the appartment: through the back door - Sex Stories

the appartment: through the back door

After a hard day's work I didn't feel like cooking so straight from the office I went to McDonalds, got myself a supersized menu and after finishing it I got a sundae for the road. When I got home I found a note in my apartment that was put through the letterbox, which was weird because I life on the third floor and have a mailbox on the ground floor, I folded the note open and saw that it came from my neighbour below, Foziah. Foziah is a single girl of Moroccan descent, living alone, in her late twenties, slim, nice head and always dressed modern, and although she's Muslim she doesn't wear any concealing clothes or headgear which would have been a shame. The note said there was a leak in her ceiling and as I lived above her, I probably was the source. She asked me to do something about the source of the leak and come over to discuss the damages, it was nearly eight in the evening and I usually don't go round to people uninvited at this hour. So I first checked if I had any leaks, after some searching I found that my toilet tank was very slowly leaking, it would drip a drop of water only twice a minute but that water was going right into a crack, so I didn't notice it at all and Foziah probably more quickly. I put an old bowl under the leak, and told myself I'd fix it this weekend, I thought it at least necessary to go and apologize and tell her I would fix the problem. I went to the first floor and rang the doorbell, it took a while but the door finally opened and I saw a ...

... relieved smile appear on her face when she saw me, 'Hey!' she said. I asked if I was disturbing her because she looked like she was getting ready for bed or maybe even was in bed, she was wearing a white ladies tanktop (as I call them), lightgray hipster panties and big fluffy slippers, 'No! No! Come in!' she said and stepped aside to let me in. She closed the door behind me and I didn't want to stare at her body that was looking fine in the few clothes she was wearing, so I started with my apology and explanation, 'It isn't your fault' she said when I finished, 'But what about the damage in my bathroom?' she asked pointing upstairs. Foziah walked up the stairs and I followed, her beautiful butt was right in my face and the hipster accentuated her heavenly shapes but I tried not to get distracted and focus on the serious matter at hand. In the bathroom I saw the damage that the leak had caused, luckily it wasn't to much, basically just a stain in the ceiling, getting it fixed was making sure it was dry and painting the ceiling. I knew that in these circumstances you have to contact your own insurance but when I tried to explain that to her she said 'Come!' and walked to one of the other rooms. This was some sort of bed/livingroom, it was decorated like a livingroom, coffeetable, tv, some plants and knick-knacks on small furniture but instead of a couch there was a bed, it was also a lot warmer in here, no wonder she wanted to discuss it further in here instead of the cold ...