It is one of those hot humid nights. All the windows are open in my apartment, but the air seems to be still. I am wearing my black yoga stretchy shorts and a halter-top in red. My clothes feel sweaty, probably still from yoga, but also from the intense heat. I wish I had a pool to jump into, maybe a cold shower will cool me down.
I clean up the dinner plates and throw away the scraps into the bin bags. The bag is full so I tie it up and take it to the rubbish disposal room across the floor outside my apartment. In the disposal room there is this little door that you open to throw the rubbish in and the rubbish passes through to an incinerator in the basement of the building.
I am in the disposal room and in walks a girl about 18 years old, with dirty blond hair down to her shoulders. In her hands is her rubbish. Noticing her embarrassment I took it that she did not expect to see anyone out here. She probably thought that she would quickly dash through to this room next to her apartment and would be back in her apartment before anyone else was out on the floor. She was wearing a white nightie, which looked very short, barely covering her ass and made of ultra thin cotton, the right thing for this weather. It was one of those numbers that you never leave your bedroom in.
I said "hi," as I exited the room and walked back to my apartment. As I was about to go back inside my apartment, I heard footsteps behind me.
"Hi again, I just did something really stupid. I have locked myself out of my apartment. Would you mind if I come in and use your phone to call a locksmith," she rattled off in a panic.
I said "sure," feeling sorry for her.
As I opened my apartment door she introduced herself, "by the way I am Sandy," I moved in next door last week"
I replied, "Nice to meet you, I am Rachel, I have been staying here for a year now."
I showed Sandy the telephone as I fetched her a yellow pages directory. As she stood by my side table looking in the directory for a locksmith I noticed that her white nightie was see through. From the back I could clearly see the line of her ass, and her ass cheeks. She had no panties on. She had a nice figure, was very petite, maybe 5-foot height, but had thin legs and a tiny round ass, the type we all envied. I felt bad for looking over her. Had she been dressed like this in other circumstance I would have thought of her as a little slut, but she was in her own apartment and didn't intend others to see her this way.
She finished on the phone and I offered her something to drink. She followed me into the kitchen and stood in front of me as I poured us both drinks.
She said" its so hot tonight, it must be over 40 degrees!"
"Yeah. I wish I had a pool I hate the feeling of always being sweaty and my clothes clinging to me," I said giving her the drink.
I looked at her and noticed now that her breasts were showing right through the cotton, and then I noticed that her pubic hairs also showed through.
Sandy noticed me looking and said" I sleep in this, its really good for hot weather. It's not really going out material" and then she smiled embarrassingly.
Sandy said the locksmith promised he would be here within the hour.
"Do you mind me waiting in here for the locksmith," she asked me.
"No of course not. Lets go sit down," I told her.
We sat down on the couch.
"Did you go for a run?" Sandy asked me looking at how I was dressed.
"No, I went to yoga, have you ever tried it?" I asked her.
"No, but I work as a masseuse in a yoga studio across town" she replied.
"Yeah, that's a good idea as sometimes one overdoes it at Yoga, trying to stretch before the body is ready for it and you end up straining muscles. I sort of hurt my hip tonight at Yoga, trying to do something new." I told her.
Sandy jumped in "Hips! That is the most common problem I get at work, everybody tries to improve their flexibility but don't realise it takes time and end up injuring themselves. A bit of massage generally helps relieve the pain. Do you want me to look at it?"
I was embarrassed to make Sandy work. It was about 10PM now and still incredibly hot and humid.
"No, I can't make you work now, you are probably tired" I said.
"Come on, we have to wait for the locksmith anyway and I am sure I can help you. You are being really kind helping me out now so come on..." Sandy insisted.