I've been living in the same apartment building for the past 7 years and hardly knew anyone here. I knew there was a gorgeous guy that lived three doors down from me cause I've seen him walk past my window every morning for the past 3 years on his way to work. Just recently I've been making sure I had some reason to be outside as the same time as he was. To take out the trash or go to my car or check the mail. What ever reason I could come up with to walk by his gorgeous body, and what a body he had. He must have been in his 40's, he was at least 6'2 and solid muscle. He had curly black hair and light brown eyes. In the summer time he would wear a T-shirt that showed off his huge muscled arms. The thought of having his big arms around me gave me shivers every time I thought about it.
I had been writing down all the fantasies I was having about this man. I put them in a green folder and left them in my apartment. At least that's where I thought I had left them. One night when I came home and looked for the folder again, it was gone. I thought maybe I had picked it up by mistake and brought it with me to work. Oh well, I thought. It's gone now. I was just glad I didn't have my name on it anywhere, anyone who picked it up would never know it was mine.
After going out in the mornings when I knew he would be around, off and on over a couple of weeks and never even getting a good morning from him I decided to give up. I was headed back to my apartment one morning when the guy that lives directly across from me came out of his door with his hands full. He was trying to lock his door when papers and envelopes went flying all over the place right in front of me. I stopped and helped him pick his things up. As I handed them to him I noticed he was blushing bright red. I thought he was embarrassed for dropping his stuff, but I noticed he was trying not to look at my blouse. To my absolute horror, I soon realized that it had come all the way undone and he could see the black lacy bra I was wearing.
"Oh my god!" I gasped as I turned around to pull my blouse back together. I was so embarrassed, I wished the sidewalk would just open up and swallow me whole.
When I did turn back around he had gone back to straightening his papers. I started to leave when he spoke. "You know you just made my day. I'm sure I won't be able to wipe this smile off my face for the rest of the day." He winked at me as he headed to his car. I was mortified.
As I got back in my apartment and shut the door, I knew my face was red as hell. But I got a rush from seeing that man starring at my black lace covered breasts. He seemed to like what he saw.
That night while I was fixing dinner I heard a knock on the door. I wasn't expecting anyone and wondered who was knocking. I was shocked when I looked through the peephole and discovered it was the guy from this morning. I knew I looked horrible but I had to answer the door. I smoothed down my hair as best I could and slowly opened the door. He was standing there with a bottle of wine in one hand and a single red rose on the other.
"I thought I should apologize for this morning." He sounded sincere but he looked right at my chest as he said it with a smirk on his face. He handed me the flower first, leaned down and kissed my cheek. Then handed me the bottle of wine.
"Enjoy this with your dinner." He looked at me, then turned to leave.
"Would you like to join me for some dinner and a glass of wine?" I didn't think he would take me up on the offer but it would have been rude not to ask, since I knew he could smell the food cooking on the stove.
"Sure." He said casually as he walked by me and strode into my apartment. I was a little nervous about having this stranger in my apartment, especially since he was looking at me like I was dessert.
"By the way, my name is Sean." He held his hand out for me to shake. "Mary." His eyes never leaving mine, he took my hand, brought it to his lips and planted a soft kiss on the back of my hand, sending a small shiver through my body. He smiled as he let go of my hand. I knew he felt the shiver.
I started to open the wine, but he took my hand from the bottle, kissed it and started to open the wine. "Allow me." He poured us each a glass, I took a large sip to help with my nerves. I turned back to him and saw him smiling at me again. Only this time he looked different, blurry. My vision blurred, I felt kinda dizzy. Sean came over to me took the glass from my hands and led me to the couch. "Just relax, don't try and fight it." He said as I felt the darkness surround me.
In the light of the following morning, I opened my eyes, turning my head too look around the room I was in. I knew something was wrong when I went to stretch my sore legs and couldn't move them. I started to panic when I realized I couldn't move my arms either.
"Oh, so your finally awake. I didn't think that little sip would knock you out for quite so long." I knew that voice. It was Sean's.
