7 Troy Street

You don't know what you expected, but whatever it was, you're disappointed. 7 Troy Street is pretty unremarkable. 6 floors of 4 apartments to a floor of plain beige apartment block. Absolutely nothing special about it. Its not ghetto, its not chic. Nothing about it draws the attention of the eye unless you happen to be looking for it.

Kicking the scooter into stand, you figure you may as well take a closer look since you came all this way and approach the front door. The security panel must be busted as it swings open with a light shove without you having to buzz any of the 24 apartments, none of which are named you notice. Just as you do this, you notice an attractive brunette just about to leave her apartment, she turns as she locks her front door then sees you. She checks you out from head to toe briefly and you notice her gaze taking in your leather arm-band. She gasps a little and takes a step backwards, pressing her back up against her door.

"Hi, I'm Ulysses"

She just nods, and you wait an awkward moment to see if she is going to answer. Just as you decide its time to call this quits and head home on the scooter, she gulps and says "Penelope", before unlocking her door again. "You'd better come in".

Confused, you follow her into her small one bed apartment. Its neat enough in a minimalist sort of way, but you cant take your eyes off of Penelope. She is stunning and the way her tight little ass is wiggling in her little black dress is almost hypnotic.

She turns to face you.

"Uh look," she starts awkwardly, then sits on the arm of her chair. Her hand is trembling you notice, and she's staring at the floor, "I got the text message this morning. I'm just not sure yet, ok. Its a lot to take in. Is it ok if I take a little time?"

What the hell is she talking about?

"I mean, I get it. Its your right and all, but its really sudden for me. You know? After all this time?" She begins to wring her hands in her lap.

"Uh huh". You still have no idea.

"Can I get you anything first?"

"Uh, no. I'm good", you say, still perplexed. Something in you though tells you to play this carefully. Wait to see where its leading before you blow what might be a good deal.

Her hazel eyes flick up to yours briefly, then back down again. "Would it be ok if I just gave you a handjob this time? Just till I get used to the idea again".

"Sure", you say, flummoxed.

Questions begin to flood through your mind. What the hell does she mean? A free handjob from a hotter girl than you've ever had a sniff at before - awesome, but what else did she think you wanted that she's not ready for yet? (Well a BJ would have been nicer, you guess but you dont want to look a gift horse in the mouth) What did she mean by "all this time", and "again"? And what was this text message she was talking about?

Just as you prepare to ask her these question, she gets on her knees in front of you and unzips your pants and all your questions disappear as she pulls your now stiff cock out and gently massages it with her slender soft hands.