I headed home after a pleasant day from school; with the exception of sending two students to the principal's office for being a bit disruptive in class. Still, the rest of the day turned out fine and I was on my way home to grade some papers.
I stepped on board the elevator, pushing the number three button. Inside, it felt like a sauna compared to the cool weather outside. It was so warm I had to loosen my tie and unbutton my collar.
Once I reached the third floor, the doors opened up and Cynthia stood there waiting, carrying a heavy load of laundry. My hot neighbor; giving me a warm greeting on that first day in my new apartment. The both of us had some major orgy attacks that day and it was incredible; forgetting all about my ex-wife.
"Hey, D", said Cynthia.
"Hi, Cyn", I said.
"Good day at school?"
"Oh, yeah. Nothing I couldn't handle, except maybe the principal who's a bit rough around the edges."
"Sounds like a great guy."
"Yeah, he too recently divorced his wife of twenty years. Twenty years, can you believe that? Already, he's giving me advice on women and when not to trust them."
"Did you take any of his advice?"
"No, absolutely not."
"Listen, I got a lot of laundry to do. Why don't we chat later on?"
"Why don't I join you? And let me carry that."
"You don't mind?"
"No, not at all. I've got some stuff to do, but I have a little time to spend with my favorite neighbor."
"Such a gentleman."
I was going to grade some papers; deciding, instead, to carry Cynthia's basket and keeping her company in the laundry room.
Cynthia began loading up the machine while I sat on the wooden bench, looking at her nice ass and the legs that went with it. Then the clothes she wore; white tube top, denim shorts, and a pair of red mules. Already, I was getting hot and my cock started swelling up. The tightness was hard to ignore and I had to think of something else besides Cynthia.
"You all right?", Cynthia asked, catching me loosening up my tie.
"Yeah", I said, "just a bit warm in here. That elevator was even hotter."
"Got that right. I wished they put on some air conditioning, especially when summer comes along. If I wanted to get warm I'd go to the beach."
"I hear you. I used to go to the beach on my spare time. I used to surf every weekend since I was seventeen."
"You, a surfer boy?"
"Yeah, I was."
"I never learned to surf myself. Maybe you can give me some private lessons. I am a fast learner and willing to try...new things."
Already, I knew where she was going with this. The private lessons she wanted didn't involve surfing.
"Yeah", I said. "Someday I'll teach you a few things."
"I'd love that. For now, how about you and kill some time until the wash gets done."
"A bite to eat or maybe a stroll around the block."
"No, I was thinking of doing something here. Just the two of us...alone."
"Here? What do you have in mind?"
Cynthia had that look in her eye, ready for some action.
"Wait", I said. "You want to fuck around here? Right now?"
