Making The First Move - Sex Stories

Making The First Move

The guy living in the apartment next to mine thinks that I am a damn good looking woman. I know this because he said it to another tenant who happens to be a friend of mine. He also told that person that if he had three wishes, he would spend the first one on having sex with me, and then he’d spend the last two the same way. What a guy! The guy’s name is Jerry. He’s an attractive young man, maybe a couple of years younger than me, but he had always been shy around me. So it was a surprise to me when my friend revealed what Jerry had said. I’ve had a few sexual thoughts about Jerry as well, but I had never told him or anyone else about them. If he had the nerve to make a pass at me, I was sure I’d go for it. Well, I gave it a lot more thought now that I knew about the sexy little thoughts that he was having for me. And the more I thought about it, the hornier it made me. Someone had to make the first move, and that “someone” had to be me. I had a certain plan and a certain day picked to make my move. I knocked on his door, and when he opened it, he saw me standing there in a tight pink halter top and a faded pair of daisy dukes, and no shoes on my feet. I wasn’t wearing any undies underneath to help make it easier to put the second part of my plan into motion. Jerry was obviously surprised to see me because I’ve never knocked on his door before. I watched his eyes bulge and his mouth open as he was checking out my skin. “Hi Jerry,” I said cheerfully. I was wondering if I could ...

... borrow some sugar from you.” “Uh—sure, yes, of course,” he said with a bit of a shaky voice. “How much do you need?” “Depends on how much you can give me,” I answered sexily. “What?” he asked as my innuendo sailed over his head. Repeating it a second time would have made it lose its zing, so I asked, “Can I come in?” “Sure. Absolutely. How much do you need?” he asked again as he walked into his kitchen. I decided to go with my version of “shock and awe” at that point. “Do I look like I have a cup in my hand?” I asked. When Jerry turned around to look at me, he saw me standing there holding my halter top up in my hand. He looked stunned to see my big-full-firm tits naked and exposed, my hard nipples staring up at his eyes. “See? No cup in my hand, Jerry,” I said as I took a step closer to him. “Uh…damn, Renee,” he gasped. “Am I being too forward?” I asked. “No! Shit! I mean…Damn you’ve got some nice tits!” he said, unable to get his eyes off of them. “Thanks. I thought you’d like them,” I said nonchalantly as I walked past him and into the kitchen. I turned to face him to let him get another good look at me. “Oh, I definitely do,” he said. “They’re terrific!” “I’m glad you think so,” I replied, and then I unzipped my daisy dukes, slipped them off my legs, and I poised buck-ass naked in front of him. Seeing all of this, plus the sexy sultry smile I had on my lips made his dick start to grow inside his pants. It was an encouraging sign for me. “So can you help me out?” I asked. ...