Next Year

Phil saw her before she saw him. It had been more than a year since he dropped the phone into a drawer, and he had long since forgotten the bad investment. Since then he'd hustled his way through better deals, paid his bills, but hadn't made enough to move out of his apartment. Which was a lucky thing.

Because there she was. Long, blonde hair, big tits, puffy lips, and a thin waist. She was wearing a short skirt and tight top that showed off her body. She was beyond beautiful.

And she was Phil's next-door neighbour!

Her eyes glanced in his direction, coming into locking onto Phil. Her pink painted lips curled into a smile.

"Hi there," she said, approaching him slowly and purposefully, "I'm Tyler. And who might you be?"

"Ph-Ph-Phil," he stammered, surprised at the effect the woman was having on him. Her eyes went wide for a moment after he said his name, then had a moment of excitement, before fading into a hungry, lusty look. "Are you new in the building?"

"Oh, I've been here a while," she winked at him and touched his arm playfully, "but I guess I just haven't been lucky enough to run into you."

Phil chuckled. He didn't know who this Tyler woman was, but she was pouring it on thick.

"I was just going to pop in and make some dinner," she continued, "If you're free, I'd love some company, especially from a good looking man like you."

"I, er, um..." he stuttered.

"Good," she said, "I'll leave the door unlocked. Come by any time. You won't be sorry."

She turned and walked away, swaying her hips as she went, leaving Phil standing in the hallway wondering when his penis had gotten a half-chub.