Return it a little later.

It's still a little early in the day, so you decide to grab a quick snack and watch a video before you return the package.

After an hour or so, you carry the package up a floor to #304. You knock and wait. You can hear shoes walking across the floor inside. The locks click and the door opens. N. Jansen is a woman -- a good-looking woman at that. She is about five and a half feet tall and slim, dressed in a grey woman's business suit with jacket and skirt. Her legs are lovely, and her suit jacket is filled out pretty well. Her brunette hair is shoulder-length, nicely framing her heart-shaped face, sky-blue eyes, and full lips.

"Hello?" she asks quizically.

"Hi, I'm John from apartment 204. This package got delivered to my door by mistake," you say, giving her a little smile, but not able to come up with anything better than the truth.

She inhales a little deeper before she says, "Oh, I'm Nadine. Thanks for bringing it around." You can see her pupils dilate significantly. "Would you like to come in for some coffee?" She smiles at you as she takes the box from you.

"Sure, coffee would be great," you say enthusiastically. Maybe she likes your cologne or your smile.

Nadine turns around and holds the door open for you. It could be your imagination, but you think she sniffed you when you passed.

Her apartment is nicely furnished and clean. A large couch on one wall faces a decent 28" to 32" T.V. set with stereo speakers next to the entertainment center on the other wall. The dining room has a table with four chairs. The windows have nice drapes. Everything matches a pleasant green and tan color scheme. Either she is an interior designer or she hired one.

You pause in the middle of the living room as she puts the box into an office just of the living room. She comes back in, leading you into the kitchen. "I just made some after work. I hadn't had a chance to pour any for myself, so you're just in time." She gets a couple of mugs out of the cupboard and pours them full of hot coffee from the pot on the counter. The earthy aroma of the savory liquid fills your nose. "Would you like cream or sugar?" she asks politely.

"Cream or milk, please."

She opens the refrigerator and bends over to grab some half-and-half from the shelf. You glance at her nicely-rounded ass. She straightens and hands it to you to pour keeping the door open. You put in the right amount and hand it back to her; she bends again to replace it. You like how her butt looks.

She grabs her mug and heads back to the living room with you trailing behind her. She waits and waves to the couch. "Take a load off, John." You sit and she sits right next to you, her legs almost touching yours. She turns her body to face you a bit, and her knee bumps into your leg. She doesn't move it and lets it stay touching you. Nadine sets her coffee down and starts taking her jacket off. She has a white silk blouse underneath. "It's too hot to keep that on after work. It's one thing to wear it at work to impress the higher-ups, but otherwise, it's just too uncomfortable." You can see the bumps of her nipples through the material and her lace bra, which you can see the design of through the thin, translucent material.

You take a sip of the warm coffee. It tastes great. Must be Columbian or something else good. "Mmm, now that's good coffee," you say to make small talk.

"I'm glad you like it," she says with much interest. Her gaze is a little dreamy, and a small smile dances on her lips. Her hand rests on your knee.