It was another Sunday afternoon, and I was alone in my apartment in Los Angeles as usual. I was wearing nothing but a fairly loose-fitting pair of shorts, just lounging around.

I was staring at my second-floor window, watching the people go by, when I noticed a woman strolling by with her dog. The dog stopped to sniff around the area, and its owner looked up at me. She was quite attractive, with exceptional breasts, one of my main weaknesses. We were staring at each other when she started to lick her lips, as women tend to do when they want to get a man’s attention. Watching this, and imagining this woman’s magnificent globes against my face and between my fingers, started to give me a hard-on, and the shorts I was wearing made it very easy to see.

She started running her fingers over the pussy in her jeans, then up to her lips, where she licked them very sensually. Then she lowered her hands and ran them lightly down the cleavage of her ample tits. My cock kept growing larger and larger, and she knew she had me. I knew she knew, and almost blew my load right there, but I had better things to do with it.

Silently she mouthed, “What apartment number?” I flashed the number with my fingers. Ten minutes later the bell rang and I buzzed her in. When I opened the door she was even more attractive and sexy up close. She’d changed into a dress that accentuated her tits even more. We embraced in a long, hot, wet, tonsil-tickling kiss. I could feel her nipples getting hard, and could tell she was not wearing a bra. I think she felt that I was going to blow any minute, so she led me over to the couch, sat down, slid her soft hands down to my shorts, and helped them fall to the floor.

I slid my hands around two of the fullest pair of tits ever. Her nipples were hard and erect, just made to be enjoyed. She took my prick in her mouth. The more I caressed her tits and the harder I squeezed her nipples, the stronger she sucked. The minute she knew I was about to come she locked those talented lips around my cock and took everything I had to give her. She milked me until I didn’t have a drop left to give.

When I recovered she told me her name was Noreen, and that she had just moved in down the hall. She said she thought she was going to like living here, and thanked me for welcoming her to the neighborhood.