Chapter 06- Apartment 840 - The Smiths
January 10, 2019
2:00 pm appointment-
I was sitting at my table with my computer opened up to Google Calendar when I heard laughing and quiet banter between a man and woman as they walked up the stairs. It was quickly followed by a knock on my door. I didn't need to look at my calendar to see who it was, I knew them all too well, and ever so intimately.
Arnold and Charlotte Smith.
They were not the first tenets to move in after I bought the complex five years ago, but they were close. Back then Arnold was forty-five, tall and handsome, and very fit. He was a weightlifter and trainer, and that was how he met Charlotte.
At the gym.
She was not like Arnold at all, she had gone to the gym and even hired Arnold to be her trainer, but quickly realized she liked him working out her body way more than doing so herself. It didn't matter to her that Arnold was nineteen years older than her. By the time I met her she was twenty-six, but she had been nineteen when she met Arnold and twenty-one when they got married.
When they moved into Beachside Estates, they had just come from Washington D.C., and before that, Frankston Australia. Why they would ever leave Australia was never really explained, but they had dual citizenship and so here they were.
As I stood up to open the door I could still remember meeting them for the first time five years ago like it was today...
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April 25, 2014 -
Opening the door I was greeted by a smiling couple. He was much taller than me. Close to six foot four inches, while his wife was so short that she was nearly half his height, standing four feet two inches tall. He was long and lanky but also thick and wide with rolls of rippling muscles. She was beautiful in the face, having elegant features, an oval face with a sharp square jaw, and a hawkish nose. Her eyes were big and bright blue, and her hair was a golden blonde.
Completely natural.
As for her shape, from the front, as I ogled her, in an ultra tight white mini-dress that ended at the bottoms of her buttocks; she had a petite, very boyish, figure with broad shoulders. Her breasts were small, and her ribs led to an almost shapeless waist before leading to only slightly wider hips. It wasn't until I stepped aside and let them in, and I saw her profile, did I see just how shapely she really was. From the side it was very noticeable that she had very nice A-cup breasts. She had large shoulder blades, and an alluring sinuous curve to her belly as it sloped inward from her chest, down to her navel, before climbing a small hill just below and diving down between her thighs.
As appealing as the curve of her breasts and belly were, her back side was just as divine. From her shoulder blades her back curved down to the small of her back before climbing up the large magnificent mountains of her buttocks that stuck straight out the back like two large capital-Cs. They did nothing to broaden her hips, but then, as long as I was looking at her from the side, she didn't need broad hips to be sexy as hell! Below her mini-skirt her legs were just shapely enough, with an inner curve up her inner thighs like an arrow pointing to her secret garden that stopped with only an inch of gap between her thighs, and she finished her ensemble with pink four inch heels.
"Good afternoon, I'm Arnold and this is my wife Charlotte," He said by way of introduction, "We saw that you have an apartment available to rent."
"Hello, I'm Jaiden Baystihl, and yes I do," I answered as I closed the door and motioned for them to sit in the two additional chairs at my table.
Sitting down across from them, I tried to not too obviously ogle Charlotte as I pulled out a brochure with the floor plan of the apartment. As they looked it over I explained the amenities Beachside Estates offers. They smiled and nodded, then without warning Charlotte, who had up to that point been sitting with her knees together, spread her thighs apart and flashed her white lace g-string at me!
Quite by accident my eyes moved to track the sudden movement and there it was!
Her white dress flipped up to ride high on her hips allowing me to see the soft, smooth, golden skin of her lower belly. Sheer white lace hid nothing of her soft hairless skin beneath, or the way her golden skin turned into full, plump, pink labia that mostly hid glistening pink petals within.
Arnold cleared his throat and I realized I had stopped talking and was just staring. I almost apologized, but as I was gathering my thoughts before looking up at their smirking faces, another movement caught my eye and I looked before I thought to stop myself!
It was Charlotte!
She had laid her hand very casually on Arnold's thigh when they first sat down, but once she spread her legs apart, and I was gazing intently at her pussy; she reached over, grabbed a handful of her husbands dick and balls, and dug in her nails as her arousal began to turn her lace g-string completely transparent. As my eyes opened wider and wider, I watched in surreal slow motion as Charlotte slowly dug her nails into Arnold's pants and scratched across his balls. Then she grabbed the thick meat of his organ and massaged its thick girth halfway down his pant's leg. Looking back at her now wet lace g-string, I felt a little pre-cum wet my own underwear as I imagined sinking my dick between her lips!
Arnold cleared his throat again and I blinked hard. Embarrassed, I looked at my table since I couldn't meet their lustful gazes after being caught so obviously leering at the man's wife right in front of him. Clearing my throat, I stood up and took the few quick steps to my refrigerator and retrieved a bottle of water and asked, "Would you two like some water?"
"No thank you," Charlotte answered in an amused purr.
