As she walked up to her building she spotted that gorgeous guy she has been flirting with for the last few months. He was standing outside smoking a cigarette. She didn’t normally care for smokers, but the intensity of the way this man pulled on a cigarette did something to her insides. She suddenly became aware of his blue eyes focused on hers as she was daydreaming. She blushed slightly and thought – what the hell – she walked over and said hi.
Maybe it was because they hadn’t seen each other for a few weeks since their schedules had changed, but her stomach did flipflops while looking at him. Just the way he grinned and said hi back made her instantly wet. They made small, nonsensical chitchat as they sipped their coffees and he finished his cigarette. Every time his mouth moved, she had visions of his lips touching her skin and setting it on fire.
He held the door open for her and they walked over to the stairway, as they had done so many times before. This time, though, felt different for some reason, maybe because her thong was soaked and clinging to her skin. They went up to the fourth floor, not saying more than a couple of words. She just kept her eyes glued to his ass as he climbed the stairs in front of her. He looked at her, and mumbled a couple of words about this being his floor. His eyes locked on hers in a hot, liquid look.
