It was a weekday afternoon and I had no appointments scheduled so I thought I'd stop in at Friday's for lunch and a drink. I don't normally have alcohol at lunch but it was hot out and a beer seemed like a nice way to go. I ordered a burger and beer and kind of mindlessly watched the TV that was on at the bar. I finished my beer as the burger arrived and the bartender filled me up again before I could say no. That was how the rest of my day was going to turn out but I didn't know it at the time. It wasn't very crowded, just a few folks at the tables that I could see and a nicely dressed gentleman at the bar one seat over from me. He seemed to be in his early fifties and had a nice tan like someone that was retired or at least played golf three times a week. But he was wearing a suit so I assumed he was taking a break from work.
Since I was looking his way, he took it as an opening to talk. We chatted about the weather and this and that while I finished my lunch. At one point he moved over to the seat between us to be heard over the TV. He was just nursing a drink and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to go. I found out he wasn't retired or a pro golfer. He told me his name was Roger and that he was an investment counselor and he had also finished his day early. I joked that I thought he was too tanned to be working in an office all day. He laughed and said that he gets that lot now that he moved into his new apartment. He said that he lives on the top floor and his balcony gets great sunlight and he has been able to sit out and tan when he gets home from work and on weekends. Looking at my pale arms, he said it was obvious that I was spending too much time indoors and I could use some sun myself. I couldn't argue with that, I've been pasty white for too long. I asked him about his building and it turned out that it was the same one that my parents had expressed some interest in checking out. I took the opportunity to ask a bunch of questions about the place and Roger was very willing to provide the answers. Every now and then he punctuated something he said by touching me while he talked. I figured is was a salesman thing he did to bond to people. I was wearing shorts and at one point squeezed my thigh which I thought was weird for a stranger to do but I didn't think much of it. Finally he said that he was going to head home and I was thinking of doing the same. Then Roger turned to me and said that he could use a ride home since he had come here from the train and he didn't want to get his nice suit all sweaty in this heat. Besides he said I could come up and see the building so I could give my parents a full report. I joked that I should go on his balcony and get some of his color while I'm there.
"Fine with me", he said with a smile and we were off.
His place was about a mile down the road and I parked in a guest spot. We went through the lobby, waved to the doorman and Roger pointed out a few of the buildings' features. We went up in the elevator to the fifteenth floor and into his apartment. It really was a luxurious place. It was huge and everything looked like it was expensive. He asked that I take off my sneakers and I couldn't blame him because his carpet was almost white and I'm sure he wanted to keep it that way. "If you want to really get the feel something great take your socks off too. The carpet and padding are so plush you'll think you're walking on a bed." I obliged him and I couldn't deny that it felt great between my toes. He gave me a tour of the place and I was quite impressed. Probably too expensive for my folks to live here I thought but I might as well see how the other half lives. While he was showing me the master bedroom, he took off his suit jacket and tie to get more relaxed. But he kept going and before I knew it he pants were off and he was unbuttoning his shirt. With the heat I understood him wanting to get out of those clothes so I kind of backed out of the room into the living room. He told me to check out the balcony and he would be right out with a drink.
I found the door to the balcony and it really was a great space. He had lounge chairs, a round table and more chairs, a bbq grill and even a TV. I could see that none of the other apartments had a view of his balcony so it was totally private. Roger came out on the balcony with a tray of drinks. He was wearing shorts and no shirt. He looked great for someone who must have been in his early fifties. I'm ten years younger and I thought I had a ways to go to look that tan and fit. He saw me staring and laughed. "See what a nice tan I can get up here?"
"Sure is something", I said "It so nice and private too."
"It's perfect to get that all-over tan. I have a couple of friends who are models and they love coming over to sunbathe nude. We all just hang out and well, hang out!"
I laughed my mind made a mental picture what that might be like. He handed me the drink he made "Here you go, I hope you like vodka martinis."
I wasn't expecting a martini when he offered a drink. I just thought it would be water or soda but he since he went to the trouble to make them I politely took it from him and had a sip. It was so cold and refreshing and it was so hot out that day that it seemed perfect. I probably should have just sipped it but it went down so easy it was gone pretty fast.
"So do you like the private resort I set up out here?", Roger asked.
"How could you not, it's such a nice setup, I'd be outside all the time if I lived here"
"Then at least you'd get some color. You really should get some sun once in a while, it's good for you. Why not take your shirt off at least and make up for lost time?"
