Interested

"You'd be surprised by what gets done around here," you say with a wink.

"Did you know Jack?" she asks, her toes still playing with your leg.

"Yes, he recommended me for the job," you reply, wondering why she mentioned him.

"Did he talk about the tenants here?"

"Nothing specifc, but he did say something about getting along with the tenants. I'm not sure what he meant, but that's why I went around yesterday to meet them. You all seem a very friendly bunch, except for Frank Krauss. He was rather threatening." A grin crosses your face as you remember your dalliances of the day before.

"Yeah, he's pretty nasty. Don't get on his bad side." Now her foot was all the way between your legs, and her toes started rubbing your crotch. "Jack helped me out with something, and I hope you'll be as helpful as he was," she said mysteriously while licking her lips.

"What do you need help with, Maria?" you ask with fake innocence. Her toes on your bulging pants give you a good idea of what she needs help with.

"I have an itch that desparately needs scratching," she says. As you watch she starts unbuttoning her shirt; she never takes her eyes off you as more of her light brown chest is revealed. She unclasps the last button, and you can see the swell of her breasts within the silky white bra through the open slit of her shirt.

You stand up and she does so too. "That looks like quite an itch. It may take quite a lot of scratching to satisfy it," you say seductively. You lean down and start licking her chest, while she pulls her shirt completely open. You fumble a bit with the front clasp of her bra, finally getting it open and off her tits. Her light brown breasts are gorgeous half-softball-sized mounds with dark brown aeroles and thick swollen nipples. You hold her hips as you lap at her skin, circling around her left tit.

"I think your scratching will be just the thing I need," she says as she tousles your hair.

You flick the tip of your tongue on her nipple, and she moans, holding your head to her chest. You suck the nipple into your mouth, massaging it with your lips and teasing it with your tongue. You luxuriate in the taste of her skin and start kneading her other breast with your hand.

"Oh, let's go sit down. We could stand, but we'll just get tired," she says, pulling your head off her breast. She wraps you in her arms and gives you a wonderful, soft kiss. Then she turns, grasping your hand, and walks you toward the living room of the apartment. She sits on the large green couch and pats the seat next to her. As you sit, she shakes the shirt and bra off her shoulders and tosses them into the middle of the room.

You remove your shirt and toss it in about the same place. You then push her back toward the end of the couch, and she swings her leg up and around you. You are now sitting between her legs. She grins lustfully at you and plays with her nipples teasingly. You hook your fingers in her skirt, gently tugging down. Maria lifts her hips to let you remove her last piece of clothing; she has no underwear on. You can't stand it anymore and pounce on her like a leopard. You kiss her madly and furiously fondle her tits and nipples. She moans into your mouth, and she grinds her groin into yours. Your cock is straining your pants, rubbing hard against her needy snatch.