I just moved into a new place. When I was moving in, the family across the hall from my apartment introduced themselves and the dad (late 40s, slim, salt and pepper hair, great eyes) helped me move some boxes and chatted me up. I could tell right off the bat he was doing more than just being a good neighbor. He kept offering to carry boxes into the bedroom, asking if my boyfriend would be moving in too, things like that. I think he thought he was being subtle, but I could definitely tell. I returned the favor, bending over in my leggings, showing him my cleavage, wiping sweat off my chest, stripping down to a tank, the whole thing. His wife eventually got suspicious (for good reason, frankly), because she practically pulled him out of my place after all the boxes had been moved out of the truck.
See, I have daddy issues (the first one usually being that I don’t have a nice, thick daddy dick in me), so this guy across the hall was just icing on the cake of my cool new apartment. I knew I had to get a chance with him. That night, while rubbing one out, I came up with a plan.