"Well, that changes things," Julie said aloud as she closed the door behind her. She was a bit tipsy after the party, not only from the drinks but from the new possibilities awaiting her. She had begun to notice the odd demographics of her floor, but just assumed she had missed something.
She had moved into the building two months ago after being poached from her L.A. company by a well-funded, impressively staffed Seattle startup. While most tech folks couldn't see past her shoulder-length blond hair, cute face, slim body, and ample breasts, anyone who listened quickly realized that she was a phenomenal programmer who could dance circles around the leering guys who thought they were hot shit behind a keyboard. Her new company had seen one of her talks and actively sought her out.
She had relished the idea of a change, and it wasn't like she had a big social life to leave behind. She was too intense about her work to have any close friendships, and she had learned the hard way that boyfriends resented it when you were much smarter and made so much more money than they did.
Plus, dating made her less focused. She had kept a spreadsheet of personal statistics and observations about the day, and a decade of data was telling: Dating made her less productive and reduced her reading. An orgasm every three or four days kept her focused. More than that — that had been a fun month and a half of testing — showed no real effect beyond being enjoyable. Less than that and her sex drive began to take over her thoughts. Her sex toys had been in her carry-on when she relocated.
She missed having sex with men, though. She loved a good fuck, and over her years in L.A., she had cultivated a contact list of about 15 boy toys. Whenever she was horny, one of them was usually available for a booty call. Especially for someone who would indulge and even enjoy a fair amount of kink.
She hadn't really thought about them much when she accepted the offer. New city, new guys. But when you don't like clubs, don't fuck co-workers, don't date, and don't like Tindr, it was hard to meet fuck buddies. She had taken her list for granted. So she had been thinking of cock for weeks now. Her toys and porn downloads could only do so much.
Maybe that's why she had noticed it. Every time she met someone new from her floor — by the elevators, in the hallways — it was a guy. Could she be the sole woman on a floor full of men? She put her theory to the test: She booked the building's rooftop lounge for a "get to know your floormates" party and brought in a caterer to pour drinks and serve appetizers.
Lo and behold. While two guys were obviously gay, the other twenty people from her floor were all guys. And all single. At least from her conversations with them. It made sense: the apartments weren't very big but they were very expensive. They clearly catered to single people with a lot of money. For a tech-based economy, that meant guys, as she knew too well. She had stood out in a snug yellow dress that came down to her knees — they all wore the tech uniform of black t-shirt and blue jeans. All eyes had been on her. Even if they weren't single, they were clearly open to ogling her, given the expressions she had seen. And probably more. After all, four of her fuck buddies had had girlfriends. Didn't mean they weren't open to variety.
A ready-made booty call list. This building really did have all the amenities. Her pussy was wet as she pondered the idea of working her way through the group. Over and over again.
A couple days later, a sunny weekend day inspired her to tackle one of her top choices. No sooner did she have the idea than she was out her door and in front of his.
"Oh, hey," Steven said as he opened the door. "Thanks for the other night. It was great to meet everyone." He was a tall, gawky brunette. With large hands and feet.
"Oh, sure. Listen, can I ask kind of a weird favor?"
"Uh, sure?"
"I noticed it's a sunny day and I'd love to just bask in the sun for a bit. It's so rare in Seattle, and I moved from L.A. Your balcony probably has great exposure. Would it be okay if I caught some rays here?" He looked surprised. "I know. Weird, right? I won't bother you; I'll bring a book." She put on her best earnest hopeful look.
"Uh, okay, sure."
"Thanks! Back in a sec."
When she knocked again, his eyes almost popped out of his head. She smiled. She was wearing sunglasses, a sun hat, and a skimpy blue string bikini. She also had a beach towel and a book and a bottle of suntan lotion.
"Thanks so much again," she said. "I really miss L.A.'s sunlight." She pushed into his apartment. It was spare. A TV and PS4, a gaming PC in the corner, a laptop on the table. No books or art. She shrugged to herself. She didn't need someone erudite to put a cock in her.
She lay out her beach towel, bending over so he'd get a good look at her ass. Then she proceeded to rub herself all over with suntan lotion. She snuck peeks at him. He was doing his best to gawk at her without being obvious. He wasn't doing a good job.
"You should come out here," she said. "You have such a great view!" It was true, but that wasn't the view she meant. He nervously walked out. The balcony wasn't very big, so he couldn't hide that he was looking at her. He feigned nonchalance as she squirted lotion onto her hands and began to rub it on her barely covered chest. But his body was betraying him, and she squirmed as she saw his erection grow. Big hands and feet indeed.
"It is great," he said with a nervous gulp. Soon she settled down, facing up, on the beach towel.
"I'm so glad you were home," she said. "I don't know how Seattle people deal with this."
"Heh. I'm from Portland. This seems like home."
They exchanged pleasantries. He was in tech. She told him she was, too, but she didn't offer details. His cock was swelling as he stood looking down at her.
"Hey, can I get you something to drink?" he asked. "Water? Beer?"
"A beer would be great," she said. "You're a good host for the weird girl down the hall." She laughed.
He came back with a beer bottle, and she turned herself over, propping herself up with her elbows. He sat down, which let him not only see her ass but her breasts hanging down. She picked up her book.
"What are you reading?"
"Godel, Escher, Bach," she said. "I read it every year or so."
"Oh." Shit. She should have brought some pulp romance.
"Have you read it?"
"Uh, I started it at one point." An awkward pause.
"Yeah, it's pretty dense," she said.
She changed tactics. "So are you a gamer? What do you play?" He pepped up.
"A lot of Overwatch right now. Have you played it?"
"Not yet. Work keeps me pretty busy. Usually I like to just read or do something else totally not connected to computers."
"Uh, I could show you how to play sometime."
"Oh, you're very kind. I might take you up on that." She wriggled her bottom, pretending to get more comfortable.
"Uh, could you excuse me for a bit?"
"Sure thing."
She saw him go to the bathroom. And didn't think anything of it until she heard a low, guttural groan drift to the patio. Well, why wouldn't he jack off?
She flipped herself over and he came out to talk. But then he got a call and had to take it. He stood in the living room, looking out to the balcony. She tuned him out.
"Hey, sorry," he said, poking his head out. "I've got to log in to work and fix something in production." She rolled herself again, leaving her face down.
"No worries. I'll just be reading."
It took him about half an hour to fix the issue, and then he came out again. "Another beer?"
"That would be great." But when he brought it out she said, "Easy come, easy go, here, huh?" She waved at the sky. The sun had disappeared behind clouds and it didn't look like it was coming out anytime soon. Well, it had been an hour or so.
She stood up and bent over to pick up her stuff.
"I guess I should stop hanging around your balcony. At least I got some sunning time in. Probably all I'll get this year."
He grinned. "Probably. But, hey, you can finish your beer at least." She raised it in a toast. "Very kind," she said.
She sat down on his couch and he sat down near her, turned toward her. She took a swig of the beer and set it on a coaster on his table, leaning over so her breasts would swing down again.
