My head is aching from playing computer game all day long. I remember how miserable I felt while telling myself that this won't give me anything beneficial, that I should find something productive to do, over and over again, until I looked at the clock and remembered that dad will be arriving soon. I turned off the computer. Gaming hangover kicked in. It's already 6 pm, and it's cold. I forgot that winter is already coming.
"I'm going out, need to get some fresh air" I stated to my digitally occupied parents. No one heard what I said.
I go down to our cold damp basement, head to my dull room and put on my dollar sweater, dollar track pants, five dollar coat (which is fabulous as fuck), took out $3 out of my hanged dollar jeans, fetch my keys, then head out. Winter. Flashbacks of my ex came to my mind. It was the same cold that made me appreciate the heat of her body and love. Too bad it's not the same year, nor the same man she's fucking. I wonder if her new boyfriend fuck her better than I did. I remember her on my bed with a dim yellowish lighting, her cute little pussy being stretched out wide by my massive cock in a doggy style position. Somehow imagining her moaning loudly, being fucked at the same position by another guy turns me on. Perhaps it was the porn overdose during my preteen that made me sensitive to third person view. I shrug the image out of my mind as I paid attention to the sidewalk I'm walking on. A faint beeping and engine rumble caught my attention.
It was a tow truck. I wonder if a car broke down, or it was just parked at the wrong space. As I deduct this in my mind, I noticed a silhouette behind the curtain of a window of an apartment in front of the tow truck. The figure is like of a doll, with a ponytail hair. I think she's also watching the phenomenon outside of her apartment. In my eyes, it was a semi skinny girl with a crossed arm, standing inanimately. I'm curious, I stopped walking and examine the figure more carefully. Maybe she's alone, maybe she's horny. Damn, if this girl is as I imagine, I will not go home unfucked. I stood there for about 30 seconds until she moved. She noticed me I think. What if she's creeped out? or curious? maybe both? Her hand moved the curtain gracefully, revealing a magnificient face that exceeded my expectation.
Oh.. My.. God..
She's a fucking angel. I noticed my jaw dropped and eyes widen. Unconsciously of course.
I manage to wave my hand mechanically. I was astonished. An amused smile spread across her face. Suddenly, the tow truck became silenced, wind stopped blowing, all I can hear is a giggling sweet voice and my heart beat. I can sense a rise of desire in me, as well as a rise of erection. I got to talk to her. My surprise became excitement. She must be the hottest girl I saw in my whole life, and I'm not going to miss this chance. Not this time. I eagerly signaled her to come down. No matter how weird this is between two strangers, I am going to talk to her. She put her two fingers on her lips, pondering over the decision of letting me come, or stay, and masturbate. Obviously it's also a chance of an adventure for her. After a brief moment, she run hastily away from the window. Good call. "She's horny." I assured myself. She came to the entrance. Despite of the mixed feeling of excitement and uncertainty, I managed to drag myself to the door.
As I get closer, her beauty intensifies. She's about 5'5" slender woman. Her dancing eyes is blackish in color, small face, pink lips with a hint of a sexy smirk. My eyes roll from her face down to her collarbone then to the cleavage, which is showed very deep because of the damn revealing white undershirt shes wearing. She's not wearing a bra. Not wearing a fucking bra. Her nipples is poking out to me, her tops being stretched out by her semi big round tits. God I imagine grabbing them, feeling its soft almost mushy texture. The part that caught my attention the most is her great meaty legs, being coated by a cute pink shorts that's 1 inch close to her gaping middle. Her dark eyes delighted, twinkling merrily. She's just my type, only better. Now it's only a door that separates us. My mind popped an image of her clothes being ripped. I wonder how her pussy taste like. Whoa, slow down brain. I looked at the door handle, and she promptly open the door for me. An aphrodisiac scent welcomed me, the kind of scent when you don't take a bath for a day. I guess she just got home from work. The lion inside me growled.
"This is really crazy.." she said, while holding an expression of bewilderment yet excited.
"I know, but the moment I saw you at the window, I know I have to meet you" I explained.
"I'm Von."
"I'm Alish.." as she present her slender hand.
"You're name is as exotic as your beauty" I said as I shake her hand softly. She grinned, amused.
"We should get to know each other, so why don't you invite me to your apartment for a cup of coffee?"
