Date: Mon, 4 Jul 2005 23:09:26 EDT
From: Want2dothis@aol.com
Subject: Sunday paint job-part2

Six months  had passed since my first experience  with my  friend
John. By that time I had  amassed  quite a wardrobe  including
wigs & hair enhancers, not to mention  some VERY expensive
lingerie. One  day  while alone &  bored I pondered  getting
dressed  just to perfect the  image I wanted to  cultivate. All of
a sudden I heard a huge crash  in the corridor of the apartment
building  where  I lived.I ran to the door & opened  it to see  2
moving men  had dropped  an iron headboard. I  knew  the unit next
door  was vacant, but  was unaware  someone had leased  it. As I
helped  the guys  pick  up  the heavy  iron work, I felt a  hand
on my shoulder. The new  tenant had appeared & introduced
himself  as Vincent. Dark hair--workingmans natural muscled body
with  5'oclock   shadow. Tan & smelled  of soap. I guess I must
have blushed & I am sure he caught  me staring but I shook his hand
like a  real "guy." I inquired  if  he  was single or married & he
told  me  he & his  girlfriend  had   taken the unit. I almost
heaved a  sigh of relief, thinking  ok,  wont  be too much contact
between  us.             Two  weeks passed & except  for the usual
moving in sounds & picture hanging, nothing unusal occured.I had
seen his  girlfriend in passing & she was attractive &  pleasant.
One day I  found myself in the elevator  with Vincent & he
informed me  that  he was  single   again  as  of the day before.
He asked if I had anyone steady & I laughed  & said   NO!  We went
to our  respective doors &  said goodnight. As I locked my door
I speculated  on how damn sexy he was then shook  my head to clear
it.  Three hours later  as I sat  in front of  my mirror   totally
made  up  & wearing a purple  satin pajama   ensemble with matching
heels & a  tousled  blond wig --it  dawned on me  that I had
forgotten to dispose of the  days trash. It was late--the
disposal   wasn't  far from my door  so I said  oh what the hell.
Making sure I couldn't lock myself out I tiptoed into the corridor
& disposed of the   2  bags of trash.  Just as I approached  my
door, Vincents opened & he  caught a   glimpse  of me slipping back
inside my unit.I locked the door  quickly but he knocked  & asked
if   Jerry ( me)   was still awake---I whispered  no through  the
door.                       The  next  morning  I  found  myself
once again   in the elevator with Vincent--both of us leaving for
work. He looked like he hadnt slept  much & he replied  that
something had bothered him all night. He then  directly asked  me
if the  woman in the hall   the night before had been  me.   I
tried to look shocked but  failed-I laughed & said  yes it
was---dressing   was a hobby  of mine. He grinned  & said wow  you
looked DAMN good.                 Later  that day when I returned
from work I made sure  I didn't run  into him  & literally locked
myself  in my unit & was as silent as possible.I  bathed &
dressed--this time in black lace. At  11 pm  the doorbell rang, it
was Vincent--I said through the door I  cannot let you in & he said
please--I need to talk. I opened the door  &  he  gasped He had on
just an athletic tank  & cut offs.I offered  him a  drink--he said
sure  & kept on staring. I handed him the drink & smelled  his
soapy aroma We settled down  to  chat & he asked  how   all this
had happened to me. I told  him all about that  Sunday paintjob &
my   friend John. He admitted  he didn't know what he was  feeling
about all this  but was very  intrigued.I dont know what about that
statement angered  me  but I informed  him  I was  not a
laboratory  experiment & asked him to leave. I crossed the room &
opened the door, he put  down his drink & headed  towards  me.
Instead of leaving he slammed the door, kissed  my neck  &  reached
under  my panties  &  impaled  me on a thick  finger---then 2
fingers--then 3 fingers...I was so weak with lust all I could do
was moan  &  stroke his  biceps. I licked his collarbone. He
kissed  my chin & continued  to  finger  me deeply--teasing me
--making   me  beg. Our clothes  got lost--he was  rough &
demanding  of me, orally  & anally. Finally after  a long night he
went home to his place. when we meet he greets  me  as  a
guy---after  11 pm  most nights  he  comes to me  & makes  me his
slut slave.