The day I moved into my new apartment was rather bittersweet. Having to leave my kids behind with my soon-to-be ex was a tough one. On the other hand, bumping into my downstairs neighbor (literally) turned out to be quite ... enjoyable.
As I was bringing in another load on my two-wheel dolly, backing up the stairs, the door to the building flew open, and this beautiful young woman in hospital scrubs came flying out, running in to me. She was about 5'4', long brown hair down to her shoulder blades, and bright green eyes.
As we both stood there apologizing to each other, she asked if I was moving in, and I told her which unit I was moving in to. She told me that I was going to be right upstairs from her, and introduced herself as Brandy. Then she smiled, welcomed me to the building, and said that she was late for work, but hopefully we'd be able to talk soon. I truly enjoyed the view as I watched her run to her car. She had a gorgeous ass!
Soon after I was settled in, I saw her again while I was enjoying a beer on my balcony. She was getting out of her car with her son, who looked to be about a year and a half old, and a guy about her age. I soon found out that the son wasn't his, they were living together, and the kid's dad only popped in about once a month or so. I also soon learned that the boyfriend wasn't much help with the son, and was in fact a bit of an asshole to her. I could often hear them arguing, and I rarely saw him even help her with the boy when they were getting out of the car together.
After a couple of months, they had a huge screaming match in the middle of the night (She came home from her shift as a nurse and found him getting high with her son sitting right next to him. Like I said, he was an asshole, and stupid, at that!). The next day, he moved out. That night, I could hear her crying down stairs.
Over time, we would run into each other, and talk as neighbors do. One Friday, I saw her son's father come by, and pick him up. I saw her a few minutes after that, and she told me that he was taking their son for the weekend, and she lamented that for the first time in months, she was alone for the weekend, didn't have to work, and had no plans at all. I told her that I was in the same boat, and, if she wanted, she could come upstairs and enjoy a bottle of wine or two with me, and we could be alone together.
About 8 o'clock that evening, I heard a knock on my door. As I opened it, I saw Brandy standing there wearing a pair of cut-off shorts and a tank top, looking better that I had ever seen her.
After I was able to stop stammering and close my mouth, I let her in, and we went out on to my balcony, which over looks the parking lot and the forest preserve beyond it. I brought out a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses, and we proceeded to relax in the cooling night air and had a nice conversation about nothing in particular
Half way through the second bottle, we started talking about past relationships. We talked about what happened in my failed marriage. She said that due to some of the noise she's heard coming from my apartment, I must have been recovering nicely.(I knew that I should have fixed that squeaking bed!), and she eventually told me what happened with her son's father (He didn't mind getting her pregnant, but wanted no part in raising his own son) and with her most recent boyfriend, the asshole (His attitude was that it wasn't his kid, so he shouldn't have to take ANY responsibility for him).
As she was telling me all of this, I could see teardrops forming in the corners of her eyes. If there is one thing that I can't stand to see, it's a beautiful woman crying over things that aren't her fault, so I started feeling some sympathy for her.
I put my arm around her to hold her as she started to cry, and I tried to tell her that it wasn't her fault that neither of these guys were man enough to act like a man and take some responsibility in their lives.
I wasn't sure if I was getting through to her, but I will admit that I didn't mind the feel of her firm breasts and what felt like hardening nipples against my arms.
When she stopped, I went inside for another bottle, and she went to my bathroom. When she came out, I could tell that she had washed the tears from her face, and more noticeably, it looked like she had taken her bra off, because now I could clearly see the outline of what appeared to be a pair of puffy chocolate-kiss-looking nipples.
She walked up to me and thanked me for listening to her sob story, and before I could say anything, she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. Now I could really feel her nipples pressing into my chest, and I liked it!!
She pulled back a little, looked up at me, and kissed me like I haven't been kissed in years!
We tongue wrestled for a couple of minutes, when she pulled back again, and asked me if I thought I could make her scream and moan like the other women she s heard up here. I told her that there's only one way to find out, and led her to my bedroom.
