The lady gave Jake a friendly smile before closing the door to her house, food delivery carton in her hands. She had answered the door in nothing but her bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head, and Jake had tried his hardest to not gawk at her generous cleavage during their brief interaction. For a few seconds, he imagined that he was in one of those porn scenarios, before reality hit him and reminded him that it doesn't work that way. The lady had been a bit older, probably in her forties, but her body was so hot in that robe. Her breasts were big and heavy, and her legs were long and well-trained. She had only been a couple of inches shorter than him.
With a pulsing ache in his crotch, Jake walked back to his car and got in the driver's seat. His old black sedan smelled of the greasy air from 6 hours of food delivery work. This was not going to be the rest of his life, he had already decided. While he didn't hate his job per-se, the tips were decent and some deliveries, such as the last one for today he had just delivered to, were a nice bonus, he had bigger ideas of becoming an entrepreneur, which he had already started calling himself in social outings. This way he'd really have to become one, or he would look pretty stupid, he had figured out.
Jake sighed, turned on his car, and put into gear. The drive home was a dull affair, but at least the late hour meant that the worst of traffic was already over. He was pretty zoned out for most of it, and barely noticed arriving at his apartment complex. A big part of him wanted to lie down in bed and pass out already, but he knew that he would feel guilty about not getting his daily practice in, so that he could finally start building the life he wanted for himself. He would postpone the decision until after he had washed the cooking grease out of his clothes, he decided, and walked up the stairs to his floor of the building.
After locking the door to his apartment, Jake switched on the light in the hallway, and took off his shoes. His apartment was a small one, consisting of a combined bedroom and home office, a small kitchen with the bare minimum equipment, and an even smaller bathroom with a standing shower. The bedroom-office was as messy as ever, with clothes strewn about on the floor, and a bed that couldn't remember the last time it had been made properly. In one corner was the office section, if one could call it that. There was a small coffee table boosted on top of a couple of empty beer crates, to give it the needed height for the typical armrest-less office chair with wheels. On top of the table was a laptop, which Jake used to conduct his "entrepreneurship", and learn about web development as often as he could, so he could acquire some actual practical skills to put his entrepreneurship to use with.
The far wall of the room was covered with windows, as well as a door to a modest balcony. Jake enjoyed going out there for fresh air and to take in the view, which was mostly just the street below. This he decided to do, before he would go take a shower to wash the grease out of his body, and then hopefully not be too exhausted to knock out an hour or so of learning on the computer. He could use a break out in the air to clear his mind a bit.
He put the slippers that he had conveniently placed next to the balcony door on his feet and stepped outside. A small table and plastic chair were the only furniture on the balcony, and the air was still warm even though it was mostly dark outside. An acrid smell of lit cigarettes lingered in the air, and Jake noticed wisps of smoke in the corner of his right eye. Was there something going on in the apartment next door? It had been empty for a while now, Jake's part of town wasn't exactly the most competitive when it came to looking for rentals.
Turning to his right, he saw a woman leaning over the railing of the next balcony, looking wistful with a glass of red wine in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. It was still warm outside, and she was wearing a blue sundress. Her body was curvy, and she was of medium height, with large breasts barely held back by the fabric of her dress. Was she wearing a bra? Jake couldn't tell from this angle. Her dark brown hair went down to her shoulders in long curly strands, and her tanned skin had an olive tone. Her eyes were dark and forlorn.
"Nice evening, isn't it? I'm Jake." He decided to break the ice, and the woman startled slightly before turning to face him. "Did you just move in? I haven't seen you around here before." Her facial expression shifted from surprise to relief, and she gazed him up and down with a hint of slyness in her dark eyes.
The woman gathered herself, and responded. "Hi Jake. Yeah, just yesterday, actually. I have some things to sort out, and I'm kind of new to this part of town. Oh yeah, my name is Lorelei." She put the half-burnt cigarette to her full lips and took a deep drag. Her eyes were looking off to the side, as if distracted by something. She seemed to be in her forties, if Jake had to guess. He had a bit of a thing for older women, and she was embodying everything about that thing. A full figure with generous curves, standing steadily on a pair of long, world-weary legs. A hint of wistful darkness was in her expression, that otherwise said that she was a woman who knew what she wanted. Damn, she was hot. Jake had to consciously remind himself to be polite when greeting a new neighbor.
"Cool. Welcome, I guess. Yeah." Trying not to visibly cringe at his own awkwardness, Jake pretended to see something interesting on the horizon. His new neighbor was a sexy older woman, and he was at a loss for words, suddenly finding himself stuck in his head, mired in feelings of guilt over putting off his evening studies, trying to find something interesting to say. Lorelei averted her expectant gaze after a few long seconds of silence, as if to see what had caught Jake's eye on the horizon. There wasn't anything but quiet apartment complexes made of brick.
"Cool. So yeah, let me know if you need anything, I guess. I'm gonna go call it a night I think. Cool. Yeah, see you around." His tired brain managed to excuse him enough to go back inside where he would only be awkward to himself. He tried to yawn convincingly.
Lorelei looked back at him with a curious expression. "Good night, Jake. See you around."
Jake quietly exhaled after closing the balcony door behind him. He hadn't been mentally prepared for that encounter, and his thoughts were beating him up for his awkward behavior, as usually happens. After gathering himself and taking a few more steps away from the balcony door, he decided to dare a peek backwards and out the balcony windows. Lorelei was still there, he could see her dark curly hair strands that touched her shoulders in the light breeze. Her shoulders, where the thin blue straps were barely holding up her dress. In his mind, Jake's hands wandered up her back under those straps...
His right hand had wandered down to his crotch, he discovered, and was firmly grasping the throbbing bulge that was building there. He needed a shower before doing anything else that evening, he decided, and went into the bathroom. First, his shirt came off, revealing a chiseled and toned chest. Jake wasn't the biggest man in town, but was he was young and tall with a tone people would usually describe as "ripped". Next, he took off his pants and underwear, reveling his equally toned legs, and pulsing cock.
