My studio is in the north end of my loft where there's lots of daylight and plenty of space for a large computer set-up, 3-d printer, flat files and so on. I'm a partner in an architectural firm, but can usually work from home. The past few years in my loft have been blissfully quiet since both the apartments upstairs and downstairs have been seldom used pied-a-terres.
That changed two weeks ago. The floors of my pre-war building are substantial enough to block most ambient sound, but apparently not the penetrating click of high heels. Back and forth, day and night, that new sound upstairs is annoying, of course, but it's particularly distracting for a man like me who has a thing for heels. I love a woman in high heels. With heels, stockings, panties, garters, corsets, any and all types of lingerie, a beautiful woman can have me from hello. Maybe it's a thing about lingerie and architecture, you know, support, structure, decoration, etc.
The 'hello' from upstairs came late one afternoon in the form of a slow dripping leak in my ceiling that was falling much too close to my computer. Someone was home upstairs, the heels were clicking, so I raced up there and knocked. After a little through-the-door introduction, the door opened.
"Hi, I'm Nancy, what's up?" said a young woman who was not in heels, but still gorgeous. Nancy was a tall and sexy brunette dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt.
"Oh hi" I said," sorry to bother you, but there seems to be a leak coming down from your place at the north end of the apartment. It could be the radiator in which case I may be able to fix it if I could have a look. Do you mind if I check?"
"Sure, that's my roommate's bedroom. I think she's about to go to work, just a sec.. Sharon?" she called down the long hall." There's a nice gentleman from downstairs who says your room is leaking and he wants to check you out, I mean check it out." She winked at me. Cute.
"Sharon...?"
"Coming" said a sexy voice, " just let me slip something on.." A couple of minutes went by while I made small talk with Nancy.
"Sharon...We're waiting"
The heels clicked back and forth and then headed in our direction.
Wow, I watched Sharon come down the long hall, working it like a pro on a catwalk. Tall, blond, and stunning, her hips swayed, the heels snapped, her long hair flowed back and the full red lips smiled, long legs moving as if she were in slow motion. She gave me enough time to take a long look. Above her five inch stilettos, her short silk dress was thin and flowing so that it beautifully revealed to my experienced eye the edges of garters and stockings and some kind of corset that pushed her perfect tits up and out, but left the nipples naked and erect beneath the caressing silk. When she stopped in front of me, I was enveloped by a rush of heady perfume and the unmistakable smell of wet pussy that made my head spin. What had this beauty been up to down the hall?
"Sorry to keep you waiting" she gushed as she took my hand. "I'm just getting ready for work, you know, a night shoot. Tonight it's lingerie and that always gets me a little wound-up, so I was just trying to get myself pumped, I mean, you know, ready, when I heard Nancy call. I know you get the same way, don't you Nancy? Sometimes I get a little out of control at those shoots if I haven't, um, released some energy first! I mean it's pretty wild to have so many watch me practically naked.'
She gushed on, but I hardly heard her except for the sexy giggles. I was too busy enjoying her wiggle her hips and play with her hair.
Nancy shot us a look and said, "Well, I'll let you two check out the steam, I've got to change as well. Nice to meet you David. By the way, what do you do besides rescue maidens in distress?"
"I'm an architect and I have a home studio just below Sharon's bedroom. Thus the concern about the leak."
"Oh God, I forgot about the leak", said Sharon. "Wow, so, a sexy nerd architect? I've always wanted one working under me. Imagine you, hard at work down there and I'm just dripping on you! I'm so sorry! Let's go take a closer look. Follow me Mr. Architect."
"Lead on." I said and she glanced over her shoulder with a killer smile, a wink, and a giggle.
She led me like a drooling dog on a leash while I was stammering nonsensical small talk behind her. My god, what a stunning view, her dress's hemline brushing over her perfect round ass, each rolling cheek showing the straps of the tight garters pressing flesh and the lower lace edge of her corset stretched under the fabric. When her dressed flipped up with each bump and grind, I could see that the top inner edge of her stockings were stained and wet with a bead of moisture collecting at the lace trim. No wonder she smelled so delicious. I seriously had to arrange my raging hard-on before we reached the bedroom door. Of course, Sharon turned around just as I did so. Her eyes went right to my bulging crotch, looking pleased by my reaction. Just another smile and a giggle as she pulled me in.
"Sorry about the mess"
Sharon paused in front of the huge floor length mirror opposite her bed to check herself out. I checked out the room, a room from my fantasy heaven. Lingerie and dresses were scattered all over the furniture, racks of high heels were visible in the open closet. The walls were hung with huge glossy fashion shots of Sharon, a number of which were stunning lingerie shots from lacey to latex. The bed was just turned down and I couldn't help noticing a dildo sticking out from under the pillows and an open bottle of lube on the nightstand. For 'releasing some energy' before the show, no doubt.
Sharon let me take it all in while she primped in the mirror, running her hands over her luscious body in the pretense of smoothing her dress. She licked her red lips and smiled.
"Let me show you that steam, David. I think the radiator is over here on the other side of the bed. Come." She took my hand. "Oh yeah, look at that, I think you're right. That's steam, right? Let me get a closer look."
Sharon bent over at the waist with her legs slightly parted. I just about came in my jeans as I watched her dress ride up over the curves of that fine ass until her thong covered pussy came into view followed by the thin strap that stretched over the jeweled end of a buttplug. The tops of her thighs were glossy with cunt juice and a bead of lube rolled down from that beautiful toy. What an incredible sight.
