When I was 21 I moved into my first apartment. The building had a lot of Spanish people. My neighbor was Mrs. rodregiez, She was 48 5'5, 140 pounds with a small stomach. You know the kind you get after you have kids. Through the walls I always hear yelling between her husband and their kids. I couldn't make out what was being said but I knew he was an ass hole. I would see Mrs. rodregiez in the hallway and in the laundry room, she always wore a housecoat. You know the kind that was white with flowers and buttoned up the front. One day I came home and she was carrying groceries, she looked like she was having trouble so I offered my assistance and took one of them and helped her into the apartment. I put the bag on the kitchen table and while she took off her coat and she asked me if I was busy, when I said no, she asked my to stay for a while. I agreed and she told me to go have a seat on the couch. I went into the living room and sat down. At that point every sexual feeling about her shot back into my head, every time I looked at her perky tits, everytime I looked at her ass, every time I imagined her lips and tongue on my cock. It all came back at that moment. My heart-started racing, the pounding of my heart was so loud that I am sure that she could have heard it if she was sitting next to me. My palms starting sweating and my hands started shaking I knew at this moment I wanted her.
When she came into the room she was wearing her housecoat, it was yellow and white and with flowers. Her legs were slightly exposed and her nipples were almost visible through the material. We started talking about general things like the weather and then the conversation moved toward her relationship with her husband. She told me that he often yelled at her and I told her that I could hear it through the wall. She looked at me for a second and at that moment we established trust. We talked for a little while longer and during our conversation she said that she hardly had sex anymore. I looked at her in surprise and she just laughed. I was looking around the room to hide my embarrassment and while I was looking away she asked my why my hand was shaking. I said I was nervous, she looked at me and she asked why. I paused for what felt like eternity, and admitted that it was her. I blushed and looked down and my left leg as shacking. I then said "I am sorry if I embarrassed you Mrs. Rodregiez". She said call me Maria. I said "Maria", looking into her eyes. I think I should go, and before she could answer I stood up and went toward the door, when I got there I turned around and she was still sitting on the couch looking at me with this confused look on her face.