Before you can even open your mouth, she’s bending over to pick them up for you. Oh god oh god… Where are your keys? You spot them not far from Olga’s feet. You feel another throb pulse through your cock, and a small trickle of precum oozes out into your light-grey gym-shorts. Something about her laughter is turning you on even more. “Oh my…” She laughs, “I’m surprised you have enough blood free to manage a blush…” To make matters worse, now you’re standing in the hallway cupping your crotch like an idiot. Finally a cute girl moves in next door and you embarrass yourself by popping a massive boner in front of her the second you meet. You immediately cup your hands to your crotch, trying to cover up the erection, shuddering and biting back a moan as the contact sends a pulse of pleasure through you. You follow her gaze down your body, and realise your fantasies have brought you to a full, raging, and very obvious, erection. “There, it won’t get lost now-…” She glances back at you, her eyes flickering down your body to your crotch. Your cock begins to throb in your shorts as you watch her fumble to put her new key on her own keyring. Images of her naked and sprawled out on your bed, those same hands wrapped around your cock, flood unbidden into your mind. As she takes it her soft, warm hand brushes against yours. You find the key, slip it off your keyring, and hand it to her. Olga shifts her weight from one foot to the other as she waits. “Uh yeah, I think so…” You flip through your keyring, “Dave, the last guy, he gave it me before he, uh, left…” God, it’s been a while… “So, you have the spare key.?” You feel a slight stirring in your gym shorts at the softness of her hands, the sweet scent of her perfume, the awareness of her standing close to you. You shake it firmly, keeping your eyes fixed on her face as you see the gentle wobble of her breasts in your peripheral vision. “So uh yeah, anyway, I’m Olga.” She extends her hand. This morning you’d have settled for a chill bro moving in next door, but to get a total hottie instead… The apartment building was almost solely occupied by divorced older men and rough dudes fresh out of the prison. “Hi! Sorry to bother you, I think I’ve locked myself out, and the landlord said my neighbour probably still had the spare key…” She kept talking, but you were drifting off into your own world. You turn around, keys still dangling in your hand, to confront the strange voice, and come face-to-face with a gorgeous brunette “Excuse me!” A softly accented, feminine voice calls. You shrug and turn to unlock your door when you hear footsteps on the stairs behind you. There’s no sign of the tenant though… Maybe he’s inside. Looks like someone finally rented the empty apartment. The first thing you notice when you enter the hallway outside your apartment is the collection of boxes against the room next door.
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