My Hero-
It must have been 80 degrees in my new apartment on moving day. The movers were clearly suffereing as 3 of them hurried up and down to the lobby, via the ancient elevator, to move my eclectic furnitire and boxes into my new flat. Like the sensitive and caring girl that I am (at times) I provided lots of water and lemonade, and when finished, the offer of a cold Stella! OK, so maybe the guys would have preferred a Bud, but on this warm June day they seemed tickled to be offered any kind of beer!
Wow, in and out in 45 minutes, including time to assemble my bed, with the creaky old brass headboard. OK, trust me, it is creaky. I have proof, and at least a few guys around Boston would agree with that assessment, but that's another set of stories, and for another day.
Movers gone, furniture semi-arranged, and about 12 boxes left to unpack. And it's only 11:00AM... I can be lying on lawn in the Public Garden by 2:00! Yes, an incentive. My curly red hair pulled back in a pony, I began to worry about the heat. It's just 11:00 and already 81 degrees in here... think i chose the wrong side of the building. Even with the oversized windows open, it was way too warm to concentrate. Looking down I noticed my monster air conditioner, that had cooled my last two apartments. Why hadn't I asked the movers to put it in the window for me? For a second beer, they probably would have painted the place.... but now I'm scre..."Hi, welcome" said a male voice from behind me. "I'm Tad from 509... are you Lea?"
I turned quickly, a bit surprised but not frightened, to see a very cute blond guy about 6 foot leaning against the open doorway to the hallway. "Yes, I am totally Lea and you Tad are just in time!"
"In time for what" asked my hero to be? "To please, please, please help me install that monster."
"hahahha... sure, but we just met, but if you want it now...."
"No, hahahah, the air conditioner jerk... hhahaha (blushing) I can't believe you said that. Clearly you're a jerk, but that's OK, I need the AC in the window anyway..."
"NP little Lea... lemme do what your boyfriend is obviously too busy to do" as he moved toward the ginormous AC box on the floor.
"This is a monster!" as he easily slipped the AC from the box and up to the window sill. Apparently he has decided where it should be installed. "Lea, if we use this window will it blow into your bedroom... I mean, you want it to do that, right?"
"Yes, I kinda like the weight of blankets year 'round. This is the best window. Smarrrt guy for a Boston boy."
"Like it's rocket science... you must be used to stupid men Lea..."
"What! FU..."
"I mean, sorry, OK, jokinnnnnngggggg." And we both laughed.
Two minutes later I had a humming air conditioner and a chill on my exposed tummy. I was grabbing two beers from the frig, and thanking Tad profusely.
"Is your timing always this perfect Tad, or did you get lucky this time?" enjoying my own sarcasm
"Yes, my timing is always perfect and YOU got lucky this time, brat."
"I'm a brat? You don't even know me? And furthermore, I don't know you. I'm standing here drinking beer with a guy who just barged into my life and made it colder..."
"Hmmm... you're right Lea. I do have a chilling effect on people... my ex used to say that too."
"ha, well, maybe she's hanging out with my EX on Commonwealth Ave... to my NEW and chilly place!"
"Yup, to the new apartment Lea and your 10,000 freckles!" "OK Tad, I'm down. Would u like another Stella... it's all I have."
"Yes I would but I need to do a concall with San Diego instead... I'll check back later if you don't mind, maybe around 4:00?"
"Perfect timing again... I can get this place organized and walk around the Public Garden for a while... it's hot in here but I bet it's beautiful out."
"Definitely... see you at 4:00 Lea and I'll bring beer, or wine?"
"My hero, Pinot Noir, you choose one, and maybe a bag of ice. I'll supply glasses. Generous of me, yes?"
"Very... see you at 4:00." and he exited as rapidly as he arrived... but not before i noticed his very cute butt..."
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Cocktail Hour -
I had unpacked all but 3 boxes, ran the dishwasher, soaked up sun for an hour in the Garden, and took an incredibly relaxing and warm shower in my organized, 70 degree apartment. In fact, I was chilled when my toes stepped from the shower to the bathroom tile... I may even wear jeans tonight, I thought, but I'll tolerate chilly toes 😉
Rather than pulling my hair back, I pulled out the blow dryer and spent the next 12 minutes achieving the "wild look" that at least a few guys have said they love. My hair is more kinky than curly, and it goes wild when I blow dry. No product tonight... wild look!
