I nearly collapse on the ground as I walk through the door after an exhausting day at work. My asshole boss decided to make me stay late to train the new girl, and he figured there was no need to give me any sort of warning beforehand. To make matters worse, she hadn't gotten her uniform yet and she showed up in a pleated skirt so every time she had to climb the ladder to stock I was given quite the show. I felt like a creep whenever it happened, but that didn't stop me from staying horny all day from my little glimpses. Now all I want to do is rub one out real quick, relieve some tension, and then head to bed.
After a quick shower I settle into bed, reach into the drawer, and grab the bottle of lotion I keep for just these such occasions. I keep it in the drawer out of sight of any fortuitous encounters that might end up back in my room, but considering the dry streak I've been on recently I suppose I could just keep it out. But I like the little sentiment of optimism that comes with hiding it, so I'll likely keep it there to let the fantasy live on. Just as I begin to pull down my pants and start going about my business, I hear a knock at the door. What fantastic timing. I begrudgingly readjust my pants and go see who could be here at this hour.
As I approach the door I hear what sounds like a subtle giggling outside. I figure it's probably some kids from a different floor going around playing pranks, but might as well check anyway. I open the door and am met with a slight gust of wind, but an expected absence of anybody there. I guess I was right about it just being some annoying kids. I relock the door and head back to my room to finish what I started before I was interrupted.
I walk back into the room looking down at my phone, trying to find some inspiration for the upcoming deed. I'm so engrossed in my search that I don't notice my visitor, and nearly have a heart attack when I hear a soft and sensual woman's voice.
"Good evening," I quickly follow the sound to see the most beautiful woman I have ever seen sitting halfway in my open window. She lets out a small laugh at my obvious surprise. "Did you like my little trick?"
The sight that sits before me would be enough to leave anybody slack jawed. The woman has rather short brown hair, not quite shoulder length, swept to the side and perfectly framing her stunning face. She wore a lacy black body suit, covering most of her figure save for her pale and pristine shoulders, though the design of the outfit still manages to show a generous amount of skin elsewhere. She sits with one leg up, pressed against her chest with her arm leaning on it, and her other leg casually draped into my room, swinging slightly. She wears no shoes, though her outfit fully covers her feet. However, my eyes are quickly drawn between her legs, where her body suit opens up to reveal a neatly trimmed triangle of hair, though due to the position of her legs I can only see a hint of it. The sight of her is so alluring that it doesn't even occur to me that she somehow got into my window on the 18th floor.
"Weren't you taught that it's rude to stare?" Her words snapped me out of my surprised stupor.
"I...oh, I'm, uh...I'm sorry. Err, hi, I mean. Sorry." I can hardly formulate the sentence, and I don't even think to ask for an explanation for her presence. She gives another little giggle, then jumps down from the window sill into my room. She seems unnaturally light, almost as if she floats down from her perch. As she gently graces the ground the space between her legs comes fully into view, holding my focus like a magnet.
"It appears you're quite distracted, so I guess I'll just take the lead in our little conversation," she says, not fully able to draw my attention away from the sight before me. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions for me, so I'll just skip straight to the answers. I suppose the best word that you might know to describe me would be 'succubus', though in truth your quaint human legends and myths don't paint a very full picture. But we'll go with that anyway, to make this easy for you. After all, my motivations for visiting you tonight do align rather well with what you might be imagining."
I somehow manage to collect my thoughts and process the words coming out of the mouth of the apparent goddess slowly approaching me. Her status as a succubus certainly does explain away many of my questions, though simultaneously adds so many more.