Cormac awoke wet with sweat but well rested. He had no air conditioning in his small 9th floor studio apartment and he was too stubborn to remedy that now, so late in the summer. His body pulsed with the hot sticky air despite the fact that he wore only a pair of purple briefs which were pasted to his waist and stretched out tight. He was hard.
Cormac stood up out of bed and stretched his body out tall as his arms reached for the ceiling. He let out a small satisfied groan standing on his toes. He slid his underwear down his legs standing there naked. The warm sun from the window shined on his back and Cormac cracked his knuckles.
His bathroom was exactly five steps from his bed and he crossed these five steps with vigor. His erection bounced with each stride as if it was agreeing with every step he took. He reached down and turned the tap of the shower to cold and looked at himself in the mirror. He would need to shave. Cormac had gone three days without shaving and his stubble was turning into a beard making him look haggard. His skin was flush from the heat of his apartment and slick to the touch. Cormac rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the insides of his fists and proceeded to brush his teeth.
As he turned to the shower, Cormac took a deep breath and jumped under the gushing jets of water like he was ripping a band aid off. The water stunned his hot sweaty skin and his muscles went taught with the cold water washing over him. Slowly he relaxed under the chill shower and began washing himself as his erection finally subsided hanging thick and flaccid between his legs while the suds washed down the drain.
After drying off and leaving the bathroom he could hear, nine floors below his apartment, the street busy with activity, horns honking and music playing. The day had started without him, and Cormac felt like he was missing something. He felt a yearning to be included with the world on this beautiful sunny morning. The sun seemed to be grinning at Cormac as he looked out his window. It clung pinned there in the brilliant blue sky beaming like a giggling mad god. Cormac grinned back.
He dressed quickly; a pair of tight clean yellow and red striped briefs, a lean blue t-shirt, and black slacks. He grabbed a banana from his tiny kitchen counter for breakfast which he ate with gumption while he laced up his beaten brown leather work boots. Cormac was happy and ready for any adventure the day might throw his way.
It was his day off and he walked down the mangy hall-way to the old decrepit elevator that smelled of Thai curry and stale farts. He pulled back the metal gate and slid inside the grimy yellow and gray interior pressing the button for the first floor three times to be sure.
The elevator went through a quick series of clicks before a low groan and started to descend. At the fourth floor the elevator slowed to a stop.
A small slender woman in her mid-forties stood at the entrance of the elevator, and Cormac pulled open the gate for her. She stepped in smiling her gratitude towards Cormac looking him in the eyes. She had light grey eyes that made Cormac's chest swell, and her smile was warm and honest. She wore a blue sundress that hugged her breasts and hips. Her light blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail. Cormac could feel his face flush in embarrassment brought on by lust, but he managed a small smile in return. She stepped to his side and faced the elevator door.
At 6'3", Cormac stood more than a foot taller than the beautiful women in the sundress and through the corner of his eye he could see her chest rising and falling with each breath and the fabric of her dress clung proudly to her full breasts.
"It's so beautiful outside, I thought I'd better go take a walk." She said in a small smooth voice.
He thought he heard some sort of Eastern European accent in her voice.
"Ahem, yeah it really is, I was just going to do the same." He said.
She looked up at him and flashed another gorgeous smile, a sweet little gap between her front two teeth, as the elevator made its way to the ground floor.
"Would you mind if I joined you?" Cormac asked with a little bit of confidence in his voice. "It would be nice to get to know one of my neighbors. I'm still pretty new to the building." Cormac had just moved into the building two months ago after leaving school with his master's degree.
The elevator groaned to a stop and Cormac pulled open the gate.
"Sure that would be nice. I'm Natalia," she said extending her petite hand after they had both stepped out of the elevator
He took her svelte little hand in his big grip and replied, "Cormac. Nice to meet you."
They turned together and walked to the glass entry with its duct taped crack in the glass and loose black handle. Cormac held the door open for Natalia and he watched her pass before him. The dress swung from her hips with a touch of sass. He exited behind her and reached her side in two strides. She walked south so he just followed.
They talked about the building; the domestic disputes in the hallways, the invitations to play chess from the creepy old man that leered at Cormac with his tongue on his upper lip, the odd noises coming from any number of apartments near their own separate studios, and the gruff eight-fingered maintenance man, Crujillo, who Cormac learned, broke more things than he fixed and swore in six languages. Generally it was a very eclectic and eccentric building, so naturally it was entertaining to talk about with another resident. They were getting along very well.
"How old are you Cormac?"
He was beginning to revel in her accent. "27," he responded.
"Oh dear, you carry yourself to be much more mature, but you do look like a young colt, one with a lively stride!" she replied with a smile. "Well, I'm enjoying your company. In fact this has been a wonderful start to the day, so thank you for walking with me," Natalia stopped and turned towards Cormac, anticipating a reply.
"Natalia, it has been a pleasure. I very much enjoyed it as well." He said with a corny self conscience grin.