My bedroom was small and cool, with a queen sized brass bed dominating the floor. Beside the bed was my fav 8 x10 oriental rug which I have had since my senior year of college. The place looked really put together considering... and my white comforter looked puffy and warm on mattress. I wonder.... no, well, maybe. Stop. Move on. Well maybe he'll stay...
Five minutes later I was wearing my fav jeans. OK, they were professionally ripped, and not exactly Newberry Street chiche, but they fit my ass really well, especially with a thong, and are incredibly soft. A black cotton blouse and my fav leather anklet and.... he's here! One last toss of my hair, ensuring maximum wildness, and "Hi Tad... you dared to return. Good, I have a list of things for you to do beginning with.... hahahha... I mean Hi!"
"Hi brat... you look great" as he checked me out literally from my wild hair to my toes. "The light blue nail polish is really hot on you... it matches your eyes."
"Thank you Tad. Technically, it's royal blue, but that's OK..."
" You're right" he said with sarcasm... "I have no idea why I call you brat, when I don't even know you?"
"Yes, so judgmental. Well, since you saved me today - MY HERO - you can call me brat all night." Did I really say all night?
He smelled soapy from the shower, and his straight blond hair was still kinda wet, and combed back. He wore khaki cargo shorts, a very wrinkled, untucked white oxford, and brownish flip flops. I think his watch was a Rolex. It had a blue face anyway, and looked expensive. Probably a graduation present or something... he can't be more than 26?
"Beer or wine Lea? I'm having a Stella... it's funny we like the same beer?"
"Wine please, and here's the corkscrew" as i moved beside him at the ancient oak kitchen table. He was at least 10 inches inches taller than me.
He fumbled with the corkscrew, crooked. "Oh Tad, do you want me to do that" I whispered in pure sarcasm?
"No brat... hahahhaa... I may be nervous"
"Why? We've insulted each other enough? Why be nervous?"
"Yea Lea, but you look, you know, really cute. Earlier today you were just a neighbor, a cute neighbor for sure, but a neighbor. Tonight you're incredible...."
"Tad, you are so sweet" I said meaning every word. I leaned into him, touched his waist, and kissed him on the cheek." Without missing a que, he dropped the cork screw, placed both hands on my waist and lowered his face to mine. The kiss was long, hot and fucking amazing!
As we kissed, I slid my hands under his untucked oxford and ran my fingers up and down his sides, as he pulled me closer to his muscular body. My fingers worked around to his back, and I scratched him lightly as our kiss continued for what seemed like ten minutes. I moved my royal blue toes atop his flip flopped foot as our kiss becames kisses, and grew in intensity. My nails worked up and down his sides in light tickling motions as I felt his growing mound press against me.
He released a small giggle, then more, "hey that tickles" he said.
"Oh... does it. I'm sorry." And then we kissed more, and longer this time, as my fingers lighty tickled his waist and lower back.
Moving to the couch, he sat first and I straddled his lap facing him, with my legs to either side of his. I lifted my feet so my soles were pointing upward, resting on his bare, muscular legs. "Where did you come from... I had no idea. This is just moving day. I don't even know you. But look at us" I said.
Resting his hands on my legs, he kissed me again, and again, until i became silent. Touching his sides, we kissed again and longer as i felt his cock pressing up against my ass. I tickled his sides as we kissed, and he was definitely reacting to the stimulation. His hands slid from my legs to my upturned arches, and began to massage both of my feet as we sucked and nibbled each others tongues. Now it was my turn to get aroused. My nipples became erect and my pussy twitched as the sensory overload of having my feet touched as we kisssed was totally melting me.
"Darling" was all I could say, as i moved my mouth of his for a few seconds. "My feet... how did you know?"
"Because I love your feet" he said, as the arch massage turned to light tickles, "and you have been tickling my sides and back since I got here tonight. Why, are you ticklish Lea?"
"Yes, tickle my feet darling..... tickle me."
To be continued.............
