I live in a studio apartment complex for singles. Mine is the end of a group of three. Garages are under the apartments. It had been cold for several weeks and yesterday a high pressure area, said the weatherman, had elevated the area's temperatures into the low eighties. I checked the weather again and it was expected to hold for the weekend so I'd worked late last night in order to take off early today.
It was just past noon when I pulled into my garage and shut the door. I failed to notice a new, small Volkswagen pulled way back into the garage under the middle apartment. That apartment had been vacant for a month and I'd heard no scuttlebutt about them showing it -- so there was no need to check.
I got upstairs and had a quick sandwich before grabbing a cold coke from the refrigerator, and doffing my clothes, except for a set of fashionable briefs that existed somewhere between the bikini style and conventional briefs. I wear that style because I like the way they stay in place without bunching, but give me a feeling of freedom.
The apartment has an upstairs deck outside the living room that is separated from the adjoining deck by a small wrap around 'fence'. All of the apartments are the same with a three foot pair of open rails supported in the center and at each end. The rails are at the top and about a foot from the decking. It takes the merest effort to cross from one deck to the next.
I have a Chaise lounge that sits close to the outer railing and I frequently use it for sunning. It's located there for the best sun and to be able to check out any cars coming in the drive and not be surprised by a guest. I'm single, not by choice, but by happenstance. I've known many gals, and still know many, but I've never been married. The good ones are always spoken for by the time I find them. This doesn't mean that I haven't had companionship, only that it was not lifetime. I am currently between relationships.
I walked to the Chaise and looked out before starting to apply a bit of lotion. It was comfortable and I'd already decided to spend at least an hour in the sun. As I opened the bottle and started to spread the lotion, I was startled when I thought I heard a voice say hello. In apprehension, I looked around and saw no one and decided that it must have been my imagination.
I continued with the lotion. The briefs I wear are rather thin material, strong but thin and so I thought I'd better put lotion on my privates as well. When I reached around and oiled my butt and then reached down the front to cover more sensitive parts, I jumped when I heard the voice again. With my hand in place I turned around and searched for the source. Still seeing no one, I was about to speak out when that soft voice spoke again from next door saying hello and asking if I could use some help.
I squinted from the sunlight and looked in the direction of the voice. I could just make out another Chaise in the shade outside the middle apartment. I studied it for a moment and as my eyes adjusted, I could just make out the nude back of a female body. She was short, maybe a few inches taller than five foot and had a great ass and legs. I stood there for a moment, dumbfounded with my hand still in the front of my briefs and my cock in my hand. She spoke again asking if I was having trouble.
I glanced down and I'm sure that I must've turned beet red when I realized what I was doing and yanked my hand out like it was burned. My cock came with it, and I spend seconds trying to tuck it back in. She laughed a loud pleasant laugh and said that she hadn't meant to startle me, but merely wondered if I needed assistance. Where could I go to hide? I tried to cover myself and started to hasten to my door when she sat up and turned toward me. I thought that -- she was now standing and walking toward me and she was totally nude with huge, inviting breasts that caused my mouth to drop open -- I should say no help was needed. I merely stammered.
She smiled -- a beautiful smile -- and walked to the railing and held out her hand. She said her name was Veronica and that she'd wanted to go inside her apartment when she heard me come out, but was afraid that the noise would cause me to turn and see her naked. She said that she'd been embarrassed but decided to stick it out and see if I would go back in. When she saw what I was doing, it was too late to leave. She also said that she didn't always bathe this way, but felt safe when she was told that her new neighbors worked days.
Because she couldn't leave without making a scene or drawing attention, she said she'd decided to just tough it out -- and when she saw me more closely and assumed that I'd be equally embarrassed she'd decided to introduce herself. Then, she glanced down at my briefs, and apparently noticed the hard-on that had developed without my knowledge. she asked that old line about whether I was glad to see her. I was -- but still exceedingly embarrassed.
Again I started to apologize, but she shook the hand that she'd extended and that I'd missed noticing. I reached out and shook her hand and told her my name. She smiled again and said that considering where that hand had just been that it was her pleasure also. My face turned an even brighter shade of red, but she said she thought it was cute that I was so embarrassed. Then without letting go of my hand she asked if I'd like to sunbathe with her.
She told me to bring my Chaise over and she'd pull her's out from the shade. I asked about putting on pants and she asked how I'd look sunbathing in pants. So, if she could, then I could. I'd tough it out and see what developed. She was a knock out and, anyway, I knew that my hard-on wasn't going away without help. I got my lounge and since it's only made of aluminum tubing, I picked it up easily and placed it across the rail. Her Chaise was much heavier, made of redwood and had to be wheeled. I jumped the rail and helped her wheel it out while I enjoyed the view from up close and behind her.
