It was around six o'clock in the evening, and I had just got home from work. As soon as I had opened the door to my apartment, a slight unpleasant odour had hit my nose and I remembered that I needed to take out the trash. I gathered it up and headed downstairs, then walked out to the back parking lot behind my building where the dumpster is.
I had just finished tossing the bag into the bin, noticing with disgust how many flies were buzzing lazily around the growing piles of refuse that had spent too much time in the August sun, when I saw Glenda. I don't often run into her, despite having lived in the same apartment building as her for the last 8 years, but today I had got home a little later than usual, and I spotted her getting out of her car.
I had my nose scrunched up from the smell of the heated trash bags and my eyes were kind of squinty, and so I was able to see Glenda even though she was in the covered parking area and it was much darker than where I was standing in the bright sunlight. Glenda was a lot older than me. I'm not a good judge of age, I'll be the first to admit that, but I'd say that she was probably in her early 50's, which would give her about 15 years on me. She was very slim, bordering on skinny, with ash blonde hair that ended just past her shoulders. She couldn't have been more than 5"2, probably less as she barely came up to my chin, but she had this intense kind of personality that made her seem somehow taller.
Glenda was walking away from her car and started heading for the back entrance to the building, close to where I was standing. Even in the dim light of the covered parking area I could see that she was upset, and as she got closer I could see that she had been crying.
I felt a little awkward because even though we'd spoken plenty of times, I had never seen her upset like this before and I didn't know quite what to say. I hate saying something that I realize is inappropriate only after I've blurted it out, so I just walked down the corridor leading to the back door and opened it. I held it open and stepped aside for Glenda as she caught up to me, and she thanked me as she passed by.
We walked to the elevator together, and when we got in and the door closed, I asked Glenda if she was okay. She started to nod and say something, but sudden tears began to flow and she choked up. The elevator door opened onto our floor and we both got out. I looked at her as she started to walk away towards her apartment, and I said "Would you like to have a beer with me? I've got a six pack in the fridge, and I have a feeling at least one of them has your name on it."
Glenda stopped, and I could tell that she was thinking about the implications of what I had just said. She stood half turned towards me for a moment, and then she seemed to make up her mind, because she wiped away her tears and turned her body so that she was fully facing me and said "A beer sounds amazing right now. Sure, I'll come have a drink with you."
We walked down the hall to my apartment, and I took my keys out and unlocked the door. My place was empty. Not literally empty, of course. I mean, there was furniture and dishes and appliances and all the typical clutter that goes with apartment life, but it was empty in the sense that there was no one there. My wife and I had separated almost a year before, and I was still trying to piece my life back together. The reasons why we split don't really matter. They're certainly nothing special or unique in any way. Most of our problems were about money, and one day she had finally had enough. I really can't blame her, but it still hurts.
For 10 months I had basically been going through the motions of life, not really feeling anything, just eating, sleeping, working, and trying to figure out what I wanted to do.
I had been fantasizing about Glenda for years. In addition to a slim body and blonde hair, she also has large, firm breasts with big nipples that always seem to be standing at attention, and a killer face. Something about her mouth just turns me on, and all I can think about whenever I see it is how good that mouth would look sucking on my cock.
I flipped the lights on and turned towards Glenda and motioned towards the fridge. "Help yourself. I've just got to get out of my work clothes. I'll only be a minute."
Glenda nodded her head, and I made my way down the hall to my bedroom. I got in there and began to undress, but after about 30 seconds I suddenly remembered that there was someone else here with me and I moved to close my open bedroom door. It was too late. Glenda was standing there, a little smile on her sexy mouth. She asked me where I kept my bottle opener. I quickly covered myself and told her to check the first drawer with the utensils. She turned and went back to the kitchen, and as I zipped up my jeans I could hear the sound of a bottle cap hitting the counter top.
