Passion desire Lust

Story 6 Backdoor Secrets -2

Amy held the door to the apartment building open with her right foot and dragged her shopping bags inside. When the door closed behind her she took a couple of breaths and then grabbed the heavy bags and began the walk up three flights of stairs. The elevator was broken again and being a Saturday she and the other tenants had to wait until Monday before it would be repaired. It was a pain in the ass, but that’s what you got when you decided to live cheap, she thought while she took a break on the first floor.

Amy was a petite girl just over five-five with sand colored straight hair and curious green eyes. At twenty-five, she had an MBA in Marketing and had just moved to town the previous month. She had chosen the apartment complex where she lived because the rent was cheap and it was only a fifteen minute walk to her workplace.

She grabbed the bags and was about to begin the walk up the next flight of stairs when she heard a door open above, followed by quick footsteps. She looked up just as a man walked around the corner. He looked to be in his late forties or early fifties, dressed in shorts and a tank top. He wore running shoes and an mp3 player was strapped to his right arm. When he saw her he stopped.

“Hi, do you need some help?”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“I’m fine, thanks.”

He grabbed the bags from her. “Wow, these are heavy. C’mon, I’ll help you.”

She almost had to run to keep up with him and when they reached her floor he stopped. “Which apartment is yours?”

“That one,” she said and pointed at a door with the letter A above it.”

“Then you live above me.”

She took the bags from him and gave him a big smile. “Thank you so much. I’m Amy, by the way.”

“I’m Jeff, have a great day.”

She watched him disappear down the stairs and then took her keys out of her jeans pocket.

When she had put her shopping away she went to the bathroom where she stripped off her clothes and took a long cool shower. It was a hot day in June and she had been sweating a lot carrying the bags three blocks.

She dressed in a pair of white cotton panties and a long green T-shirt and went to the kitchen. Opening the fridge she took out a carton of OJ and poured a glass. The cool liquid felt good and on her way to the balcony, she grabbed a new pack of cigarettes from the basket on top of the dining table. It was warm in the sun and she closed her eyes enjoying the rays on her face and body. Her nipples grew hard against the fabric and for a second she thought about going to her bed and playing with her dildo. She had bought it when she had moved. It was a replacement for Jake who she had dumped after she caught him fucking her neighbor. Jake was tall, strong, and had blue eyes. Too bad he was a complete asshole. They had lived together for two years and she thought that he had been banging Lucy for most of that time. Amy’s career was important to her and she spent a lot of time at work or traveling across the country. Jake was a writer and spent most of his time in front of his laptop. At least that was what she had thought.

She had come home early one Friday and was surprised not to find Jake typing away at his desk. When she had gone into their bedroom she had seen them. Lucy was on top with her hands in her blond hair riding Jake. He had his hands on her hips and Amy had heard the sound of their body’s slamming into each other. They didn’t notice her until she threw one of her shoes at them and hit Lucy in the back of her head. There had been screaming, and in the end, Jake and Lucy had gone to her apartment, and Amy had changed the lock on her door and left his stuff outside.

Now she was single and enjoying it. There were a few guys at her new job that she liked, but she didn’t want to date at work. It never worked out and often caused more problems than it was worth. She opened her eyes and looked down at the street below her. A family was walking with a stroller and a couple of youths kicking a football against the wall. She was about to go back inside to get another glass of OJ when she saw Jeff come running down the street. His leg muscles were impressive, just like football players. He stopped by the entrance door and put a foot up on the railing and stretched his leg. After a minute he did the other before disappearing inside. Amy wondered if he lived alone or if he had a girlfriend or wife. Most of the tenants were single and came home late at night. She would hear doors slamming and sometimes music after midnight.

After her second glass of juice and another cigarette, she went back inside and decided to make lunch.