After an hour or so, we’ve begun discussing complex romances and Romeos, laughing as we share awkward moments spent fending off the advances of a certain guy on the fourth floor. Indian sex Breaking the kiss I begin to kiss my way down her body, only to have her stop me. We both fall quiet for a bit, nursing our drinks and watching the night envelop our complex. I’ve taken this evening for myself, coming home and slipping into my favorite jeans and a light sweater, letting my hair fall out of its tightly wound “business bun” and kicking back with a bottle of my favorite white, a wedge of aged cheddar and the iPod playlist that favors mid century jazz looping through the speakers on my terrace. “Problem solved, neighbor” she says, “care to share your view with me for a slice or two?” I usher her in with a smile and we make ourselves comfortable, exchanging small talk about the week and other neighbors – a very pleasant surprise for me. “Problem solved, neighbor” she says, “care to share your view with me for a slice or two?” I usher her in with a smile and we make ourselves comfortable, exchanging small talk about the week and other neighbors – a very pleasant surprise for me.
