The sign on the front of the porch said: “For Rent.” David circled the neighborhood, then pulled up in front of a two-story house. 1920’s construction, it looked like it had been converted to two flats.
David pulled his Lexus to the curb, parked the car, turned off the ignition. He walked to the house, rang the bell. It took a while, then an old man came to the door.
“Yes?” he said. “Can I help you?” Eastern European accent.
David introduced himself. “Is the apartment still for rent?” he said.”My name is Henry,” the man said. “It is still for rent.”
“Can you show it to me?” David asked.
“Of course,” Henry said. “I’ll get the key.”
David watched as Henry shuffled to the back of his flat. He returned with his wife, who looked him up and down.
“This is Lana, my wife,” Henry said. “She will show you the apartment. I don’t get up and down stairs like I used to.”
“Come with me,” Lana said.
She went to the door on the right and unlocked it.
“We’ve done our best to remodel it,” she said as she walked up the stairs. “We repainted, refinished the floors, updated the kitchen a little. Tell me about yourself. Are you married?”
“Single,” David said.
“Why isn’t a nice looking young man not married?” she said. “Henry and I moved here from Poland in 1938. We got married young. You kids these days…”
The flat was nice, and David decided immediately it would suit his needs perfectly. Living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom. Three small bedrooms, an alcove, a porch on the front, and a smaller one on the rear of the apartment.
“How much is the rent,” he said.
“$700”, Lana said. “And if you want a garage bay, another $25.”
“This is perfect,” he said.
“I will tell you right now, young man,” she said, “we live a quiet life. We intend to keep it that way. If you’re the partying type, this will not work. We do not want to be up all hours with your loud music blaring.”
“You won’t have to worry about that at all,” he said.
She handed him a piece of paper. “Good. If you want this place, you need to fill this out. We will do a thorough check on you, and if you pass our inspection, we’ll let you know. You can move in at any time.”
David stood in the kitchen and completed the form. He was looking forward to a quieter life. He knew this was the place for him. He handed Lana the completed application, thanked her, and walked down the stairs to his car. As he started it, he wondered how he was going to tell Annie he was through.
*****
Julie stood at her kitchen window and looked at the apartment across the alley from her. A light was on in the kitchen! Someone had moved in! “How did that happen?” she thought to herself. “I need to pay better attention to what’s going on around here!”
She stepped back and looked again. A man was standing in the kitchen, a towel wrapped around his waist. She went to the light switch and turned it off.
“I don’t want him to see me staring at him,” she thought.
The two houses were separated by a driveway; they were no more than 20 feet apart. She stepped back into the shadows and watched him. He turned, adjusted his towel. For a brief moment, he was exposed. Julie felt her face flush as she gazed at his flaccid penis. She felt herself getting wet.
“I need to sit down,” she thought.
She sat on the sofa, stared at the tv without taking in what was on.”A good-looking man has moved into the apartment right next door,” she said to herself. “A man my age. And he has a nice cock.”
She touched herself, felt the wetness grow. She leaned forward so that she could see through her bedroom window into the kitchen next door. He was at the fridge, bent over. He pulled out a beer, twisted open the cap. He turned. She could see his testes bounce as he turned and tossed the cap into the garbage can.
“This could get very interesting,” she thought. “I can have some fun with this.”
*****
David opened his bottle of beer, took a long pull. The move had gone easier than we thought it would. Annie was ready for him when he got home that night. She knew it was time to call it too. Lana had called him the next day, told him the apartment was his if he still wanted it. Tim had helped him move in, and now here he was, on a Saturday night, alone in his new place, and his head spinning and naked.
The shower had felt good after all of that moving. Even though it was still March, it had been a nice day, and he had been sweaty. He turned and looked through the empty bedroom off the kitchen. The shade was pulled down halfway, and he could see into the apartment on the north side of his. A woman was sitting on her sofa, in her living room. He could swear she had been looking at him, at his nakedness. She was cute, from what he could tell. He knew he was in no mental condition for a serious relationship, but he liked looking at her. This could be fun, he thought. He turned off the light switch and settled back in the shadows of his kitchen, and watched.
Julie looked out her window. The kitchen light was off. Did he move to the front of the house, or was he in the shadows, watching her? She felt her nipples stiffen, became very aware of her sexuality. Right then and there, she made a decision. She was going to explore and exploit this situation for all it was worth. She got up, peeled off her tee-shirt, and walked to the bedroom. She tossed her tee-shirt on the bed and stood in front of the window in her leggings. She turned and bent over, pretended to pick up a pair of socks from the floor, and walked back to her living room and sat down on the sofa.
His move.
The light was on again in the kitchen! He was in the fridge again, and when he turned around, his erection was obvious. “Aren’t you the naughty boy?” she thought. “I’ll give you something to make you hard!”
The March air had cooled, and she found herself shivering, her nipples fully erect from the cold. She got off the couch and went to her bedroom. She grabbed a sweater from her closet and pulled it on. She pulled her leggings off and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked down at her bald sex, touched herself.
“You are in so much trouble,” she thought.
*****
David watched as the woman next door took her shirt off, exposing her breasts. “Very nice!” he thought to himself. He could feel his cock stir, knew an erection was on its way.
“Let’s see where this goes,” he thought.
He got up, turned the light on, retrieved another beer from the fridge. He knew she could see his erection. He didn’t care. He turned off the light, looked next door. The woman was naked from the waist down, on her bed, and she was touching herself.
And right then, he knew he never wanted to move from this apartment as long as the view didn’t change.
To be continued…
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