New Neighbor (closed for one woman)

dragonrazor

Boobies...BOOBIES....
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Jack Severin stretched, then started helping his friends move his stuff into his new apartment. The apartment was huge, and he hadn't met the neighbor yet, but it would prove to be interesting. The apartment building was small. Two large apartments on each floor. His apartment was on the second floor, so they had to take everything up the stairs. Several long hours and a lot of painkillers later, they had everything inside the apartment. Jack sat quietly on his couch, resting, while his friends took off for their places. He sighed, then started to close his eyes, when there was a knock on the door. He stood up slowly, groaning, and walked over to the door, opening it. Before him stood a gorgeous woman with dark hair, big breasts, and an outfit that screamed sexgoddess. He raised an eyebrow, looking the woman up and down, then started to speak. "Who are you?"

She giggled, then handed him a plate of cookies. "Welcome to the building, handsome. I'm your neighbor on this floor." She looked him up and down in return, having to resist the urge to do something about the sudden arousal she had at his looks.

OOC: this is the woman:
http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f21/ravenofangelfire/TheSexyGirlNextDoor.jpg

and this is my character:
http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f21/ravenofangelfire/973908685_l.jpg
 
Magdeline

She worked from home, the joys of being a writer. Though most of the day she'd been distracted by the noise of a new guy moving in. She'd taken a moment to peak out the window and enjoy the view of a bunch of sweating half naked guys moving boxes. She briefly wondered which one was going to be her neighbor.

Magdeline was not your typical writer, her column was about sex and relationships. Which is why on this lovely day she was wearing a barely there top, a fine strand of black glass beads drapped over her full breasts. She liked the way they felt when they slide across her tits, which at the moment were pretty damn hard. She was wearing a wrap around skirt, that covered her legs yet allowed her to touch herself when she wanted.

Magedeline had just gotten a Brazilian wax the other day and she had been feeling particularly horny of late. Not that she had any trouble getting laid, but she was a quality over quantity gal. She craved an imaginative lover who could go the distance. She suddenly craved something sweet and opted to pop some cookies in the oven. When the buzzer went off, she suddenly felt bad about having to eat them all herself, and as the drone of movers had ceased, opted to see which one of the hot guys was her neighbor.

She was wearing black strappy high heels, mainly because she was petite and liked feeling tall. He was definetly gorgeous, all sweaty, and clad in just his undershorts. Magdeline suddenly realized how she must look and licked her lips. She was tempted to make a smart comment about the aphrodisiac properties of chocalate, but said, "Hungry?"
 
Jack blinked, then nodded. He stepped away from the door, letting her in, doing his best not to stare. It was a really hot day out, so he had been sweating profusely. It had been a lot of work, and he was resting in his air conditioning. "Come on in. I'm still unpacking. Actually, I was resting on the couch when you rang. Sorry about being in my shorts, I was basking in the cool air."

He poured two glasses of milk, and set them down on the coffee table, sitting back down on the couch. He was tempted to grab some pants, but he doubted she would approve of that. "So, you're my neighbor? Jack Severin, nice to meet you."
 
Magdeline

She leaned over to put the plate down on table, enjoying the feel as the beads swung out and then back, a cool stinging slap as the strands resumed their place atop her breasts. The shirt was practically translucent as it was stretched across her full breasts. He was hot, and eveidentally had some restraint, considering he hadn't obviously ogled her yet.

"Magdeline," she wondered if he'd make a joke on her name as she continued. "Living alone?" she found a place to sit and casually crossed her legs, enjoying the feel of her smooth legs rubbing against each other. She wondered why she'd bothered to put on black lace panties to come over. It had seemed necessary, but now it seemed like another nuisance.
 
Jack raised an eyebrow, watching her, then shrugged. "An interesting name. German, isn't it? Yeah, I live alone. The pain of being single. I have my cat though. And she seems to like you." He pointed to the cat sitting behind her on the back of the couch. "So, do you always bake cookies for your neighbors?"
 
"Not always, I'm not exactly a domestic goddess, but if I gave into my sweet tooth I'd have an enormous ass." She lifted a hand to the cat, letting it sniff her out before scratching behind the ears and chin. She liked cats, and had lost her beloved Ambrosia almost a year ago and hadn't gotten around to selecting a new pet just yet. "Then I'd have to buy a whole new wardrobe," she joked, selecting a cookie biting into the still warm chocalate chips that left traces on her lips as she raised the chilled glass of milk to her lips.
 
Jack watched her, approving of Sasha's reaction. He bit into a cookie, loving how moist and chewy it was. He washed it down with some milk, and then smiled, reaching out to pet Sasha. "You like her, huh, Sasha?" He smiled, looking at her. "She's a good judge of character. So, what's up with that outfit? Not what I'd expect someone to go out in."
 
