I first laid eyes on Erika and Joseph a few days after moving into a new up-market tenth floor apartment. There being only two large apartments per floor, they were my only neighbours sharing a common hallway, stairwell and elevator. We had bumped into each other a few times in the hall or in the basement car park, and while they weren't over friendly, they were polite. While Erika wasn't exactly beautiful, there was just something about her that I found extremely attractive and desirable. She stood at five foot ten, the same height as me; she usually dressed in tight knee length skirts or tight jeans which showed off her curvy figure to perfection. She was dark skinned but faint freckles were visible over her nose and cheeks. Her thick black hair was in tight ringlets that fell loosely to her shoulders. I would later find out that her mother was Cuban, and her father a German businessman. Having lived most of her life in Europe explained her in-perfect and strong accent. Her husband Joseph was tall, dark haired and good looking, I thought he was a bit of smart arse in the few times I'd run into him. In all honesty looking back, it was probably jealousy on my part.
On a Saturday morning a week after I'd moved, in a commotion started next door, the apartments are pretty well soundproofed but I could hear a woman's voice yelling. It was loud and clear enough to be able to recognise Erika's accented voice. After a short time, I could hear crashing and banging and started to get a little concerned. I didn't want to poke my nose in where it wasn't required, but on the other hand I'd never forgive myself if she was being attacked or hurt. Rightly or wrongly I decided to investigate, I walked from my apartment down the hall and knocked on their door. The yelling stopped and a few seconds later the door flew open, I found myself looking into Erika's teary face. The floor behind her was strewn in broken plates, vases and pictures, what could be broken was broken. Sitting in a chair at the other end of the room was Joseph with his bowed, and it was only then I realised that I'd walked into a domestic argument. I silently cursed myself for being so stupid.
"Sorry." I blurted out. "I could hear you were distressed and just wanted to make sure you were okay."
Embarrassed, I turned to go back to the safety of my own apartment.
Erika wiped tears from her face "No, please come in, I want a witness." she said forcefully. Reaching out and taking me by the arm, she guided me reluctantly inside closing the door behind me. Inside the apartment was a complete mess, everything moveable was now strewn on the floor, there was just about nowhere to place my feet. Looking around quickly convinced me that I didn't want to be here.
"I want someone to know my husband fucks other women." she told me angrily picking up something from the floor. "Look what I found in his trousers pockets this morning." she said holding an opened packet of condoms in her hand. Tipping the box upside down only one fell to the floor. From good experience I knew that there were two missing. I looked over at Joseph who was staring hopefully up at me. I gave him a 'Your fucked' look. He looked knowingly back down at the floor.
"Look, this is none of my business, maybe I should leave." I commented.
"No, you stay. I want a witness to hear him say it." she replied walking between me and the door. I realised I was going no where fast.
"He told me he was working late but I know he was fucking his slut secretary."
Erika walked over to her husband, "Admit it. You were fucking her weren't you? Go on, you might as well admit it." Not getting an answer she kicked him hard in the shins. "Admit it you bastard."
Joseph was silent for a few seconds before he answered, "Yes I did, but it was only once I swear it. I'll never do it again, I promise. It didn't mean anything, it was just sex."
Erika launched herself at her husband hitting him about the head. Instinctively, I took her by the shoulders and pulled her gently away, she turned angrily on me and I stepped back defensively with my hands high to calm her. It worked and she turned and looked at her husband who had his head in his hands. She glared pure hatred at him for a few seconds; then turned her attention back to me.
"Why does he fuck other woman? I like to fuck too, I've never said no to him."
I shrugged my shoulders; there was no answer to that question.
She looked at me, her eyes boring into mine, "Do you think I'm attractive?"
There was only one answer to that question, "Yes, I think you're very attractive."
She stepped closer, "Maybe I'm too fat." she stated sarcastically.
"No, you're not fat."
Erika said nothing for a few seconds, "How can you tell I'm not too fat. You can't tell. I think you need to see."
To my surprise, she pulled her yellow tee shirt over her shoulders over head and threw it on the floor. Then reaching down, she pushed her black tracksuit pants down and stepped out of them. Placing her hands on her hips provocatively she stood defiantly. In front of me was one the most beautiful Amazonian figures I've ever seen in the flesh. Her skin was the colour of light brown chocolate. Large full breasts spilled from a red bra, her waist tapered down and then curved outwards to broad hips encased in black panties. Dark pubic hair could be seen through a see-through gusset in the crutch. Just below there was a slight gap between her dark shapely thighs which curved downwards to slim ankles. I stood in pure disbelief of the exquisite figure in front of me; she then turned slowly around to give me a good look before facing me again.
"You look unconvinced, you need to see more I think." she commented. Reaching behind her she unclipped her bra and slide out of it. She dropped it on the floor and while looking me directly in the eye, she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. My eyes dropped to her breasts which stood firm and upright, I then looked downwards where a thick triangle of black pubic hair sat proudly between the top of her thighs. I then realised that my cock was now straining against my jeans.
"What do you think? Am I not desirable?" she asked turning around for me to get a good look. Facing me Erika looked down at my bulging pole in my jeans.
"Yes. I think you find me desirable."