Russ looked out of his apartment window. Someone had just parked a gigantic u-haul in the parking lot, and he knew that must be his new neighbor, as the manager said that apartment 205 was being moved into today. 205 was right below him and he was relieved when the last residents had moved out because their stereo always seemed to be on and turned up loud. One night it had even escalated to a physical confrontation, but that story will be saved for another time.
Emerging from the driver's seat was a scrawny little girl. Russ immediately became interested. The poor little thing had to hop out from the truck, as the vehicle was so huge. The girl looked maybe 20 or 21 and he felt sorry for her when he realized that she was all alone and that there was no one there to help her unload the truck. He decided he would go down in a moment, but he stood there for another minute to admire her. She wore a pink t-shirt and tiny white shorts. She was 5'1" with a petite frame and she had the loveliest bottom he had ever seen in his life. He felt himself get hard in his jeans.
He looked at the clock. It was 3:15. He left his apartment, number 305, and went down the stairs and went outside to help the girl. At the moment, she was standing in the back of the truck, trying to drag a dresser out. Of course, all the drawers and so forth had been removed, and she proceeded to try and pull out the dresser.
"Excuse me, Miss?" he said, standing at the side of the truck.
She looked over shoulder, "Yes?"
"Do you need any help?"
She smiled broadly, set down the dresser and hopped out of the truck. "I sure could use it," she said, standing facing him. "Thank you. I'm moving into apartment 205."
He grinned, "Well, we're neighbors then. I'm in 305. The name is Russ." He said sticking his hand out.
She slipped her small hand in his, "It's nice to meet you Russ, I'm Dolly."
They soon got to work and started to haul in the big stuff first, just to get it over with. Dolly realized very quickly that they made a good team. Boxes that were a struggle for her, he easily could lift up as if it were light as a feather. And she was unable to ignore the fact that he was a good looking man. He was maybe 5'10" with a muscular frame, short brown hair and green/blue eyes. His arms looked thick and strong in his dark blue t-shirt. She guessed his age maybe late 30's to early 40's. A little bit old for her, but she could always admire him.
The very last thing to do before everything was all done was to put her bed together. She didn't know how to do it, as it was always her father who had done things like this. Russ offered to do it and he put it together quicker than she imagined. After rummaging through several boxes and bags, she finally found her pillows and sheet and blankets and made up her bed.
"You're making your bed up already?" he asked.
She laughed, "I know tonight when I go to bed, I won't have any energy except to just fall right in it."
He chuckled and as she was making it up, she wondered how many boys had been on that bed with her. He wondered what it would be like to be on that bed with her.
It was about 5 o'clock when Dolly and Russ finished their work. Dolly was grateful for his help and told him so.
"I can't imagine how long it would've taken me by myself," she said.
"I was happy to do it, no problem," he said as they stood in her bedroom. "Say," he said. "I bet you've worked up quite an appetite. I usually order in a pizza over the weekend, would you like to join me?"
She smiled widely, her bright blue eyes looking up into his. She tossed her long, wavy blonde hair behind her shoulder. "Well, sure. I'd like that."
She followed him up the stairs to his apartment and noticed he was right above her. He called in the pizza and over the next hour of either waiting for food or eating, they learned a lot about each other. Russ, she learned, was 42, had been divorced for about a year, no kids and worked at a local retail store stocking shelves.
He asked her a few questions about herself and she politely answered. She was 19 and would be starting her freshman year at college. This was her first time out on her own and she remarked at how excited and yet how scared she was to be living by herself. She had moved here from Nathaniel, which was a small town about two hours away.
Around 7 o'clock Russ excused himself and used the bathroom. He looked terrible, but that was to be expected after all that he did that afternoon. He ran his fingers through his hair some and made a special point to put on deodorant - 'boy do I stink' he thought to himself and laughed inwardly.
He walked into the living room and was about to say something when he noticed this lovely, angelic creature curled up into the recliner where she had been sitting. She was fast asleep, her hand near her face. Russ was at a loss to do. He thought about just letting her sleep at his place for as long as she wanted, but realized she'd be scared to death waking up in an apartment of a man she hardly knew.
He opened his door and very gently scooped up her lightweight body in his arms. As a reflex, maybe even thinking he was still the chair, she held onto his chest, still sleeping like a baby. He couldn't help but notice the smoothness of her thighs. He very quietly walked down to the second floor and managed to turn the doorknob of her apartment open. He went to the back of the apartment and laid her down on her bed. Looking at her for a moment, he had decided to just remove her shoes and her hair band and softly pulled the blanket over her lovely body. And just as quietly as he entered, he left her apartment.
Russ returned to his own place, not the least bit tired, but the feeling of being absolutely alive for the first time since his divorce. This was one of the best days he had had in a long time. He got to spend several hours with such a charming, attractive young lady. She was funny, a blast to be around and smart as a whip. She had just a slip of shyness which he found absolutely adorable and had blushed when he told her how great it was to have such a lovely new neighbor. But, being a man, her personality is not the only thing he thought of. Her body was so sexy. Her small pointed tits pointed out from her top and her smooth legs, that he wanted to touch so badly, lead up to her precious, heart-shaped bottom that he imagined rubbing while kissing her passionately.
Despite the deodorant, he still smelled like a corpse and took a shower. As he was waiting for it to heat up he climbed out of his sweaty, dirty clothes and examined his nakedness in the mirror. He had thick thighs and a hairy chest. He always thought younger women preferred smooth chests, but as he assumed she would never give him the time of day as a romantic object, it didn't matter. Thinking of her, his cock jutted out from his body. He was about average size, 6 or 7 inches, but he found that that was enough for most women. Stepping into the shower, he knew he needed to jack off badly, but saved the best part for last. He washed his thick head of hair and soaped up his body. He lathered up his cock and started to stroke furiously, finally getting the release he had wanted all along after admiring her sweet little body, cute little tits and an ass he wanted to fuck so badly.
He tilted his head back under the spray of the shower and began to moan and talk, imagining she was with him. "Oh Dolly, you want my cock sweetheart? You want me to fuck that wet little pussy? I'll give you my big cock and make you feel all better....Ohh, ooh Dolly...Dolly, oh yeah baby." It didn't take long for his cock to spit up it's sperm. There was stream after stream and he imagined how hot she would look with his cum shooting over her tits and sweet, bubblegum lips.
Exhausted by such exertion, he rinsed off and stepped out of the shower and dried his body, his cock deflating after such use. He scrubbed his head till his hair was practically dry and fell into bed. He was just as exhausted as Dolly, but for a different reason. This girl was something special, he knew, and he sensed great possibilities in the future, if only to be in her presence in a platonic sense.
Late the next morning, Dolly awoke. She raised her head to observe her surroundings. Her first full day in a place of her own. She thought with confusion for a moment, as the last thing she remember was being in Russ's apartment, but soon figured out what had happened and she appreciated him bringing her home.
Her body was sore from the move and she drew herself a bath, pouring in bubble bath. She shucked off her clothes from the day before and slipped into the hot water. She thought about how nice it was of Russ to help her. She wasn't going to ignore the fact that she thought him attractive. He was a regular looking guy, not a man to find in modeling ads, and yet there was something so suggestive about him, though he had been nothing but a gentleman towards her. His body and personality was alive with sexual energy, and she imagined herself, a petite girl, squirming and wiggling in his lap.
