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The evening breeze blew warm and dry. It had been a long hot day and the cold beer in his hand felt good. Especially the part where he could sip it, and feel the coolness of the liquid as he tasted and swallowed it.

The cracker box condo he lived in was adequate, but lacked any grace or style. It was just there. Like all the others. The price you pay for dense housing, he thought. He sat back in his chaise lounge chair and surveyed the panorama before him.

His balcony faced Northwest, so he got the evening sun at an odd angle, not straight on. Being on the third floor gave him a wide view of the courtyard below him and of the building opposite his. From what he could see and hear most of the people around him were young between the ages of 25 and 30 he thought. Mere children. Either renters from absentee owners or if they were the frugal type, maybe this was their first purchase.

The courtyard and balconies during the day may hold some interesting items to view. Given the age of the occupants. He had not had the opportunity yet to sample the visual pleasures that might be had. But up until now he had a life.

Something caught his attention. Across the courtyard a window illuminated. Ah yes, it must be that time.

And for a moment he could see a silhouette in the light. Of a feminine nature. A very feminine nature. At this distance it was hard for him to make out much, but what he could see interested him. From a observational point of view he felt that this might take his attention for a slice of time.

He could see that she was doing something, repeatedly. After a moment he realized she was brushing her hair. Which appeared to be long and straight. Long lingering strokes down the length of her hair. Her shadow traced across the curtain, a specter in the fading light. Sipping his beer he turned to watch, wondering if she knew the image she was sharing with the courtyard. He glanced around and saw that he was the only person outside.

All at once the shadow and light was gone. To bad he thought, and gave consideration to going inside.

A moment or so later a vision appeared in the courtyard. A vision of long silky auburn hair, pale skin and dressed to slay all comers.

She could not have been more than 25.

She had a bust if she was not careful, it could put your eye out.

A flat tummy exposed to his appraisal.

She had legs up to her neck.

A pair of those nasty fuck-me shoes.

And a skirt that if it was any shorter - it'd been a belt.

In the back of his over tasked mind his senses registered that his beer was slowly sliding out of his hand. He was not that distracted. Getting a grip on the bottle, he raised it to his lips and in a moment of curious symmetry, caught her eye and raised the bottle in friendly acknowledgment.

Her eyes met his and for a moment she smiled as if just for him. He was dazzled.

But tried to remain calm under fire.

As she walked on he followed her with his eyes, her glutes moving beneath that shirt sleeve that passed for a skirt.

When she passed from view, he tipped up his beer. Drained it.

A man can work up a powerful thirst in the evening, he smiled to himself and went in to get a second beer.

Opening the fridge he pulled out the next victim and twisted the top off. Fitting the top between his thumb and index finger, he flipped it towards the recycle box. It floated across the room landing in the box with a reassuring "clink".

He was just about to go back to his chair when the doorbell rang.

He opened the door, revealing the most striking set of green eyes he had ever seen.

"So any more where that one came from?", she asked motioning at his beer...

"uhh, yeah sure..." , he stammered, not expecting either her or the question.

"My name is Candace, I saw you on the balcony with you cold beer, looking so inviting, so I thought I would come up and see if you were as inviting as you looked..."

"Henry - come in if you like - I'll güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri get you that beer..."

His mind reeled... He was in a state of shock, not expecting anything like this to happen - at least of all to him.

He called out from the kitchen, " Would you like a glass? "

"No bottle's fine...", came the reply.

He went to flip the bottle cap into the bin - and misfired - it bounced off his forehead and onto the floor.

* giggle *

He tossed it into the bin and brought her the bottle.

"So were you only going to worship me from afar? Yes I've seen you watching me comb my hair out..." , she tossed her head slightly, causing her auburn tresses to shimmer in the light.

"ummm, wellll I had hoped to meet you at some point, and I've seen you around the complex. But... "

"but what? You think I might not go for an older guy like you?"

"Well yes, a hot sweet number like you must have plenty of young stu-, er, guys looking to hook up."

"That's the fucking problem!" She exclaimed. " All of the guys my age are jerks!

"They only want me for one thing... Not that I mind the one thing." She grinned at him slyly.

She tipped the bottle to her lips and drank down a swallow. exposing her neck pale white neck. His eyes followed it down to the neck line of her form fitting tank top. He found it difficult to resist the draw of her soft cleavage. He found it even more difficult to maintain eye contact.

They had sat down on opposite ends of the couch.

" So what made you come up here? Certainly not some middle-aged guy drinking a beer on his balcony..."

"No it wasn't that" she replied. Drained her beer and began picking at the label.

"I wanted to talk to a guy that was interested in something else beside S