Afternoon Delight Serendipity 1
Afternoon Delight (I)
I used to work as an apartment manager about 10 years ago.
It was a middle class neighborhood with one bedroom units.
The tenants were mostly young married couples with no kids.
One day, a single women came to see an apartment. When I
met her at the apartment she did not look special, except
she wore a short shirt with a halter top with bright colors.
As I showed her the apartment she started giving me the "eye".
It made me feel uncomfortable. As we talked, she continued
to ask questions about the unit, utilities etc. I've rented
hundreds of units, but she was different. She wanted to move in right
away, as soon as possible. This is always a red flag for
trouble. I began asking personal questions. This allows
me to understand why prospective tenants want to move in quickly.
She was uncomfortable answering my questions. I knew right
away she was not being truthful, and if she can't tell me
the truth, I don't want to rent the apartment to her. She sensed
this right away, and move quickly to tell me the problems
she was having with her husband, and her little daughter, whom
she wanted to live with her. As I began to see the true
picture, I explained that a small child was ok, but that she
should not have tried to lie to me.
As she began to complete the application, she bent over,and I
could look down her blouse. For a person with a slight statue,
she had two big ones. Not huge, but good sized, especially
when she bent over. She seemed to have noticed my gaze, and
lingered a little longer, to afford me a better view. As
I was wrapping up the interview, she walked by me very casually,
and brushed her wrist across my crotch, slightly, almost
by accident, but very deliberately. I was getting a hard-on
looking at her boobs, but now with the slight pressure,
my cock started to grow. It was the summer time, and I was
wearing a T-shirt and shorts. My dick started to protrudepast
the cuffs of my shorts. I didn't know what to say or do. I
stood motionless, leaning on the wall for support. Thoughts
of sexual harassment came to mind, I told her I would call
a few references, and get back to her in a few days. Was this
not good enough? Did she want to have no doubt? She now
turns slowly to face me. Her eyes making contact with mine.I
had never looked closely at her face, nor made eye contactto
this degree. I found her to be attractive, with large bright
eyes, full ruby lips, fair complexion, with a trace of European
flair. As she looked into my face, she was about 3 inches
shorter than me. I took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
Not sure what to say or do, this women had gotten my
attention. Slowly but deliberately, her palm was now tracing
small circles around my crotch, yet not really holding
it or touching me, just soft and tenderly rubbing circles around
my dick. I broke her gaze, and turned away not sure how I was
to respond. Her lips parted slowly, and her tongue ran slowly
across her upper lip and lower lip. Her body was closer now
then ever before, but the only contact I had with her was
the slightest rubbing of her palm and now fingers gently rubbing
my crotch. After about 5 to 10 seconds of silence passed,
she realized that I was hooked, if I was to object to her bodily
contact, I would have pushed her away, or questioned her
intimacy. Since I did neither, I was giving her permission
to manipulate my cock underneath my clothes. The time to
object had passed, my silence was my admission, that I would
not stop her at this moment. The world began to stand still.
Looking up into my eyes, she turned slowly and laid her
cheek against mine. tears started to flow slowly out of
the corners of her eyes. I was getting confused, this women,
whom I had met 20 minutes earlier, who lied about her
situation, tried to rent an apartment, makes a pass at me,
sexually arouses me, only to show me her vulnerable side.
As her left hand continued to gently massage my pole, her right
hand is on my shoulder, her right cheek against my chest.
I stopped and asked her, ?What?s the matter, why are you
crying?? I don?t know she says, I am sad, happy, and
confused, all at once. I realize that you could easier denyme
the apartment for lying to you, which is why I am sad. But
you seem like a truly compassionate, honest and
understanding person, which is why I?m happy to meet you.I
think since you know the reasons why I need an apartment
right away, you will help me. This is why I?m happy. I also
find you quite attractive, so I find strength in holding
you, and leaning on you. I am sad because I married such a scumbag
whose turned my life upside down, while there are kind,
honest and gentle people in the world like you. I know you
will understand, and help me, that?s just how I feel. Even
thought I?ve only met you for the first time, looking into
your eyes gives me an inner peace, and that you would never take
advantage of me, ever, this makes me very happy. I am
confused because, I have never been so opened to a man
before, touch and rubbing his private parts without his
permission. I don?t want you to think I?m that kind of girl.
I am just so attracted to you, and feel so comfortable with
you, and I wish we could have a chance to know each other better,
and maybe become friends.
So she was feeling guilty about lying to me, but felt I would
take care of her, showing me how vulnerable she was, and
telling what a nice guy I was or could be. What a brilliant
move. Was she being truthful now, or was this just a part
of her show. This women really knows how to talk, and get her
way. Am I being manipulated, mentally and physically,
or was she just a highly charged and emotional young lady in need.
In need of an apartment right away, and in need of some sex
right away. Was I just a sex surrogate for her because she
hadn?t seen her husband for a while, or was this her genuine
emotions. Oh the tough decisions in life. I have been doing
this for many years, and I?m very good at reading people,
and their thoughts and emotions, yet, I couldn?t tell what?s
happening. This whole situation transpires in about 15
seconds. I need to respond.
A lump comes over my throat, and my voice box is silent, asa
million thoughts race through my mind. She begins againthis
time very slowly, looking in my face, the tears have stopped,
she continues ?Have I place my faith in the hands of the
wrong man? Do you now reject me because I have been too
forward? Or will you allow me a chance to provide you with
some physical comfort, for which I ask for nothing in return.
I only ask that you do not misplace my trust, I only ask that
you do not think less of me as a person because of my
forward actions. I only ask that you be my friend, the friend
that I do not have.?
By now my legs are like jelly. I have a raging hard-on. Itis
erect and up against my navel. It is now protruding around
the elastic waistband of my shorts. Her motions and actions
have become more bold, and her fingers and palms are
working overtime on my dick. All the while, she?s playing
mind games with me also. I find my hand slowly reaching up
and grabbing her buttocks, as I slowly run my hands up
against the fine smooth curve of her back. My hands are now
feeling the smooth silkiness of her back and shoulders. Her chest is
now up against mine. Her perky tits are now pressing on my chest. My
head is spinning. In the matter of minutes, I find myself in the
exotic embrace of a women whom I?ve just met, an encounter I will
remember the rest of my life regardless of the outcome.
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