The door of Apartment #1 practically flew open seconds after I had knocked on it. A very pretty, but very angry young lady stood in the doorway, clad only in a purple baby doll chemise.
"So you came back, huh? Well it's too late now!" she said through gritted teeth. Then, she saw me in the glare of the porch light, and her look and voice softened.
"I'm so sorry," she said with a slight quiver in her voice. "I thought you were someone else."
"I'm sorry to bother you," I said, a little embarrassed. "I was looking for the manager's apartment, and I thought this might be it, being #1 and all."
"It's OK, a lot of people make that mistake," she sighed, relaxing a little. She was quite stunning, about five-foot six, mid to late twenties, with long sandy brown hair and a pleasingly proportioned figure which was quite adequately shown off by the sexy, satin chemise she was wearing. It was a light purple, with black lace trim around the low, revealing neckline and hemline that came down to her upper thigh, with a slit on the side that ran up to her waist. She seemed to not have any problem standing there in front of me dressed like that, and I certainly didn't have a problem with it.
"There is no on-site manager here, unfortunately," she continued. "If you're here about the place for rent, you have to call the number on the 'Emergency Contact' sign out front."
"Yeah, I saw the 'For Rent' sign on the front lawn as I was driving by," I said. " I have a friend moving out here shortly from Minnesota. Thought I'd scout it out for him."
"The landlord here is harder to get a hold of than the pope," she said. "The best thing to do is to try to call that number, and good luck."
"OK, I'll do that," I said, trying very unsuccessfully not to ogle her. "I'm really sorry I bothered you."
I started to walk away toward my car when I heard her ask, "Have you had dinner yet?"
"No, actually, I just got off work and was heading home."
I turned around and looked at her, and she looked back at me and held the door open wider. "Would you like to come in and have a nice, fancy home-cooked dinner that would otherwise go to waste?"
Not one to turn down an invitation to a free meal, I said, "Sure, that would be nice" before I could stop myself. I didn't know this woman at all, but something about her intrigued me.
"Come on in, then," she said. "I'm Dianna, by the way."
"Hank is good, that's what all my friends call me."
"OK, Hank it is then. Nice to meet you."
I walked into her apartment and was overcome by the aroma of something that smelled absolutely delicious. She shut the door behind us and, taking my hand, led me into the spacious living room. We sat down together on her overstuffed leather sofa, with her still holding my hand. One of the spaghetti straps of her chemise slipped off her shoulder, showing more of an already fairly exposed breast, but she ignored it and let it stay where it was. She looked deeply into my eyes.
"Hank, this was supposed to be a special night for me," she said softly, "but the man in question...shall we say...let me down."
"I'm sorry," I said lamely.
"Is that all you can say?" she asked softly, almost as if she were prompting me.
Before I knew what I was doing, I blurted out, "I could try to make it special for you, that is, if you'll let me, I mean, if you don't mind that I...."
"Shhh, hush now," she said quietly, putting her finger to my lips. "You said the right thing, you don't need to say any more."
She stood up and took my hand, coaxing me off the couch, and said, "I'll finish getting everything ready. You go in the bathroom and take a shower. Everything you need is in there, including something for you to wear. You can just fold up your clothes and leave them on top of the hamper."
"OK," I said, heading for the bathroom, wondering to myself if I had lost my mind. What was I doing? I had no idea who this woman was or if she was some kind of lunatic or homicidal maniac, yet here I was going into her bathroom and showering, then putting on a very expensive looking man's silk robe, the same color as her chemise. I hoped to the powers above that I wasn't making a big, crazy mistake as I came out of the bathroom and entered the dining area.
"You look very nice," she said, smiling at me. "Go ahead and sit down, Hank, make yourself comfortable."
I sat at the small candlelit table and proceeded to feast on one of the best home-made dinners I had ever eaten, with vegetable soup, Caesar salad, a killer beef stroganoff, and mandarin orange cheesecake for dessert, with plenty of good wine to wash it down with. We made small talk as we ate, and I became more and more taken with her beauty and her personality, which was warm, open and friendly.
When we finished dinner, she invited me back into the living room, bringing with her a freshly chilled bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses. We sat on the sofa again, and she gave me the bottle to open, which I did, then filled our glasses.
"To new friendships and new adventures," she said, raising her glass to mine.
"I'll second that," I said, clinking her glass and taking a sip.
Diana took my glass and set it down on the coffee table next to hers, then took both my hands in hers as she sat on the couch, facing me. The spaghetti straps of her revealing chemise were slipping down again, and again she took no notice.
"Hank, I guess you know what comes next. I just want you to know, you don't really have to if you don't want to. I mean, I've had a lovely time even without..."
It was my turn to shush her. I took her into my arms, and kissed her gently, firmly on the lips. I felt her relax in my arms, and open up to me as she returned my kiss. I held her tightly and kissed her with more fervor, felt her mouth open to mine, and her tongue slipping into my mouth.
She leaned back on the sofa as I continued to kiss her, my right hand caressing her breasts through the thin satin, feeling her hardened nipples. Her spaghetti straps fell further until her tits were fully exposed, and I kneaded and fondled them as I kissed her with increasing desire and urgency. I felt her hands untying the belt of my robe and opening it, exposing my manhood to the cool evening air, then I felt her beginning to gently stroke me as I kept up my kissing and playing with her exquisite, firm breasts.
Shortly, Diana pulled away from me and slid down onto the floor, on her knees, facing me. She took my hardened shaft and began to lick it, then suck on the head, then lick it again, her tongue flicking all around it, driving me wild.
"Tell me to take it all," she breathed as she teased me with her mouth. "Call me your little bitch, your whore, tell me!" she ordered, her face flushed with arousal.
"Take it all, all of it in your mouth, you little bitch!" I told her. "Suck me, you whore, all of me!"
She moaned deeply and took me into her mouth, sliding my pole in and out of her throat, breathing hard and fast through her nose.
