Evita
My new neighbor takes control
Hopefully enough details to get your mind active and not too much to spoil the tale.
I had just driven into the garage and was unloading my trunk from a two month long vacation in Alaska when one I was informed that I had a new neighbor right across the hall from my apartment. It seems that Jimmy had suffered a heart attack and passed away. His wife, Connie quickly moved out and returned to CO to be with her daughter and her family. I wasn't sad to see her go. She wasn't a nice lady and I had often wondered why poor old Jimmy hung around. When I asked about the new person he said she seemed nice a little different but nice. That's all he would say. I couldn't get any more details which of course made me all the more curious.
I was just at my apartment when the door across the hall opened and there stood my new neighbor. At first I just stood there a second before I recovered my wits and introduced myself to her. Tall, taller than me, short haircut, almost what was called a butch, big dark eyes, and dark skin. I could almost picture her in darkest Africa wearing a leopard skin draped over one shoulder and reaching half way down her thighs with one breast showing and carrying a long spear. She was beautiful.
A powerful grip as we shook hands and she told her name was Evita. I explained that I was just back from a vacation. I also offered to help her in any way I can. "I'm a little handy. You know hang a picture move the couch type of thing, change a light bulb. Andy, the maintenance man is good at the hard stuff like fixing the dishwasher."
She thanked me for my offer and said, "Actually I do need some photographs hung. Maybe one day next week you could help me with them?" I quickly agreed and we kind of set a date for the following Wednesday. The next week I was in the laundry room when she walked in with a basket. We chatted and when she asked if I was still willing to hang the photos we set a time of ten the next day.
At ten that morning I was at her door and hammer in one hand and a bag of nails in the other. Her big smile as she let me in was a real joy to see. Evita offered me a cup of coffee before we started and I was happy to have it. We talked for almost an hour before I said that maybe we should get started.
"Yes, please let's." It took almost an hour to hang a dozen pictures of flowers in the living room. She was kind of fussy about were and how high. During the process she told me that she had taken all of these photos and I expressed my admiration of her skills. "Now in the bedroom I have what needs to be hung there, if you can. If you want we could wait until another day if you're tired or out of patience."
I thought it best if we just finished and actually preferred to be done with the job. "I can't take credit for these. My friend was the photographer." Leaning against the wall were five large black and white framed nudes. Tasteful but showing a lot. Small breasts, a flat muscular stomach, long slim legs, a firm butt, and a patch of short pubic hair. Only one showed a face. I looked twice and then looked at her. "Yes, it's me. What do you think? Am I good or what? I think I look good. There are others but not for public consumption. They are actually kind of risqué in fact."
I had to turn away to hide the sudden swelling in my jeans. "Got a problem Timmy? Don't be ashamed. I take it as a compliment if my body causes a reaction. It happens to most men when they first see them. I think the only ones not affected are gay." Her laugh was loud and joyous.
