It wasn't until our second summer living here that I noticed her. I had been so infatuated with Angela, the beautiful blonde, single mother next door, that I hadn't even noticed Tawny. But when Angela moved out, the only eye candy left for me to watch through my patio window was the hot little petite frame of Tawny herself.
I say hot little petite frame because that describes her perfectly. About 5'2", she had dirty blonde hair that went down to her shoulder blades. Her body was perfectly proportioned to highlight her curves. Ample, gorgeous breasts, which she enjoyed accentuating by not wearing a bra. A smooth, round ass that she liked to show off by always wearing low-cut tight jeans. The way she walked in her high heels or boots screamed sexy, and it was clear from her confidence and seductive dress that she was sexually empowered.
I started noticing when people in sports cars would come and pick her up, and then return a few hours later. Or, when older men would stop by for about an hour at a time, leaving her apartment while still buttoning and tucking in their shirts and fastening their wrist watches in place. I saw how she dressed, and how she always seemed to come home from her excursions with gifts. And then, by chance, I found her website.
If you're stressed and overworked, let me be your companion for two hours or maybe dinner and afterwards. I'm adventurous and uninhibited in my sexuality. I offer an unhurried service including a sensual and relaxing massage. I derive pleasure from pleasing you! Enter my world and experience heaven for yourself... an unforgettable experience, I assure you.
That's just a bit of what she wrote about herself. Needless to say, just the way she wrote about her "services" and the modest, non-nude photos she had posted of herself in form fitting lingerie were enough to drive my fantasies and jerk sessions over the edge. It wasn't long before I would watch for her to come home from her visits, or watch in the mornings as she went for her walks to the store. I felt dirty and voyeuristic, but I couldn't help the hunger and throbbing that grew in my pants every time I caught a glimpse of her.
With all this longing and pants adjusting, it was actually by complete accident that the real meat of this story begins. I had just gotten out of the shower after coming home from the gym, and was stumbling outside with wet hair and in pajamas to get the mail when I bumped into her.
"Oh! Excuse me. I'm sorry."
She smiled at me, her beautiful brown eyes seductive and coy. "Hey."
She was modestly dressed. Just a tight fitting white t-shirt that showed off her beautiful breasts, and some stone washed blue jeans that hugged her hips and ass in all the right ways. She was on her way back from her own mailbox, and she giggled a little bit as she looked me over. Arching an eyebrow, she said, "Just getting up?"
"No," I laughed. "Actually, I just got done with a shower. I've been up for a while."
She giggled again. "I wasn't talking about that. I was talking aboutβ¦" She motioned towards my crotch with her eyes.
I looked down in confusion, and quickly saw the bulge of my pants sticking out at her, poorly disguised by the plaid pattern of my pajama pants. "Oh," I swallowed.
"It's cool. Nice to know you're interested." She smiled at me again, and I felt my dick bulge and throb even more.
"Ha ha. More than interested. But it looks like you keep yourself pretty busy."
"Yeah? How's that?" She didn't seem defensive, but merely amused and curious.
I felt my wet hair dripping into my eyes, and I brushed it out of the way. "I don't know. You just always seem to have men over, or be headed off somewhere on a date."
"Oh, that." She nodded, chewing her lip. "Well, that's just business. I'm not seeing anyone."
"Well, with the kind of business you're in, I would guess that you wouldn't need to see anyone. I bet guys line up to pay you for just an hour of your time."
"You're right. Some do. But I'm very selective about my clientele." Here again she looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on the now obvious bulge in my pants. "You interested?"
"What? Sure! I mean, though, I can't afford it. I mean, what do you get, like $1000 an hour?"
Her eyes widened, as did her smile. "Well, if that's what you're willing to pay."
"What? I mean, no. I mean. What? How much do you charge?"
"Don't worry about it. We should set up some time. Since you're my neighbor," she looked over at my apartment patio window, "I'll give you a special. How about we schedule some time tomorrow around 11:00 a.m.? $200 sound okay?"
"What? Sure. Yeah."
She smiled, stepping closer to me, enough so that I could smell the perfume she wore, and feel the very edge of her breasts touch against my chest. "See you then, neighbor." With that she smiled, lightly brushing her hand along my crotch as she turned, and headed back inside.
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The next morning, as I was finishing getting dressed in what I thought was an appropriately nice outfit, complete with a pocket full of condoms and an envelope filled with about $500 cash, I heard a knock on the glass patio door to our apartment. I quickly checked my hair and shirt, then headed out into the living room. There, standing at the glass, was Tawny. She wore a demure outfit -- short, black pumps, black slacks, and a shiny green blouse. Her hair was pulled back, and she looked stunning yet still somehow sexual. Predatory. Coy.