let out a gasp and jumped backward nearly a foot. Instinctively her hands balled into fists and came up at the ready. This left her pert breasts and small patch of very light red bush exposed while she worked out that she was in no direct danger and her fight or flight response turned to annoyance at her unmindful neighbor. Realizing then that she was standing totally nude before the man, she began trying to cover herself with her hands, but could not decide whether to cover each breast with one hand, thus leaving her bush exposed, or to cross one arm over her chest and clamp the other hand over her crotch. She alternated between the two at least three times. He just enjoyed the show of her embarrassed indecision.
"Paul, you've GOT to stop letting yourself in!" she chastised. "What do you want, anyway?"
Paul pointed back over his shoulder with his thumb. "Your door was unlocked. Anyway, just wanted to remind you about the next condo association meeting. It's coming up in two weeks. We'll be electing a new board, so make sure to be there."
"Yes," she said, "I know that. You told me last week and I saw it on the message board in the lobby."
Paul did not move to leave, he stood there, hands in his pockets, looking her up and down. No matter whether her boobs and bush were being covered, she had nice curves and was filled out in all the right places and most everything was on display, from her smooth legs to her bubble butt, wide hips and love handles, her pudgy belly and all the way up to the dimples at the corners of her mouth and her chubby cheeks.
Still having one arm across her chest and a hand clamped over her pussy, Crystal spat, "You can go now. You shouldn't even be here. Please stop letting yourself in."
He nodded his head and turned slowly away from her. "Just making sure you remember to come to the meeting. You've missed it before."
"That was one time, four months ago. I'll be there. I know about it."
Paul trudged out of her apartment and into the hall where he looked back once to enjoy the sight of her full naked body before pulling the door closed.
Crystal did not see Paul again for more than a week. It helped, perhaps, that she actively thought to lock her entry door. But old habits are hard to break, and living on the third floor of a building which had a doorman in the lobby and required an access card to come up the elevator, after several days she fell back into her routine of not even thinking about the lock.
Until after eight days he let himself into her place while she was showering. He could her the water running and walked through the rooms calling, softly, for her until he came to the bathroom door which was pushed to but not shut. Though the crack in the doorway he could see vague movement through her shower door. He pushed open the door an stepped inside. Now he had a very clear view, aside from a general fog of steam and water droplets clinging to the inner surface of the glass shower door, of her naked and wet body. She was at that instant rinsing her hair, standing with her head tilted back and hands up to push the water between the strands of hair. This stance pushed her already nice boobs forward.
When she finished rinsing her hair, Crystal lowered her head and opened her eyes. Water running down her forehead temporarily blinded her and she blinked a few times to clear her vision, then she saw the form standing in the bathroom doorway. She tried to shriek but only a weak "ack" came out. She slid open the shower door to get a better view of the intruder and then saw it was Paul.
Was he an idiot, a fool, mentally deficient, or just a creep? He had let himself into not only her place but several other neighbors' places, both men and women, during the two years she had known him; it seemed to just be the way that he was; if a door was unlocked, he let himself in. He had never tried to lay a hand on her, which led to her thought that he might just be a fool without an actual thought in his head.
