It's not that Nadia is particularly pretty in a conventional sense. She has that difficult-to-define "it" factor that exudes wildness and sexuality. Her hair is long enough to reach the middle of her back and is a diminished red color, one that looks brownish in certain lighting. She has several partially visible tattoos. Her clothing is nice but not exceptional. It's the way she pairs colors and mismatched shorts, pants, and shirts.
I didn't know her name was Nadia until later.
Nadia moves confidently despite being heavier than the prevailing notion of attractiveness. She moves with carelessness and fluidity that seem to come from not being preoccupied with how she looks. Sometimes, when she talks, she pivots and makes lingering eye contact. Other times, she barks out a spontaneous laugh, the kind that draws your attention.
I've seen her many times and have never exchanged more than a polite greeting. Last week, she came to visit a downstairs friend of hers. The stringy, unkempt man that I assume is her boyfriend accompanied her. He exited the car, stumbling, and left her in the driver's seat. As I found out later, he's much more interested in going inside to smoke than enjoying the woman that's with him.
I stood on the upper landing and watched the traffic as it passed. When I looked down, I saw that she still sat in the driver's seat. I intended to look away when she began to unbutton her shirt. I couldn't look away when I saw her red bra and the tattoos across her chest. She pulled her shirt off and put it in the backseat. She leaned over, rummaged around, and pulled out a small blue shirt.
Pushing her arms through, for some reason, she looked up and saw me watching her. Inexplicably, I didn't look away. She maintained eye contact with me and casually pulled the shirt over her head and across her breasts. For some reason, she pulled the shirt back off and looked down. A smile crossed her lips.
She reached for her bra with both hands and unclasped it. Looking back up at me, she pulled it open. Her breasts were as I imagined. Natural and heavy, and more firm than I expected. Her nipples were hard. My dick stood at attention by this point.
She used both hands to lift her breasts. When she released them, she pulled at both nipples while maintaining eye contact with me. Her fingers continued to work on her nipples for a few seconds. When she reached to clasp her bra closed, I realized I had been holding my breath.
Pulling the blue shirt over her head, she exaggeratedly adjusted her breasts for several seconds.
She held up her right index finger to ask for a second. Raising her hips, she unbuttoned and pulled down her shorts and kicked her legs to push them to her ankles. I saw that she wore a matching pair of red panties that clung to her tightly. Even seeing the soft roll of her belly was erotic. I imagined what it would feel like for my dick to slide across it on the way down.
Her door popped open, and she stepped out of the car. Someone could come out of any of the apartments at any second. I still could not look away.
She stood between the car door and the car and turned, showing me her back. It's hard to describe how erotic the sight of the back of her legs and ass was. Leaning far into the car, she reached for a pair of shorts in the back. I got a good, long look at her legs.
Stepping back between the car door and the car, she casually put on the tight shorts and pulled them up.
I gulped when she looked back up at me and smiled. Whether she could see the outline of my hard dick or not, she knew that her exhibition had the effect she intended.
"Later, Dave," she said as she shut the door and strolled to her friend's apartment. I wasn't surprised she knew my name; most of the people in the apartment complex knew me. The way she said it was light and teasing.
When I entered my apartment, I yanked my pants down and stood beside the couch. My left hand gripped my cock as I started masturbating. It wouldn't take long. Although her body was sexually mesmerizing, it was her smile while teasing me that set me on fire.
I was startled when someone knocked on my front windows. I froze, realizing that if someone were standing at an angle in front of my windows, they might see that I was jerking off. I quickly stepped back toward the front wall.
Someone knocked on the window again. I wasn't sure why they didn't use the doorbell on the outside wall behind me. Leaning my head past the edge of the window, I saw that she was standing on my landing.
She smiled, exposing her white teeth. As she stood a foot away from the window, I could see the freckles on her face.
"I want to watch," she said, loud enough for me to hear her.
"Watch what?" I asked, pretending she might not have seen me with my pants down.
"I want to watch you cum. I obviously turned you on. It's your turn." She winked.
Seeing her so close gave me a good view of her breasts and legs. Every part of her body seemed made for touching and caressing. Again, it was her open smile that held me captive.
"Please? Show me that I'm worth watching. I need to see it."
I moved back to the side of the couch and faced the window. Once again jerking myself, I used the other hand to cup my balls. Her eyes were focused on my cock as I stroked it. She took a quick look around and raised her tight shirt over her tits, and held it there.
If she was brazen enough to stand on my landing and give me motivation like that, I had to oblige. I pumped fast, already breathing hard. I didn't try to prolong it. Her parking lot performance was enough to have me close.
She nodded and giggled when the first blast of cum spewed out of me. I groaned as it sailed across the floor and hit the floor beneath the window. Shot after shot flew out, splattering everywhere. Even after I finished, I kept jerking my dick so that she could watch.
She let her shirt fall back to her waist and then turned full circle so that I could see all of her body.
Turning toward the window, she nodded. "Thank you. I wish I could have that dick of yours. It looks delicious, Dave."
"You're beautiful," I half-shouted back.
She nodded and then turned to walk back down the steps. I watched her body closely as she descended and disappeared from view.
Within two minutes, I started masturbating again, sure I would be thinking of her legs stretched to reach in the car. Soon enough, I was cumming again. As I finished, I wondered what either of us might have to do had I invited her in to relieve me instead of watching me from the window.
...
Three days later, when I pulled into the parking lot after work, I didn't think about who was already parked there.
When I popped out of my car, I heard a voice but didn't understand what was said.
I turned toward the front of the apartment building. Nadia was walking toward me. She wore bright blue shorts and a tight blue shirt that exposed her midriff.
I held my breath again.
"Hi, Dave. My name is Nadia. Nice to meet you. I wanted to introduce myself. Officially, I mean. In a way, you've already met me." Nadia smiled broadly, exposing surprisingly white teeth.
I laughed. "How much do I owe you, Nadia. I'm unfamiliar with the going rate."
"Nice try," she answered. She spoke again before I had the chance to say something else clever. "You can pay me another way."
Dirty thoughts came to mind immediately. I started to speak but was rendered mute momentarily. "Oh?" I managed to say.
Nadia turned sideways and stretched her hands behind her head. To say that my eyes traveled and glued to her body as she moved doesn't accurately describe my reaction. Even Nadia's extra weight begged to be admired.
"Let's walk upstairs for a minute and talk,* Nadia said.
Because my dick was already rising, and I didn't want somebody to pop out of one of the apartments, I turned to walk up the stairs. Nadia surprised me by trotting ahead of me. She knew my eyes would follow her and examine her as she climbed.
By the time I stopped in front of my apartment door, I was harder than concrete.
Nadia lightly touched my arm. "I want to have some fun with you. I've been watching you. You would do things to me that would make us both happy."
I stammered. "I... I... I have a girlfriend," I said.
"I'm dating Bruce, the man you've seen me with. We are not exclusive, even though neither one of us is seeing anyone else." Nadia put her hands on her hips. "We hardly ever do the deed."
"You are incredibly sexy, and I am flattered."
