Paige
She moved into the apartment across from him about five
months ago just like all the other girls she split the rent with. The only difference now was that while they
all were headed home for the summer, the second finals were over, she was
staying behind. The once thriving
college community was now desolate with just a few year round residents. These were the folks that either were never
around or just willing to put up with the madness because of the amazingly cheap
rent. Paige had no idea why but the guy across
the way did not seem to fit into either of these categories.
He was man in his mid forties with a strong jaw and graying hair. He was not the fittest of individuals but
there was an air about him that made him attractive. Maybe it was the confident smile that he
always flashed or the smell of his cologne as it lingered on the stairwell
after he had come or gone. All Paige
knew is he made her feel electric whenever he said hello.
He roommates labeled him a creeper or not worth any time
spent but on many occasions Paige watched as their hungry eyes followed his
every move or she overheard their interactions with him and knew by their
flirtatious ways they too burned for his touch.
Paige had thrown caution to the wind on a few occasions, even once when
she was really drunk, but he seemed resistant to her or for that matter any of
her roommate’s charms and lewd invitations.
He was always proper, a gentleman brushing aside their school girl
advances. Now as the once splashing pool,
loud apartments and passageways echoed into a soft silence she decided she
needed to try a bit harder. Armed with a
bit of gossip, a study of his routine and no known competition, she was
determined to make him notice her and maybe chance a stolen moment in her young
ivory embrace.
It was 6:15 in the
morning and she had been up now for almost an hour, fighting her youthful need
for more sleep, preparing herself for her intentional rendezvous. After a stalled debate with herself she, in
her soft white panties with a faded blue button up, armed with a collection of
Dylan Thomas poetry, tiptoed with bare feet the one hundred or so feet to his
back patio and sat on the bench just outside his back door. She opened her book and proceeded to wait for
his arrival.
She had watched him every day for the last two weeks now and
like clockwork he would appear in various states of dress, with a cup of coffee,
a pen and a tablet. He typically spent
the next hour or so, scribbling, grumbling, scratching through what he wrote or
just staring off into the sunrise content with the silence of morning; today
was no different. He stepped out onto
his porch with his pad in hand, a steaming cup of coffee in the other and
proceeded to sit down on the bench a few feet away from Paige, oblivious to her
even being there, or so she thought. Her
heart raced and she moistened a bit as she inhaled that amazing cologne of his.
He stared out at the sun taking a large sip of his coffee
and then smiled broadly. Without turning
his head he spoke out loud. “So you
finally decided to come over rather than just sit there spying on me huh?” Paige tried to respond, her mouth half open allowed
nothing to escape past her quivering lips.
She had planned so much to say. She was going to ask him if he was a writer. She was going to impress him with her
knowledge of the world and literature.
She was going to seduce him and now all she had was silence and shock. After a few moments of more silence, save for
a few birds chirping, he turned and eyed her.
Her heart melted and her head swam.
He traced her body with his dark eyes and smug smile. She was a vision
sitting there beside him. Her gorgeous blue
eyes locked on his. He most enjoyed the
fact that her top was open and allowed him to enjoy a full view of her young
pert and tantalizing breasts. He licked
his lips as if he were about to eat her.
Paige found her confidence finally, lifting her arm to rest
her head on her hand while leaning a bit forward a smiling. “You knew I was
watching the whole time huh?” She asked no longer timid. “Mhm.” He replied. It was now or never, she thought. “Well in that case, are you going to invite
me in?” she said as her skin tingled with want.
The man laughed and stood up without saying a word no longer looking at
her. He went to the door and opened it
while taking a sip of his coffee. Paige
stopped smiling. For a brief second she thought
he was going to just leave her there exposed and silly, but he proved her wrong
with a sweep of his hand. “After you my
sweet temptress.” He said. She got up
with a smile and walked into his apartment.
He slowly followed after her admiring her tight ass and how those cotton
panties sat snug on her young firm curves.
The door closed behind them and all that remained was the bird’s cries
and the rising sun.
Thomas Aiden
The Sin Series
Temptation has many names
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