It must have been 80 degrees in my new apartment on moving day. The movers were clearly suffereing as 3 of them hurried up and down to the lobby, via the ancient elevator, to move my eclectic furnitire and boxes into my new flat. Like the sensitive and caring girl that I am (at times) I provided lots of water and lemonade, and when finished, the offer of a cold Stella! OK, so maybe the guys would have preferred a Bud, but on this warm June day they seemed tickled to be offered any kind of beer!
Wow, in and out in 45 minutes, including time to assemble my bed, with the creaky old brass headboard. OK, trust me, it is creaky. I have proof, and at least a few guys around Boston would agree with that assessment, but that's another set of stories, and for another day.
Movers gone, furniture semi-arranged, and about 12 boxes left to unpack. And it's only 11:00AM... I can be lying on lawn in the Public Garden by 2:00! Yes, an incentive. My curly red hair pulled back in a pony, I began to worry about the heat. It's just 11:00 and already 81 degrees in here... think i chose the wrong side of the building. Even with the oversized windows open, it was way too warm to concentrate. Looking down I noticed my monster air conditioner, that had cooled my last two apartments. Why hadn't I asked the movers to put it in the window for me? For a second beer, they probably would have painted the place.... but now I'm scre..."Hi, welcome" said a male voice from behind me. "I'm Tad from 509... are you Lea?"
I turned quickly, a bit surprised but not frightened, to see a very cute blond guy about 6 foot leaning against the open doorway to the hallway. "Yes, I am totally Lea and you Tad are just in time!"
"In time for what" asked my hero to be? "To please, please, please help me install that monster."
"hahahha... sure, but we just met, but if you want it now...."
"No, hahahah, the air conditioner jerk... hhahaha (blushing) I can't believe you said that. Clearly you're a jerk, but that's OK, I need the AC in the window anyway..."
"NP little Lea... lemme do what your boyfriend is obviously too busy to do" as he moved toward the ginormous AC box on the floor.
"This is a monster!" as he easily slipped the AC from the box and up to the window sill. Apparently he has decided where it should be installed. "Lea, if we use this window will it blow into your bedroom... I mean, you want it to do that, right?"
"Yes, I kinda like the weight of blankets year 'round. This is the best window. Smarrrt guy for a Boston boy."
"Like it's rocket science... you must be used to stupid men Lea..."
"What! FU..."
"I mean, sorry, OK, jokinnnnnngggggg." And we both laughed.
Two minutes later I had a humming air conditioner and a chill on my exposed tummy. I was grabbing two beers from the frig, and thanking Tad profusely.
"Is your timing always this perfect Tad, or did you get lucky this time?" enjoying my own sarcasm
"Yes, my timing is always perfect and YOU got lucky this time, brat."
"I'm a brat? You don't even know me? And furthermore, I don't know you. I'm standing here drinking beer with a guy who just barged into my life and made it colder..."
"Hmmm... you're right Lea. I do have a chilling effect on people... my ex used to say that too."
"ha, well, maybe she's hanging out with my EX on Commonwealth Ave... to my NEW and chilly place!"
"Yup, to the new apartment Lea and your 10,000 freckles!" "OK Tad, I'm down. Would u like another Stella... it's all I have."
"Yes I would but I need to do a concall with San Diego instead... I'll check back later if you don't mind, maybe around 4:00?"
"Perfect timing again... I can get this place organized and walk around the Public Garden for a while... it's hot in here but I bet it's beautiful out."
"Definitely... see you at 4:00 Lea and I'll bring beer, or wine?"
"My hero, Pinot Noir, you choose one, and maybe a bag of ice. I'll supply glasses. Generous of me, yes?"
"Very... see you at 4:00." and he exited as rapidly as he arrived... but not before i noticed his very cute butt..."
---------------------------------------------------
Cocktail Hour -
I had unpacked all but 3 boxes, ran the dishwasher, soaked up sun for an hour in the Garden, and took an incredibly relaxing and warm shower in my organized, 70 degree apartment. In fact, I was chilled when my toes stepped from the shower to the bathroom tile... I may even wear jeans tonight, I thought, but I'll tolerate chilly toes 😉
Rather than pulling my hair back, I pulled out the blow dryer and spent the next 12 minutes achieving the "wild look" that at least a few guys have said they love. My hair is more kinky than curly, and it goes wild when I blow dry. No product tonight... wild look!
