I lived in the upper floor of a small tenement block. Most of the block was rented by students and I'd found that on the whole they were a reasonable bunch. They were attending university to learn and most of them tended to buckle down and do just that.
This didn't stop them having the occasional party but whoever was throwing the party generally let the rest of the tenants know and would give a casual invite for us to drop in. (Or to stay away if they wanted the party to be a private affair.)
Towards the end of the year, with all exams done and dusted, the guys in the three units on the floor below me decided to throw one big party, to which everyone was invited. Not to be outdone the three units on the next floor down decided they'd also throw a general party, with the result that we were going to have two floors of partying students, all letting down their hair now that the year was effectively over.
Being a friendly sort and being able to afford a bit of generosity I decided to attend the party, taking along sufficient beer to make me welcome on both floors. Amazing the amount of acceptance a free drink will get you.
The party was a fun event, noisy but not descending to too noisy. We were all just relaxing and enjoying ourselves. I spent time on both floors, nibbling on the free eats and having a bit to drink. I went very easy on the drink, not really wanting to become plastered. I spent most of my time just talking generally and flirting with the girls, wondering on my chances of striking it lucky.
I was on the upper floor at one stage and the party there had sort of migrated into one of the units. The other two units had their doors open and one or two people wandered in and out of them but basically just the tenants of those units, with all the foreigners in the single unit.
Except for one sweet young thing. I saw her yawning as she came down the corridor and she nipped into one of the other units. Tired and hoping to grab a little nap before continuing with the party. I watched her go and thought I'd give her a couple of minutes to relax and then wander in and see how well my charm worked.
I gave her her couple of minutes and then followed her into the unit. There wasn't anyone else around and looking around I saw her lying on the bed in one of the bedrooms, the door wide open. I strolled into the bedroom and stood there admiring her for a few moments.
From the way she was lying I was going to guess that she'd sat on the end of the bed and then laid back and closed her eyes for a moment, arms spread on either side. I don't know if she intended to fall asleep but I was pretty certain that she had.
She was twentyish with dark hair and a cute face. I didn't know what colour her eyes were as they were closed. She was wearing jeans, not skin tight blue jeans but a pair of cream coloured jeans, stylish but comfortable. She also had a milk chocolate coloured top, a loose top that she wore outside the jeans.
I gently closed the bedroom door and moved closer. I stood there, watching her sleep, a dreamy little smile on her face. After a while I lifted her top clear of her jeans and started undoing them. Undoing her belt, button, and zip was child's play, and she didn't stir while I did so. Then I started sliding her jeans down, making sure to take her panties with me on the trip.
The first problem came when I lifted her hips slightly to tug the jeans under her bottom. She woke up, blinked and stared at me.
"Do I know you?" she asked, seeming a little disconcerted. I suppose that you could be a little disconcerted to wake up and find a strange man pulling your panties down.
"Bernie," I told her. "And you are?"
"Debbie," she said sleepily. "Ah, what are you doing?"
"Just taking these off for you," I said in a matter of fact voice. "Don't worry, I did ask you for permission first. You'll be a lot more comfortable if you sleep without them."
That wasn't really a lie. I'd certainly thought about asking her but she'd been asleep and anyway, I'm sure that she'd have agreed, so I was sort of telling the truth.
By this time I also had her jeans and panties down past her knees, leaving some very interesting skin on display. I left them where they were for the moment, turning my attention to her top. I lifted her top up so her bra was exposed, while she slapped at my hands, still more asleep than awake. I was somewhat amused to see that her bra was the same colour as her top.
"Arch your back a little so I can undo this," I told her, plucking at her bra. "It must be uncomfortable trying to sleep with it on."
It's amazing what you can get away with if you use a commanding voice and project the confidence that you will just naturally be obeyed. Debbie obediently arched her back and my hand slipped under her and unhooked her bra in a flash. After that I eased it up off her breasts, and a lovely pair of breasts they were.
"What did you do that for?" Debbie demanded, sounding somewhat shocked.
"You wanted me to," I pointed out. "Why else would you have let me undo it? Anyway, it doesn't matter. You can relax and go to sleep now."
To help her relax I started giving her a light massage. Normally I'd massage the lady's back to help ease her to sleep. I mean, it wasn't my fault that she was lying on it. I just massaged anyway, feeling her breasts rolling moving under my hands.
Debbie started protesting, pointing out that I shouldn't be doing that. I sighed and pointed out that I was just helping her relax.
"Just go with the flow and see how relaxed you become," I advised her.
I have to admit that when one hand slipped between her legs and started massaging her there she didn't seem too relaxed. Her whole body seemed to jolt, probably because she tried to surge up into a sitting position only to find that all she succeeded in doing was to press her breasts very firmly into my other hand.
Debbie was finally wide awake and aware of what I was doing and wasn't having a bar of it.
"You stop that," she demanded. "Right now."
For a reply I cupped a breast and leaned forward to nibble on it. After a moment I lifted my head and winked at her.
