Several months ago I turned 32 and bought my first co-op apartment. My immediate neighbor is a divorcee, in her late 40s, and she's got definite sex appeal. Yeah, she's older, but she's aged well. Mind you, she's not a hottie like some twenty year-old. But she doesn't have a stupid tongue piercing or a tattoo on her lower backside. Her tits aren't exactly perky anymore, but they are real and can still easily command a man's attention. I would guess they are C cups. For the sake of the story, I'll call her Linda.
Linda and I never really spoke too much. We would exchange greetings briefly while waiting for the elevator and occasionally in the laundry room. Once we crossed paths at the grocery store. But it was never more than a hello and a friendly smile. Until several days ago that is. It was a Thursday evening and we were doing laundry. Surprisingly, she started our first real conversation. That's how I found out she's been divorced for 5 years. And she hasn't really dated too much since then.
The conversation naturally came around to what we do for a living. She works for a neighborhood dentist answering phones, handling insurance claims and ordering supplies.
Me, I'm a freelance Web developer (can you say, starving artist?) and a part-time college student. But I inherited enough money several years ago to help me live comfortably, at least for a while. But that's not exactly what I told her. I don't know why I lied, I just did. I guess I wanted to see her reaction. The conversation went something like this:
"And what do you do for a living?"
"Well I freelance making Web sites part-time and have another part-time job for a few months now."
"Oh really, what do you do?"
"Well, I feel kind of funny saying. I mean, you might get offended and think negatively of me. It's not too bad, not like I sell drugs or anything illegal."
"Well, you can't say something like that and then not tell me. Besides, you've really got me curious. Don't worry, I won't judge you or get offended."
I paused a few seconds, pretending to be giving her request serious consideration. In truth, not only was I going to tell her, I couldn't wait to see her reaction.
"Well, I'm involved in adult entertainment… on the Internet. Let's just leave it at that." Then I made a facial expression as if I was embarrassed. But like my story, it was a fake.
"Wow, I really wasn't expecting that. Don't worry; I don't think it's so bad. As long you stay safe and make money. You've got to do what you can in today's world."
I could tell from her demeanor and facial expressions that her interest clearly increased. She wanted… no, she needed, more details.
All I said was, "Thanks, I'm glad you see it that way."
We stood there for a moment and just kind of laughed about what we were discussing. She then did just what I was hoping she would. She asked for more details. "I don't mean to pry, I'm just really curious about what you do. I go on the Internet, but never really looked at those kind of sites."
I frowned as if I didn't really want to continue, but offered the following: "Do you know what facials are?"
"You mean like when women get facial treatments for their skin?"
"Well, yes and no. The work I do deals mostly with a fetish that a lot of men like to look at. Man, this is embarrassing. Okay, here goes. The site focuses on men cumming on women's faces…well-endowed men." I tried to make it sound as palatable as I could.
I thought to myself, "Damn, I'm good!"
"Oh my!" She half laughed, and then added: "I guess you learn something new every day."
After a few seconds she continued. "How long have you been doing this?"
"About 6 months. I don't know how long I'll continue but right now the money is good and there is quite a demand." I waited a few seconds, and then added, "Have you ever tried doing that?"
I knew this was pushing things to the next step, but I felt emboldened by how the conversation had gone so far.
She acted shy about responding but answered, "No, no, that never came up." She laughed.
The good news was, she didn't say anything resembling, "No, I'd never do anything like that!"
At this point we both laughed and exchanged friendly smiles. Really, what else was there to do?
Now I had to figure out a way for us to visit away from the laundry room. Being that I had never seen any of the apartment layouts except for the one I purchased, I asked if I could come over and see her place.
"Sure, is tomorrow night good? Around eight?"
"Yeah, that's good. Thanks."
She added, " I'd like to see your place, too. I was only inside once before you moved in. You had it painted, right?"
"Yeah, when I first moved in I had it painted and a new kitchen put in."
"Oh, I'd really like to see how it looks."
"Great, no problem."
Her dryer had just finished its cycle and she got busy folding her laundry. I spied some undergarments and she caught me looking. I just smiled, probably with a stupid look on my face. But she didn't seem to mind.
Eight o'clock Friday night I rang her bell. She answered the door, looking pretty and showing some cleavage. It's not like I think the world revolves around me, but I just knew this was for my benefit. It had to be.
She invited me in and showed me around. She also had a 2-bedroom apartment. It was laid out slightly different from my own, and her kitchen was a little larger. She even showed me her bedroom. She suggested after seeing my place that we come back and have some coffee and talk some more. "Okay, sounds good," I responded.
Next we came over to my place. She really liked how I fixed over the kitchen and she commented that the apartment looked bigger painted white instead of the dark speckled color the previous owners had used.
I thanked her for the compliments. We walked back into the living room and she commented on my computer. "Do you have the fast Internet service?"
"Yeah, I really need it for my work. It makes it easier to upload a client's work to the Internet."
"Do you mind if we go on-line? I'd like to see how fast it works. I've been thinking about getting the fast service through my cable. Right now I use my telephone connection and have AOL."
"Yeah sure. I'll show you. Once you have the fast service, you won't be able to go back to a phone connection. Plus, you won't tie up your phone line."
"Yeah, I know. That's been a problem for me. Guess I've just been too cheap," she laughed.
I pulled her up a chair alongside mine and held it out for her. She sat down and said thank-you. For the first time I noticed that I enjoyed her scent.
"Your perfume smells really good," I laughed.
"Oh, thanks."
I gave her control of the mouse and keyboard and told her to go ahead and test it out. She went to a Web site that sells women's clothing and accessories. It came up right away and that seemed to excite her.
After checking out a couple of more Web sites she said. "This is fast. It's great." She paused, and then continued, "So I've been really curious, can I see some of your work?"
"You mean my freelance work?"
"Yes, and… if you're not embarrassed, I must admit, I'm curious about your other work too," she said shyly.
I laughed. I liked how she referred to my adult work as "other." Of course, I now had a problem. There really was no "other" work. I made the entire thing up. Damn! Talk about not thinking things through.
Think fast. think fast!
I told her I felt awkward showing her the Web site right now, but that I had some photos I could show her. Luckily, I did have some photos on the computer I took with a past girlfriend. I opened the folder and let her flip through the slide show. She was obviously impressed with my (circumcised) endowment.
"Wow, I feel funny asking, but how big are you?"
"I was blessed with 9" and almost 7" around. Yes, I've measured." Our eyes met for just a moment followed by a pleasant smile. This was going good. And truth be told, I was feeling even bigger than my regular size right now! I was hot, to put it mildly.
She looked at me again and giggled.
When she got up to the photo of my girlfriend's face covered with my cum, she just stopped and stared for a minute. She seemed transfixed.
She inhaled and made a strange noise. Her breasts heaved when she exhaled. She let out a half-laugh. "Do the girls really like it?"
"Yeah, so far as I can tell… I can't believe you've never done it. I thought it was pretty common."
"Well, maybe for your generation," she laughed.
At this point, I really had to adjust my erection in my pants. She had already seen it in the photos so I just went for it. "Excuse me for a second, but I have to fix something." I stood up and turned away slightly. She didn't know what I meant but when she saw me put my hand down my pants she realized what I was doing.
It was a bold move, but I felt it would help this little game progress.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I've gotten a little excited. Between these pictures and your… cleavage… " I just let that thought trail off and pretended to be embarrassed.
She laughed and said she didn't think anyone would ever be interested in her that way again.
"Why not, you've still got a nice figure, nice…" I hesitated, "breasts, face, beautiful lips, and a great personality."
She lit up.