By Jocelyn and Arthur Miller
The woman in apartment six was known to keep weird hours.
You could hear her heels clicking unsteadily up the stairs, sometimes as late as 3 am. The neighbors heard tell of a husband, although no one ever saw one. She wasn't a kid - she had 'seen some shit in her life, as she herself put it. Still she was very beautiful - almost as if the charactor of years added some new beauty to her face, some new intrique. She was a rebel. Even her body seemed to scream it - her big hips, her breasts..everything was 'woman'. In the time of skinny mini girls, she knew immediately never to compete. The men who liked her body always seemed to find her somehow.
But the past eight months were a real dry spell. The phantom husband would be gone another three months..and what did it matter? All they ever did was fight on the phone..then she would curl up with a bottle of something that made the pain more bareble.
The lights went out in her apartment one night. She couldn't even see her hand in front of her face. It was late. Late enough for her to be pretty much in the bag. She stumbled outside and noticed all the other apartments seemed to have lights - so it wasn't a black out. She hated calling the landlord - especially when she was this drunk, but there seemed no option. Marty the apartment manager sounded annoyed..'I'll call the new maintanance guy. He's pretty much on call.'
"Mew naintanance guy, huh?" She was always a bit of a drunken flirt and laughed to herself and wondered if the new guy was cute.
While she waited, she finished off a forth bottle of wine and again she laughed. When the phantom left, it was only two bottles a night but now it was four, or even five.
She tied the belt of her silk robe tighter, as if that would hold all the sadness in. She lit a candle and marched, or wobbled rather, to the bathroom to check her makeup. She was still youthful, her hair was wet from the bath she took. Her perfume still permiated the room. Time for another glass.
In no time, there was a knock on the door. She answered it, smiled and immediately started apologizing to the shadowy figure in the doorway. He spoke with an accent..as he came into the light she saw his blond hair and boyish face. He was reassuring, "It's my job' he excaimed.
She wrapped the robe around her tighter.
He was in her apartment now, checking wiring. He accepted a drink, and stopped his checking long enough to watch her as she sucked one down. They did the usual chit chat there in the darkness. by flashlight. She stumbled a bit and was embarrassed (even without my heels on??) he chuckled out loud as she swayed back and caught herself.
"You better site down, miss" he said as he helped her to the couch. Now he was close enough that she could smell his wonderful young body and hear him breathing accross the back of her neck. He lowered her to thecouch and offered to fill her glass.
"Thanksssssss" she said. She gulped it while the young man sat close, watching her.
"Feeling better?" he asked, her head was swimming.
"Mmmmmhmmm," she replied. Soon the glass was filled again and emptied.
Everything was in a dark fog..she leaned on the maintanance man, not even realizing it. She kept expecting him to say something..something in that wonderful voice of his - but he was quiet. He pushed her hair off her face and kissed her cheek. Even this small gesture made her whole body open up. By now, she was just mumbling, but he knew what she wanted. The bottle was nearly gone..the rest was poured, and the mysterious blond man went to fetch another..He was gone for 30 painful minutes. She felt more alone than ever before in those minutes. For some reason they both knew that the short visit was destined. She waited for him with all the longing her voluptous body could possibly hold and when she finally heard the three quiet knocks on the door she started the long sinful, embarrassing journey to the door.
She was floating, steadying herself against walls and furniture to make it to the door. The mysterious blond man was plesantly out of focus when she finally managed to open the door. He had fetched two bottles of vodka and a huge bottle of champagne from his room in the basement. Looking at her he noticed that the bathrobe was so skimpy it could just barely cover her full breasts. She noticed the expression on his face and drunkenlystarted to flirt with him. In her vaporcloud of alcohol she flirted wildly, embarrassingly, incoherently with him talking to him in her little, helpless girlie voice. He opened the bottle of champagne and poured two large glasses. She needed comfort so badly that she practically begged him to hold her. She staggered- and suddenly fell into the wall and he helped her up again. She couldn't resist hugging him and he responded by embracing her and carressed her beautiful neck and shoulders. Suddenly their lips met in a long, beautiful, slobbering kiss that made her so dizzy.
She would have slumped to the floor again like a limp doll if the maintainance guy hadn't held her up. The kiss started a really horny roller coaster ride for her. The guy may have helped her to the couch, but everything was a blur for several minutes there. Safely seated on the couch she said.
"Heysssszzzz- um- zzzzzzz- shorry - ssszzir, cnnn I assk you a quession?"
"Of course you can."
"Djou ffff- djou fine me azzchactive?"
Her heavy, full breasts were exposed now and she was completely unaware. In her drunken haze she could only concentrate on focusing on the maintainance guy and realized that she was sopping wet. Her thighs were slick on the inside.
"pl- pleeeasse feed me zzum boossze ssirrr ."
He filled a beer mug with vodka and fed it to her really slowly. Although it burned she liked the taste and was getting increasingly hornier and drunker by the minute now. The maintainace guy enjoyed his newfound slave girl. In less than an hour he had forced a whole bottle of vodka in her.
The room was spinning very fast now for the half naked, lonely, sweet drunk woman. She closed her eyes and it spun even faster. The maintanance man could see she was really out of it now. His hand traveled up her thighs, and between her legs to the sweetest spot. The spinning stopped and the rollercoaster started again. Without realizing it, she opened her legs wide so he could touch her. His finger went inside. "You're so wet. You really needed that bottle of vodka didn't you? You're nice and relaxed now".
She opened her eyes to see a double image of the beautiful guy licking his fingers.
"Your pussy tastes like champagne," he said as her head flew back.
She moaned as he put his finger back in.
Her robe was pretty much off now. Somewhere in her head she wondered what the hell she was doing, but just didn't care. He knew the lay out of these apartments and carried her to the bedroom. "Miss?? You're okay right?"
She nodded as he layed her down on her tummy. She was naked now and he enjoyed the sight of her limp, big body on the bed. She was in a half sleep, just perfectly hidden away from the troubles in her life. Hidden in a drunken haze. "I never want this to end'" she thought, as the horny rollercoaster took another climb.
The maintanence man was feeling her all over now, she moaned and mumbled.
"What's that you say?" he whispered. It didn't really matter, it was just some nonsense about how she never did this sort of thing. But what did it really matter now? He pushed a pillow under her and brought her up on her knees. She kept sliding down, and he laughed to himself about how lit she was.
Finally she was positioned right – still conscious, but just barely. He pulled her damp hair and she woke just a little. 'Hmmm' came out of her as quiet as a little breeze against the window.
The End.
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