My neighbour, Karan, was maybe a couple of years younger than me, not that it matted, there is zero attraction on my part. We would occasionally pass each other in our building with half-hearted acknowledgements.
In lockdown, board shitless and heading out on my daily walk, I bumped into Karen doing the same. "Hi Karen, how's are you today."
"Fucking lockdown, I'm over it, fucking mob of pricks locking people up like this!"
Not the language I was expecting from her, but then again, we had not really had a previous conversation, to expect anything. "It's getting everybody down. Do you want to walk together?"
"Fuck off, why would I want to walk with... you...r fucking joking!"
"Only asking," I walked off shaking my head in disbelief.
Later that night, I opened my door to a knock. Karen was standing there dressed in a bathrobe holding a bottle of wine. Considering her attitude earlier, I decided to give her, some of her own back. "What the fuck do you want?"
"How about we call a truce?"
"Fucking truce, you're kidding, you'd need more than one bottle to get me drunk enough," shutting the door in her face.
Ten minutes later the knock returned. This time Karen stood in the doorway; naked with a bottle of wine in each hand. Seeing an opportunity to both humiliate and to see her reaction, I propped the door partly open with my foot. Fate intervened, another neighbour's door opened, I pulled Karen into my apartment by her hand.
While holding up both bottles her small breasts lifted highlighting erect nipples. "Is this fucking enough?"
"Not sure, if I'm that desperate, let's see what else's on offer?"
Karen pirouetted on her toes, like a ballet dancer before holding a pose with one leg pointing towards the ceiling, offering a view of her gaping pussy. Her body was not one, you would expect to able to pull off such a manoeuvre. I walking around inspecting, while she held her pose.
"Nar, you would have to do better than that, with only two bottles!"
I was, expecting a hail of verbal abuse, but no, Karen slowly lowered her leg, before pirouetting to bended over and touch her toes. The view was getting my attention, lovely butt cheeks with a cute little puckered rosebud, inviting full lips extending down between her legs. She raised a hand between her legs, opening her lips, to reveal a sparkle of light reflecting back. Her finger traced around the stone, her lips glistened with moisture accumulating on her inner libra, she rolled her fingers in the moisture before planting them in her ass.
