Tim Jackman was looking for an apartment. He was living at home, but his retired parents were selling their house and moving into a condo in a retirement village. That meant he had to find a place of his own. He scanned the Jamestown "Bugle" and spotted an ad for a relatively inexpensive furnished apartment. The address wasn't far from police headquarters and the rent was in the range he thought he could swing on his pay. He picked up his phone and dialed the number in the ad.
"Windrift Apartments," a sultry feminine voice said.
"Wow, does she ever sound hot!" Tim thought as the wonderful voice caressed his ear. "Ah...I'm calling about your ad for an apartment in the 'Bugle'," he said.
"We have several openings," the voice said. "How big an apartment are you looking for?"
"Ah...a...a one-bedroom, I guess," Tim said. The voice was really something. Husky, and captivating, it had a surprising effect on him. He was getting aroused from talking to a woman he hadn't seen about renting an apartment. Damn!
"Whoever that is, she's probably fifty, fat, and frumpy," he told himself. The argument did little to stem the swelling in his groin. "I...ah...can I, ah, make an appointment to come over and look at one?" he stammered.
"You don't need an appointment," the voice said. "I'll be here all morning. Just come over when you have time."
"Ah...I...I'll be there in about a half-hour," Tim said. "Ah...my name's Jackman...um...Tim Jackman."
"I'm looking forward to meeting you, Tim Jackman," the voice said. "I'll see you in a half an hour."
It actually took Tim forty-five minutes to get to the apartment building. Just in case the woman who he'd spoken with turned out not to be fifty, fat, and frumpy, he took a shower and put on some decent clothes. He was pleased to find that the apartment complex was a fairly new collection of boxy buildings located in a low-crime neighborhood. It looked well-cared for. He parked in a space marked "Visitors" in the parking lot and followed signs that directed him to the office.
The woman who the stimulating voice belonged to was anything but fifty, fat, and fumpy, he learned, when he walked into the office.
The woman smiled at him when he walked into the office. "Hi," she said. She got up from the desk she was sitting at and walked to where Tim stood. "You must be Tim Jackman. I'm Carol Ann Allenstein, the manager." She offered him her hand.
Tim shook hands with her, and when he did, he felt electricity run up his arm. "Ah...hi," he said. "You...you're right, I...I am Tim Jackman."
Carol Ann was something else! About five-nine and quite slim, she was deeply tanned. Her shiny brown hair, which hung to the middle of her back, was done in that crimped style he'd never learned the name of. She had on a knee-length white skirt which was cinched around her impossibly tiny waist by a wide black belt. She also had on a skimpy white top decorated with black dots, which was held closed by black buttons. The top ended some distance above the belt, exposing a delightful strip of tan, flat belly and a nearly-perfect navel. Over the top she wore a white jacket. Tim looked at her and swallowed hard. She was dynamite!
Carol Ann seemed to sense his discomfiture and grinned. "You said you wanted to look at an apartment?" she said.
"Ah...yeah," Tim gulped. "One bedroom, I guess."
"OK," she said, "I'll show you 214. It's only one bedroom, it's really nice, and the rent's reasonable." She smiled at him warmly. "It's near the pool, and it's near the manager's apartment, too."
"Sounds...uh...good," Tim gulped.
"Come on," Carol Ann said, walking out of the office, by him. She started down a hallway toward a flight of stairs.
Tim watched her walk away from him for a second or two, then he started after her. Watching Carol Ann go up the stairs was quite enjoyable. Although she was thin, her bottom was taut and finely formed and her hips swayed wonderfully as she mounted the stairs. Her long legs and well-formed calves looked very inviting. By the time they reached the second floor, he had a real problem in his jeans. Carol Ann was one hot lady!
The manager unlocked the door to Apartment 214 and went inside. Tim followed her. Inside the cozy apartment, she smiled at him warmly. "This is all there is," she said. "What do you think?"
Tim looked around. "Ah...it's...nice," he stammered. The apartment was small, but the furnishings were nice - mostly new - and it was clean. To the right of the door was a small combined kitchen-dining nook. To the left of that was a small living room. The living room held a sofa, chair, and even a TV set. There were two doors in the wall at the far end of the living room.
"The bathroom's through that door, there," Carol Ann said, indicating the door on the left. She pointed to the door on the right. "The bedroom's in there." She gave Tim a very interesting look.
"Does that look mean what I think it does?" Tim wondered. He decided he had to be imagining things. It wasn't as if he was some kind of hot-looking stud or something.
"Would you like to see the bedroom, Mr. Jackman?" Carol Ann asked.
"Ah...sure," Tim replied. "Why not?"
He watched Carol Ann walk across the living room, then he followed her. She opened the door and stepped inside the bedroom. So did Tim.
The bedroom was large and airy. Tim was surprised to find that it had a king-sized bed. That he hadn't expected. "It's...ah... very nice," he said.
"That door over there is the closet," Carol Ann told him. "It's pretty good-sized."
"Good," Tim said. "I have to tell you, I didn't expect a king-sized bed, though."
