THE NEW TENANT

The New Tenant

The tiny ebony chick was new to my building. Most tenants fall into 3 categories: sex offender, addict or
mental case. I cross categories. I’m an addicted, sex addict and a nutcase!

I could tell she had issues. I try to avoid all but a select few people here. Just getting my mail startled her as she was doing the same. I saw a yellow trickle
run down her leg. Pussy rain.

She gasped and froze. I’m only 5ft tall. Curvy not obese. It was the beginning of fall. I hadn’t yet turned fifty. I wore an XXL t-shirt, no bra, so my huge boobs were a swinging…no panties that day.

My lucky red bandana was on my head.
It makes me look lesbo. I’m not. I do it from time to time but I still prefer dick. Id been cleaning my apartment for the upcoming yearly apartment inspection.

I thought she was trying to squeeze past me to go to the stairs when she grabbed my face and kissed me!  “Come up to my apartment and lick me ’til we are both wet.” Lucky bandana strikes again!

I live on 3 and she was on 2 in Prentice’s old apartment. He was found dead after over a week – extremely stuck to his living room carpet and they had to paint away the stench of his death.

She turned me on so bad that I would have done her on the stairs. I had been thinking about cock that AM and now I was horny for pussy. I wanted to be the lesbo that she obviously thought I was.

She’d left the door open. Her apartment looked awesome. I introduced myself. Her name was Jaz. I stripped her naked right where Prentice had died. Different carpet, though but I think he watched us.

She had no carpet. Shaved clean. A Puffy pussy that I tasted and fingered while she did the same. “I can shave you if you want?” Maybe, I answered, lying. Feel like a pre-teen girl? Never again!

“Can we go in on the bed?” Jaz gasped.  My face was dripping as she gushed pussy juices. She told me it WAS my red bandana that got her juices flowing!  
It always is my lucky bandana.