We lived on the top floor of a five story apartment building. Most of the residents were in their late twenties to early thirties. We were the exception I was 45. Even so we were a fairly close knit community. As is always the case some friendships were closer than others. In the case of my wife Jan her best buddy Val who was 25 lived two levels down from us.
At first I wondered why Valerie spent so much of her time with us. She was a lively intelligent and free spirited soul who thrived on the company of like minded people. Then I met her husband.
Bob was a dullard. Why she married him I'll never know
Unlike most redheads Val had a freckle free porcelain white complexion. Her green eyes could go from warmly welcoming to smoulderingly sexy literally in the blink of an eye.
Her breasts, while not large, looked firm. For when she wore a shirt or a tight sweater there were no tell-tale strap signs which seemed to indicate that she did not wear or need a bra.
If I am giving the impression of a sexy woman then so be it. At first I thought that Val's sexiness was natural. Just a part of being Valerie but it soon became apparent that she was a tease who could turn it on and off at will. To accomplish this she could use her eyes or her boobs, but most of all her incredible legs.
Val always wore a mini-skirt. Because with legs like hers why would she not?. There is something about porcelain white skin on long smooth legs that is downright sexy and Val knew it. Whenever Jan was not around she was forever crossing and uncrossing them to draw my attention. A trick that never failed.
Her dainty feet transitioned through smooth ankles to long shapely calves, dimpled knees and thighs that carried just enough weight to change sleek perfection into downright erotic.
Keeping her knees together seemed to be difficult for Val. Her legs were always slightly parted and when she swung them around to face me I was allowed an up-skirt glimpse that didn't quite let me see her panties. Except on one occasion Jan walked out of the room then Val slowly and provocatively pointed her knees in my direction then gradually parted her thighs till I could see pink panties with a definite camel-toe in the crotch and tiny wisps of red hair to either side. This gave me an instant steel hard erection which put a lascivious smile on Val's face as the tip of her tongue slid from side to side between her lips. This is when I reached the conclusion than Val was doing more than teasing me.
That night Jan was the beneficiary of Valerie's teasing as I gave her pussy the kind of hammering that had her squealing with delight.
Whilst using Val to stimulate my love life was great there was always a degree of frustration involved because I recognised Val's teasing for what it was. A blatant invitation. Whilst this was an invitation that I found exciting I also thought that it would never be realised. I was soon to be proved wrong.
Jan was spending a couple of weeks with her parents, she had been gone for three or four days when there was a knock at the door I opened it to reveal Valerie standing there in her shortest mini-skirt and a tight tee shirt that left no doubt that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were almost poking through the material.
'Hi neighbour.' she said. 'I thought that you might like some company.'
Company! I thought. She is definitely looking for more than company.
'Come in.' I replied. 'I'm just designing and constructing a cup of coffee. Want some.'
She gave a throaty chuckle. 'Sure why not?' Then proceeded to her usual chair in the kitchen where she swung her knees toward me and once again slightly parted those luscious legs giving me a quick flash of inside thigh.
This time things were somewhat different. My wife was away with no chance of her returning in the near future.
