It was my first day living in my first apartment. I was a little nervous about moving so far from my friends and family, but the job offer I had in the area was just too tempting to turn down. I would get used to it here, I told myself. Just as I was hauling my last trunk out of my car, you pulled up on your Harley. At first I was frightened of you… you looked so intimidating, wearing all black and walking with such an imposing demeanor. As soon as you took off your sunglasses, I knew my first impression was incorrect. Your baby blues were the things poets write about, full of gentle kindness… I wanted you immediately.
As you walked up to me and asked to help me carry my trunk I could feel my nipples harden beneath my tight little sundress. You easily lifted my trunk up onto your shoulder and hauled it up to the third floor for me with ease. The sight of your muscular arms bulging beneath your t-shirt was enough to make me quiver with excitement. I invited you into my apartment for a drink (and hopefully more) but you declined. I was disappointed, but was happy to discover that your apartment was directly across the hall from my own. We adjourned to our separate apartments and I spent a quiet evening alone, unpacking and trying to decide how I would win over your affections in the morning.
At last, I fell asleep around 1am, exhausted from moving day. I awoke in the morning and my first thoughts were of you. I wanted to be with you so badly that I could nearly smell your cologne. I was so turned on by the thought of getting you into bed, that I slipped off my nightgown and began fondling my breasts. My nipples were already hard and my bosom seemed to swell more and more with every dirty thought I had of you. I moved my hands down and began to gently stroke my aching pussy. Oh it had been too long since a man had satisfied me. I longed for you with every ounce of my being. I spread my legs apart, exposing my hot, dripping mound and my sweet scent filled the room.
I stroked my clit and it sent shivers down my spine. I continued to stroke my clit and moved and pushed two fingers into my vagina…. Oh how I wish it had been your cock instead. I had my eyes closed, dreaming of you on top of me… I was fingering myself faster and faster and I felt my body pulse with desire. As I felt my orgasm commencing, I began to call out your name in ecstasy… that’s when I felt the mattress move slightly.