Just for a walk

I really didn’t felt like staying home for the day. It was my birthday, and gosh darn it, I was going to go see the town and enjoy myself. The fact that if I stayed home my landlady would find me and ask me for money I didn’t completely have was another matter all together.

One change of wardrobe later, I was in a comfortable pair of shorts and T-shirt, so I then left my apartment. I quietly closed the door behind me and then called for the elevator. With me living in the seventh floor and all, I didn’t have much of a choice.

Like I said, the place was really my aunt’s, it was the summer home she barely used. She, unlike me, could actually afford having a sweet apartment near Malibu beach to almost never visit, because she, again, unlike me, had a job that paid her lots of money. I was pretty sure she only offered the place to me out of pity, when she heard that I was crashing on a friend’s couch.

But you won’t find me complaining about it. Great location, awesome view, and hot, constantly half naked neighbors? Yes, please. It was almost heaven. Almost.

There was one single problem with this place.

“Hey, jackass. Where’s my rent money?”

Oh, shit. I sighed. Of course it had to be her.

I **** a fake smile on my face and turned around from the elevator doors, ready to grid the person who was talking.

She had long blonde hair that reached her shoulders, a curvy and athletic figure that made her look like a mature 20 something year old, a small tight ass, and big tits that couldn’t be natural.

She was wearing what I guessed was a shirt, but it was so small that it only covered her huge upper chest. Same thing with her mini shorts, the minuscule things were clinging to her nice ass with passion. She looked like a wet dream on bejeweled high heels.

Destiny Dixon, or just Des. The landlady that owned the building. Emphasize on owned, not ran, all the running was left to her assistant. Des only cashed in the checks. There was a rumor flying around the tenants, that her family bought the building for ‘Tax porpoises’ and Des got stuck with it after they wouldn’t support her anymore.

“Do you got my money or do I have to kick you out?”

She was also a total bitch.

I made sure to keep my smile as confident as possible, since, no, I didn’t have the money, but she didn’t know that. That was my only strength.

“Des, you look truly beautiful today, are those new shoes?”

That got a different reaction than I expected. I was absolutely sure that she was going to sneer at me and tell me to stick it up my ass.

Instead she smiled sensually to me, as she began to get closer to me “Really think so? I was hoping someone would notice them. I’m so happy it was you”

She touched my chest with her manicured nails, slowly moving them up and down, giving me chills. Des gently pushed me against the elevator doors, and in a matter of seconds her glorious breasts were pressed against me, giving me a full view of them.

Okay... there was something weird going on.

“Well, they, uh, suit you. But about that money...”

“What? Oh, that” She said sounding distracted, biting her lower lip hungrily as she trailed a nail down my chest “Well, you did miss your last month. But I suppose there are other ways for you to pay me” Her hand stopped above the tend that had form on my shorts and smirked at me.

I had only ever seen her like that on the times she brought a dude to her place and got him to her bed. She lived next to me, and the walls were thin. Very thin.

Her face was inches from mine, I could feel her accelerated breath and her finger hooking my shorts “So how about you come to by place later, hmm? We can talk about it all night~” Her lips hovered above mine, she was so close.

Then I got a wake up call to reality. At that moment the elevator doors opened up and I didn’t waist a second to get in. I smashed the close button and the doors closed before they were completely open.

“I’ll be waiting~” I heard Des moan before the elevator started to move. I was pretty sure I saw her starting at my crotch like she was going to eat it, not that I could blame her. With everything she had been doing it was only natural that I would go hard, and my shorts didn’t do much to hide it.

I got my dick under control by the time I exited the lobby, no need for everyone to see my dick going around.