I'd recently moved into a unit in a set of serviced apartments. The rent was high without being extortionate and I could afford it, so why not. It saved me having to waste time doing housework, time which was more productively spent elsewhere.
After I'd been there about a week I found myself travelling up in the elevator with a lovely young thing. She was, by my estimate, in her early twenties, certainly not more than twenty five. She stood about five foot six and had a slender build. That didn't mean she didn't have a decent figure. She most certainly did, with a fine outstanding bust and a nicely rounded rump. Clothes-wise she was dressed most elegantly, with just a touch of make-up, expertly applied. A very attractive package in my opinion.
I naturally enough engaged this lively young thing in conversation.
"Afternoon," I said cheerfully.
Silence. I was totally ignored.
"I'm Michael. Only moved in last week."
More silence. I knew she wasn't deaf or dumb as I'd heard her exchange greetings with the concierge when she came in. This meant that she was simply ignoring me.
"Awfully chilly in here all of a sudden," I observed.
Her lips didn't so much as twitch at me attempt at humour. Ah, well, you can't win them all, I decided, and shut up. Possibly she though that I was a little too old for her, me being in my thirties and all. The elevator stopped at my floor and I politely nodded to her and exited.
I subsequently learned that the young lady's name was Vanessa and that she resided in the penthouse. I found myself in the elevator with her on several occasions and always made it a point to chatter away with inane small-talk, mainly because I thought that it irritated her. Petty of me, I know, but it was harmless.
The apartment building had an outdoor pool and spa but it also has a smaller indoor pool and spa down in the basement. The house rules said that you couldn't use the spas after nine as the sounds of the motor running could disturb other tenants.
I interpreted that to mean that you could relax in the heated water of the spa after nine as long as you didn't turn on the blowers. A little experimentation demonstrated that if you turned the blowers to a minimum setting that you had the advantage of gently moving water with the engine purring so quietly that it was almost inaudible.
One night I arrived home just before midnight and I was feeling blah. I decided that before going home I'd stop by the spa and soak for a bit. I didn't need to worry about a towel as they always left a couple available for tenants who forgot to bring one with them. I also decided that I wouldn't worry about a bathing costume as I'd be the only one in the spa. I turned on a single light above the door, stripped, and sipped into the spa and relaced, lying back, half seated, half floating.
I had no worries about being caught out. The spa end of the room was in shadow. If anyone came in and turned on the lights all I'd have to do is grab a conveniently placed towel and wrap it around me as I stood up. The shadowy room didn't worry me at all as I had excellent night vision.
I'd been relaxing and letting the tensions of the day dissipate when the door opened and Vanessa walked in. My cue to grab my towel and hop out, obviously, but as she walked towards the spa I saw she was undoing her blouse. I stayed right where I was and watched with interest. By the time she reached the other end of the spa her blouse and bra were both off and draped over her arm. I was absolutely fascinated by her breasts, every bit as lovely as I thought they'd be, both of them bearing very white triangles surrounding her nipples.
She put her clothes to one side and then her skirt and panties were removed and added to the pile, along with her shoes. When she turned to face the spa I saw a third white triangle, upside down and pointing to the land of opportunity.
She took two steps towards the spa and finally saw me there, admiring her. She gasped and froze, looking absolutely horrified. I suspected that she was about to bolt so I suggested that she enter the spa.
"Don't just stand there flaunting yourself," I said. "Hop into the water. It'll help you relax."
"Just do it," I snapped when she hesitated.
"You can't expect me to get in the water like this?" she protested.
"Why not? I'm dressed the same way. If you don't hop in I'll have to hop out and put you in and you might find that a trifle embarrassing."
"You wouldn't."
"Possibly not," I agreed cheerfully, "but, remembering how I'm dressed, or not dressed in this case, are you willing to take that chance?"
It turned out that she wasn't willing to take that chance. Blushing very nicely she hastily hopped into the water, settling down onto one of the benches, low enough to cover everything.
I didn't bother to say anything and she seemed unwilling to speak so we both just relaxed, letting the moving water soothe our frazzled nerves. At least, I was letting the water soothe me. She still seemed a bit edgy.
"Introductions are in order," I finally said. "I'm Michael and you're Vanessa. Correct?"
"I know your name," she told me. "You've told me often enough. You're the man in the lift who can't stop talking."
"You got me," I admitted. "Does my talking in the lift irritate you?"
