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I was working from home one day, in my small two-bedroom apartment, trying to get caught up on some pressing work. I wanted to be anywhere but sitting in front of a computer. I gazed out the window of the spare bedroom, which doubled as an office.I saw the shapely silhouetted figure of a young lady, bouncing down the stairs in the breezeway across the parking lot from the building where my apartment was located. Her hair was pinned up in a pony-tail and I could see she was wearing shorts and a tight-fitting t-shirt.She stepped out in the bright afternoon sunshine, and peered around the parking lot. The sun bounced off her brown hair and brown skin. I watched as she disappeared around the corner. I quickly stepped out on to our third-floor patio to see if I could see where she had gone. As I peered over the railing, she re-appeared from the breezeway of my building. She stopped and looked around, as if she were lost.“Whatcha looking for?” I asked.“The pool,” she replied, as she turned and looked in my direction.“Oh hey,” she replied, placing her hand over her eyebrows as she peered upwards. “Thanks!”I watched as she trotted off towards the pool. I stepped back into my little office and even though I earnestly tried to bahis şirketleri focus on work, I couldn’t. I decided to take a stroll down by the pool. I walked through the pool area, which was void of anyone and to the mail room. As I stood and checked the post office box, she walked up and put her key in another rail box just a few feet from me.“Hey,” I said, “Do you find the pool?”“Yeah,” replied, as she thumbed through the junk mail she had pulled from her mailbox. “But there’s no one there.” “Yeah,” I replied. “I guess everyone is at work.”“Except you,” she replied, tossing the junk mail into a nearby trash can. I thumbed through my own mail and she stood and watched. “So what do you do?” she asked. “I am a communications specialist,” I replied. “I help companies with their public relations, media and other types of corporate communications.”“That sounds cool,” she replied, crossing her arms under her breasts. “I’d love to have a job like yours!” “So what do you do?” I casually asked. “I am a student at Quad C,” she replied. “Studying business management.” “Freshman year?” I guessed. “Sophmore,” she replied. I casually walked past her towards the pool. She turned and followed me. “So what are your plans?” I bahis firmaları asked. “I don’t know,” she replied. “Finish school first.” I chuckled. “No silly,” I replied, “For the rest of the afternoon.” She laughed and replied, as we stepped through the gate and into the pool area, “I don’t know.” “Wanna come up to my place?” I countered. I have no idea why I made the offer. The words just tumbled out of my mouth. “Sure,” she replied, stepping up her pace to walk beside me. Stepping into my apartment, she asked if she could use the restroom. I head nodded her in the direction she needed to travel, then watched as she disappeared into my bathroom. She closed the door but didn’t latch it. I stepped on to my balcony and waited. After a few moments, she emerged and joined me on my patio. “Do you want a beer or something to drink?” I asked. “A beer would be great,’ she replied, leaning against the railing and taking in the view from our perch. I stepped back into my apartment, fetched two beers from the refrigerator and rejoined my guest on the patio. I stopped only momentarily to take in her very cute ass. Her shorts were probably about two sizes to small, but I was not going to be the one to tell her. I handed her kaçak bahis siteleri the beer. “Thanks,” she said, taking a long hard drink from the beer bottle, then wiping her mouth with the back of her free hand. “Good beer,” she remarked.“Good company,” I replied. “So can you show me what you do?” she asked. “Sure,” I replied. I sat down at my desktop, and flipped on my computer as my guest stood beside me. I could smell the sweetness of her perfume as she looked over my shoulder at my computer screen. Suddenly, I felt her hand on my shoulder. “This is so cool,” she said as she peered at my computer screen. “You are very talented!” I leaned back and casually placed my arm around her side, still holding my beer. “Nah,” I replied, “I just enjoy what I do.” “You’re good at what you do,” she replied. My semi-hard cock was starting to respond to the closeness of my visitor. My guest stepped in front of me, between where I was seated and the desk with my computer screen and keyboard on it. She crossed her arms and stared down at me in silence. “So do you ever take time away from work just to have some fun?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied. She reached to the band that held her hair in a pony-tail, pulling on it and releasing her long brown hair, which fell softly on to her shoulders. She bit down on her lower lip. She glanced down at my lap, smiled and said, “Wow! Looks like someone is having a party.” I’m pretty sure I blushed at this point. “Yeah,” I replied.
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