My bedroom was small and cool, with a queen sized brass bed dominating the floor. Beside the bed was my fav 8 x10 oriental rug which I have had since my senior year of college. The place looked really put together considering... and my white comforter looked puffy and warm on mattress. I wonder.... no, well, maybe. Stop. Move on. Well maybe he'll stay...
Five minutes later I was wearing my fav jeans. OK, they were professionally ripped, and not exactly Newberry Street chiche, but they fit my ass really well, especially with a thong, and are incredibly soft. A black cotton blouse and my fav leather anklet and.... he's here! One last toss of my hair, ensuring maximum wildness, and "Hi Tad... you dared to return. Good, I have a list of things for you to do beginning with.... hahahha... I mean Hi!"
"Hi brat... you look great" as he checked me out literally from my wild hair to my toes. "The light blue nail polish is really hot on you... it matches your eyes."
"Thank you Tad. Technically, it's royal blue, but that's OK..."
" You're right" he said with sarcasm... "I have no idea why I call you brat, when I don't even know you?"
"Yes, so judgmental. Well, since you saved me today - MY HERO - you can call me brat all night." Did I really say all night?
He smelled soapy from the shower, and his straight blond hair was still kinda wet, and combed back. He wore khaki cargo shorts, a very wrinkled, untucked white oxford, and brownish flip flops. I think his watch was a Rolex. It had a blue face anyway, and looked expensive. Probably a graduation present or something... he can't be more than 26?
"Beer or wine Lea? I'm having a Stella... it's funny we like the same beer?"
"Wine please, and here's the corkscrew" as i moved beside him at the ancient oak kitchen table. He was at least 10 inches inches taller than me.
He fumbled with the corkscrew, crooked. "Oh Tad, do you want me to do that" I whispered in pure sarcasm?
"No brat... hahahhaa... I may be nervous"
"Why? We've insulted each other enough? Why be nervous?"
"Yea Lea, but you look, you know, really cute. Earlier today you were just a neighbor, a cute neighbor for sure, but a neighbor. Tonight you're incredible...."
"Tad, you are so sweet" I said meaning every word. I leaned into him, touched his waist, and kissed him on the cheek." Without missing a que, he dropped the cork screw, placed both hands on my waist and lowered his face to mine. The kiss was long, hot and fucking amazing!
As we kissed, I slid my hands under his untucked oxford and ran my fingers up and down his sides, as he pulled me closer to his muscular body. My fingers worked around to his back, and I scratched him lightly as our kiss continued for what seemed like ten minutes. I moved my royal blue toes atop his flip flopped foot as our kiss becames kisses, and grew in intensity. My nails worked up and down his sides in light tickling motions as I felt his growing mound press against me.
He released a small giggle, then more, "hey that tickles" he said.
"Oh... does it. I'm sorry." And then we kissed more, and longer this time, as my fingers lighty tickled his waist and lower back.
Moving to the couch, he sat first and I straddled his lap facing him, with my legs to either side of his. I lifted my feet so my soles were pointing upward, resting on his bare, muscular legs. "Where did you come from... I had no idea. This is just moving day. I don't even know you. But look at us" I said.
Resting his hands on my legs, he kissed me again, and again, until i became silent. Touching his sides, we kissed again and longer as i felt his cock pressing up against my ass. I tickled his sides as we kissed, and he was definitely reacting to the stimulation. His hands slid from my legs to my upturned arches, and began to massage both of my feet as we sucked and nibbled each others tongues. Now it was my turn to get aroused. My nipples became erect and my pussy twitched as the sensory overload of having my feet touched as we kisssed was totally melting me.
"Darling" was all I could say, as i moved my mouth of his for a few seconds. "My feet... how did you know?"
"Because I love your feet" he said, as the arch massage turned to light tickles, "and you have been tickling my sides and back since I got here tonight. Why, are you ticklish Lea?"
"Yes, tickle my feet darling..... tickle me."
To be continued.............
