"Professor?!"
I honestly have no idea why the little woman at the front desk of my apartment building liked to call me that. It wasn't my job, nor did I think I acted like one. But she seemed to get a kick out of it.
I walked over to the desk and she asked me to sign for a package.
"Anything good?" She asked.
I rolled my eyes at her and said, "textbooks." That's me playing along even tho this annoyed the shit out of me.
However, when I turned around to leave, there was the most stunning woman standing behind me. Long straight blond hair. Wearing a short loose dress that had belt tied under her massive tits, accentuating how large they were and making the dress flair even more over her hips. Beautiful skin, full luscious lips, covered in a tastefully colored lip gloss and shiny dark brown eyes. She smiled briefly at me but less "hi" and more "are you done yet?"
I stepped away from the desk, but in doing so made sure I got a view from all angles. She was gorgeous. And from behind, those shapely legs disappearing up under that dress was a sight to behold. A body that would make any man beg.
I was married with two kids. A while back, my wife got an amazing job on the other coast. We decided that she would move there and I would stay behind so our youngest could graduate high school. Both kids are now in college. But the job market has changed and I can't seem to find a job in the new location.
We sold our house for a mint, I moved into a loft downtown that was somehow cheaper, and I just keep looking and trying to figure out what was next. Separated effectively but not officially.
Marriage itself was ok-ish. Being middle-aged brought middle-aged problems. Sex was often lackluster. I was experiencing ED often. My wife thought it was likely mental but I still tried pills. I really didn't like that since they made me feel jittery afterwords, and she didn't like the waiting for 30-45min since it ruined spontaneity which was our standard MO.
The thing that bothered me the most tho was she didn't seem that bothered by my lack of erection. She was someone who liked getting off from nipple play--which she had awesome tits so I enjoyed that too--but often left me feeling frustrated. She had never liked giving head much which didn't bother me much when my cock performed. But now I wished for it, or at least her putting some more effort in. When I asked her if she missed my erections, she said ED was part of life and it was ok. For once in my life I wished she wasn't so understanding. I just wanted her to beg for my cock a little bit, every now and then.
The apartment building I had moved to was a bit of an extravagance. It was right downtown in the fun nightlife area. I justified it since it was near my office. Opulent lobby with a doorman and a desk for a concierge-type. There was an outdoor pool with lovely palm trees and in the morning, was out of the sun and tranquil. I would often work from there if I didn't have meetings in the office.
The part I liked was lots of beautiful creatures coming and going. Young beautiful women, either passing by on the street or maybe even that lived here in the building. I got a lot of eye candy.
Anyway. I was alone, frustrated, and well... I tried things.
I found porn sites a little boring after a while. It was almost like since anything you could dream of was there, it was less interesting.
I tried those sites where you subscribe to a profile but quickly learned that it was all a scam to sucker lonely dudes like me out of their lunch money.
I went to a couple of strip clubs, but couldn't get into it. Was I supposed to fondle? The sign said no but the girls seemed disappointed that I didn't want to fuck them for a few extra bucks.
So maybe better summed up as "alone, bored, horny, and frustrated."
My wife and I would visit each other alternating months. And I would go out there when I thought I had a good job opportunity. But otherwise, time sort of plodded along.
But this woman getting her package at the desk. Stunning, like I said. And I was mesmerized. I heard her say "Madeline, 406". Was I the only one with a stupid nickname from the front desk lady? Sigh.
I went to the mail room to see if any letters where in my box. It was a tiny room off the main lobby. A bank of mail cubbies and bulletin board to share the goings ons and handyman phone numbers. It also had a little mail slot for mail inside the building. I thought that was quaint in this day when we all had phones in our pockets. I suspect if anyone wanted to contact someone here, they probably already had their snap or would text.
I grabbed my mail, looked out into the lobby to see if that woman was still there. I didn't see her so I headed up to my loft on the upper floor.
I slumped on the couch and thought about her. I thought about touching her, pulling her hair to one side and kissing her neck. Smelling her skin and hearing her moan as I tasted her. I thought about my hands pulling up the loose dress over that smooth skin... what would someone like that wear under there? A tiny thong? Something lacy? Or something satin smooth with the material arcing over the curve of that ass and disappearing between her legs?
I thought of getting on my knees and exploring those panties up close, slowly tracing them with my finger and my tongue. Kissing her where she begged.
I was super hard by now and was stroking myself. No ED today I thought wryly as I came in a huge load all over my lap.
I didn't feel sated. I wanted more.
But who was a kidding. I was married albeit living alone. She was like half my age. Maybe a little older than that but still way to young.
A few days later I was sitting by the pool working. The sun was just starting to creep around to the patio and the air temp was rising as it does here. There were a few other people here but not as packed as it will be mid afternoon. There was someone in the only lounge chair that was directly in the sun. I suddenly realized it was her!
