I'd just moved into my new apartment after having suffered through a fairly messy divorce. With little to my name, sparse furnishings not to mention a sex-life that had taken a severe nose-dive, the future looked bleak. And though I didn't look bad at just over fifty, working out and trying to regain my "boyish" figure, as I laughed inwardly at the thought, the prospects of meeting anyone anytime soon weren't all that promising.
Standing in front of the mailboxes, I watched the approach of an attractive looking woman. First I'd seen to be perfectly honest since moving in two days ago. I was beginning to wonder if this so-called 'singles apartment complex' as I'd been led to believe would hold the promise I'd been assured it would have. It had been the main reason I had scraped together the hefty deposit after speaking with the complex manager. Steve had informed me that the draw to this place was due in part to catering to the recently divorced, widowed or never married singles just looking to meet someone. Interestingly enough, one of the clauses in my rental agreement stipulated that should I marry, I would be asked to give a two weeks notice.
Something I neither wanted, nor felt like I would ever do again. So the place suited me for one thing, and for another, the monthly singles get-together that Steve told me about sounded interesting as well.
As she approached, she smiled, though I noticed she appeared to be doing a juggling act with the two sacks of groceries she carried.
"Here, let me help you with those," I offered.
"Thank you, thought I could manage it, but the grocery boy was new and put things a little ski-wampus inside the bag when he loaded it. The damn thing keeps shifting on me!"
I couldn't help but laugh, then stare which I hadn't meant to do, but the bag she'd been holding wasn't the only thing that was shifting. It had been impossible not to notice that she had large breasts anyway. Built a lot like Dolly Parton, as the bags she held in her arms shifted and rolled, one of the button's on her blouse suddenly undid itself as though a pair of unseen hands had been more than willing to help.
"Shit, I knew I shouldn't have worn this blouse today," she stated looking down at herself just as I reached out to retrieve both bags from her. Again, I was staring, but it was virtually impossible not to. The black lacy bra that suddenly appeared, barely containing the two fleshy rather exquisite looking orbs of flesh was much like offering a glass of water to a man who'd been crawling through the desert for several days.
Having accepted the groceries, I politely watched if you want to call it that, as she re-buttoned her blouse. With hair more brown than blonde, I still half expected her to introduce herself as 'Dolly' as I introduced myself.
"By the way, my names Rick," I offered. Dolly smiled, a mischievous, not quite flirtatious smile, but an interesting one never the less.
"Cindy, though my friends call me 'Sin', or 'Sin-D' for short," she explained, emphasizing the connotation, making me smile in return, though I realized I was probably grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat.
"Nice to meet you, Cin...dy," I said stumbling through her name. I hadn't meant to have it come out sounding the way she'd offered it, but there was no help for it. She merely grinned putting me at ease though I was mentally trying to will that button to undo itself once again.
"Would you mind holding onto those for a minute longer?"
I was looking at her chest again.
"Excuse me?"
She laughed. "The grocery bags," she pointed out. "While I retrieve my mail."
"Oh yeah, sure," I stammered feeling my face flush, with nowhere else to look except down inside one of the bags. I saw a can of spray-on whipping cream, strawberries, two bananas, a package of AA batteries sitting atop one of them, and quickly glanced away back into her knowing smile. "Where do you live?" I asked a little too anxiously.
"Across the way, second floor. And you?"
"Upstairs," I said pointing with my head, third floor." This time she frowned slightly, though it was more of a pout, though a sexy one at that.
"Well, I guess we're almost neighbors," she stated. "Here, let me take those from you."
"No, I got it," I said turning, feeling even sillier as though playing some kind of kids keep away game with her, not wanting her to take the packages from me. "Lead the way," I offered quickly.
"Thank you," she said holding open the door for me as I quickly slipped past, pausing, allowing her to take the lead from me once again. "This way," she offered as she began heading down the sidewalk towards the steps to her apartment. I looked up and behind me. My apartment was directly across from hers though another floor up. I followed her up the short flight of stairs, expecting her to reach into her purse retrieving her key. Instead, she merely turned the doorknob, opening the door.
"Bec?" she called out leading me inside.
Bec, or "Becky" as I later learned emerged from one of the back bedrooms. Stepping into the small little kitchen area. She and I locked eyes almost immediately. Though where I blushed, she seemed to shrug off my being there as though we'd already met. She wore nothing more than a white, tight form fitting tank top with a pair of light blue cotton briefs. Though Bec wasn't nearly as large breasted as Cindy was, which is perhaps why she felt more comfortable just wearing the tank top without a bra, once again my eyes were drawn to the twin marble-sized nipples pressing against the thinly stretched material.
Becky approached, taking one of the grocery bags from me. This time I let it go.
"This is my roommate Becky," Cindy told me. "This is Rick," she added speaking towards her roommates back as she headed over towards the kitchen counter.
"Where'd you land this one? At the grocery store? Along side the road? Or'd he just follow you home?" she asked rummaging through the sack.
Neither one of us answered.
"You get the batteries I asked for?" she continued. "The one's in my vibrator are dead."
I almost told her they were in the sack I was still holding, and then thought better of it.
"Don't mind her," Cindy said taking the other sack from me. "She's just mad because I won at cards again, so now she has to do all the dishes again for a week. So don't take it personally."
I still didn't say anything.
Cindy placed the other sack on the counter. Almost immediately Becky began rummaging through it instead. She quickly located the strawberries, as well as the can of spray-on whipping cream.
"Hey! I haven't washed those yet!" Cindy exclaimed.
"Don't worry, I'm sure they haven't been anywhere too dirty...yet," she said grinning, quickly covering the good-sized strawberry with a liberal spray of the cream. Rather than biting into it, she half-lazily swiped her tongue retrieving a goodly portion of the whipping cream, only then taking a rather ominous bite of the fruit all the while looking at me.
Cindy was already unloading the other sack, and I couldn't help but notice an inordinate amount of various flavored Jell-O's.
"You guys are either on a tight budget, or you really enjoy eating a lot of Jell-O."
Becky actually laughed around another bite of strawberry, but I noticed in so doing that her nipples seemed to be pressing even more firmly against the tight top she was wearing.
"Becky loves trying out different combinations of Jell-O shooters," Cindy announced. "We're planning on ordering some pizza later, and then trying out a few of her new combinations. You're welcome to join us."
"Yeah Dick, " Becky began. I let the name slip slide. "Say around eight? Besides, it's been a while since I've seen a guys...Dick is it?" she paused grinning at me. Though I still wasn't sure if she was teasing or seriously agitated with her roommate for my being there.
"Ok Bec, enough. You made your point," Cindy replied in a serious tone of voice. "Next time vibrators at dawn!"