"Yeah, I probably wouldn't wear this out. There's only so much groping and ogling a woman can take. It's inspirational, I'm currently writing a column about how clothing can set the mood for seduction." She licked her lips, removing the remaining chocalate and traces of milk. "She's beautiful, breed?" she casually asked watching how he interacted with his pet. You could tell a lot about a guy by how he deals with animals.
 
Jack grinned, listening to her explanation, still scratching Sasha behind the ears. "Egyptian Mau. She was expensive, but worth every penny. She's affectionate too. She doesn't usually react to women this way though. She's a jealous one sometimes." He smiled, then picked Sasha up and carried her to the kitchen. He set her on the table, and then filled a bowl with catfood for her. "So, you're a columnist?"
 
"Yep, think Sex and the City, without the smoking, New York, or partying." She smiled, she recalled the Egyptian Mau was quite rare, the only other one she'd seen had been in the film Catwoman. "But I do have to be careful about referencing real life. My friends do occasionally read my stuff."
 
Jack laughed. "Yeah, that sounds like it might be a problem. So, what does one do in this neighborhood for fun? I've never had neighbors before. I used to live in the country with my family."
 
"I'm kind of a cultural junkie. I tend towards the local music scene, and am fairly well known at most of the art galleries. There are a few really great bars and wineries around as well. Of course I tend to go at off hours, I don't exactly fit in with the drinking crowd."

She continued eating her cookie and dirnking milk, occasionally licking off the milk from her upper lip. "Family?" she asked back.
 
Jack nodded slowly, finishing off a cookie. "My family runs a farm. Technically, my father runs the farm. My mother lives here in the city where she works as a lawyer. I used to visit on occasion, now I've moved here. I could use new friends. I mean, I have plenty of friends in the city, but it's always nice to have new ones. So, are you married, divorced, single?"
 
"Do I look married?" she said with a wry grin as she displayed her ringless fingers, "Not divorced, I'm a little too jaded to walk down the aisle. It's tainted a few relationships aloing the way." She tried not to let those emotions remain too long upon her face. "So I suppose that leaves me as single, which is a horrible word. Can we require married people to call themselves doubles?"
 
Jack laughed again, then sat back on the couch. This woman was interesting. Far more so than he had expected. "So, what do you want to do now?" He looked her up and down, judging her.
 
"I should probably let you get back to what you were doing." She slowly stood, stretching her back, rubbing her lower back. "You probably need to clean up and all that stuff. You want to have dinner? I'm guessing you probably don't have much in your kitchen, or if you do it's not unpacked."
 
Jack laughed. He hadn't thought of buying food yet. "Yeah, dinner would be great. I should have most of this stuff unpacked in a couple of hours."
 
"Any allergies, or dislikes I should be aware of?" she was considering how much work she could get done in those precious hours, she was rather motivated and inspired about her current column.
 
Jack smiled. "Just mushrooms and sulfates." He stretched, then started unpacking boxes in the living room.
 
She returned to her appartment and spent time typing out her column, the words seemed to fly from her fingers. Once done she stretched, letting her back pop in protest from sitting hunched over her keyboard. She decided it was probably a good idea to change her clothes and slipped out of her indecent top, put on one of her black bras, enjoying the feel of the soft satiny material cupping her full breasts. She kept the skirt on and her panties, and pulled on a simple t-shirt that fit rather snugly.

Magdeline had popped something in the oven earlier and now it smelled fantastic. She slipped on a pair of shoes before entering the kitchen and gathering everything she wanted. Glasses, plates, and etc, a bottle of wine, along with the decadent smelling dish. She carefully balanced the tray as she crossed the hallway yet again.
 
Jack finally finished unpacking, and then nodded to himself. He smiled as he surveyed the apartment, which looked much better to him now that he had it decorated and covered with his favorite things. On the wall hung a collection of swords and other bladed weapons, mostly in sheaths. Then he quickly showered, and changed into a clean outfit. He wore a pair of boxers with dragons on them, a black pair of jeans, and an emerald Tshirt. Then he put on his watch, and looked at the time. Realizing he was a little late, he headed for the door, pocketing his keys and then locking it behind him. He knocked on her door, and then waited.
 
She set everything down on a cleared off table, upon hearing the knock on the door. She hadn't expected him to come over, but at least her place was clean enough for two to eat. She ran her fingers through her hair one last time before opening the door. "How's everything going?"
 
Jack smiled, then stretched slightly. "Everything's unpacked. Something smells good, what is that?" He stepped inside, looking around. He took slight notice of the fact that the woman looked very good.
 
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