You and I were strangers who occasionally pass by one another on the streets. After a few times, a brief smile and nod becomes our standard greeting. We never slowed down our pace or stopped.
One day it was raining heavily and I was sheltering at the doorway of your building. The rain was really coming down hard and my clothes were getting slowly soaked. You offered for me to go up to your place until the rain stops. I was hesitant, as I didn’t know you at all. A hint of desire crept through me for just a moment as you were so sexy in your suit and shirt with the top 2 buttons undone.
With trepidation I reluctantly agreed to go up to your apartment. You made small talk as we rode up the elevator. The bell dinged at your floor. I followed 2 steps behind you as we walked down the corridor.
You opened the door and stepped aside to let me enter first. I went in the doorway and walked a few steps in, arriving at your living hall. I slowly turned round to get a better look at your place, taking in the decor. The mahogany floor, huge black leather sofa in front of me, two blown up black and white photos of wildlife and seascape adorning the walls. Undeniably masculine.