Authors: Jessa Hawke
She was watching the scenery outside, wondering what Chicago had in store for her. She was determined to leave New York and everything it meant to her for the past 10 years, which is how long she lived there.
She decided to move because nothing seemed to be going her way over there anymore. She broke up with her boyfriend and then lost her job a few months later. She then spent six months looking for a new job, but she struck out every time. Eventually, she was on the verge of being completely broke, so she had to come up with another strategy. She saw some interesting ads for jobs in Chicago on the internet, so she sent some CVs to apply.
She received a call about a week ago to have an interview scheduled later that day on Skype. She nailed the interview and the next thing she knew, she was making plans to move to Chicago. She found a surprisingly cheap apartment in a complex that looked decent enough in the photos online, so she took the necessary steps to rent it.
So here she was, after spending the better part of the last 24 hours on the train, on her way to her new life. She looked at her wrist watch and noticed the train is supposed to arrive in Chicago in less than 30 minutes.
“Finally!” she thought to herself. “I thought this trip would never end!” So she stared preparing to get off the train.
When she stepped out on the platform, she realized it was raining.
“Damnit! Just what I need right now,” she thinks.
As she got her umbrella out from her luggage, she noticed that everyone was staring at her.
“You’re probably just imagining things. You didn’t sleep at all last night,” she says to herself.
She finally found her umbrella and opened it. Unfortunately, it doesn’t cover her enormous luggage. She had expected to start being frustrated about the amount of useless things she carried with her, but apparently there was no time better than the present. Plus, there was nothing she can do to prevent all her things getting wet until she reached the subway station.
“Excuse me, sir, would you be able to tell me where the nearest subway station is? I seem to have gotten lost,” Thea asked a man walking past her.
However, the man just kept walking past her. Finally, on her third try, Thea succeeded in getting some directions. She managed to get on the right subway and get off at the right station. Now she should be only ten or fifteen minutes away from her new home.
The building where she rented her apartment was situated in the oldest part of Chicago. She was walking down the street, mesmerized by the old buildings she saw on the way. She loved the way the old buildings were sprinkled among the new ones, creating a powerful contrast, but brought out a certain elegance and charm to the whole area. The people she walked by all seemed to be in a good mood, relaxed, and wore smiles on their faces. This was so different from what she had been used to seeing in New York, where everyone was always in a hurry, frowning and worried about everything at the same time.
After walking for another few minutes, she saw the apartment complex that she would now call home. It was a big building, with at least fifteen floors, made of concrete and glass. She stood there looking at it, trying to figure out where the windows from her apartment were. She knew it was on the top floor, but that was all she was told over the phone. She tried to imagine what her life here would be like, and all she could conjure were happy images.
Eventually, Thea saw a massive door at the entrance, which was guarded. She rang the door bell, waiting for someone to let her in. After a couple of minutes of waiting, the guard finally decided to come over and open the door.
“What do you want?” he asks grumpily.
“I am the new tenant here. My name is Thea…”
“Come on in. ID please,” the guard demanded impatiently holding out his hand.
She gave him the document he asked for and watched him while he scanned her identification.
“Ok. Here is the contract. Sign here, here and here.”
Thea wanted to read the contract, at least skim it, but the guard strangely wouldn’t let her.
“Come on, you can read it later,” the guard said, pressuring her to quickly sign the contract.
“But I can’t just sign something without knowing what I’m signing for!”
“Don’t worry; no one is trying to cheat you. Just sign so I can give you the key.”
Thea noticed he was getting impatient, so she quickly signed the documents and handed them over to him, wanting to just get into her apartment already.
“This is the key for apartment 532. It’s on the fifteenth floor. The elevator is over there.” The guard casually pointed to a hallway on his left.
Thea takes the key and she wanted to thank him, but he immediately turned his back on her, returning to a crossword puzzle that seemed much more important to him than anything else in this moment.
“How rude!” she thought to herself, as she gathered all of her things and headed toward the elevator.
When she arrived to the fifteenth floor, she noticed the checkered tiles, the discreet pots with flowers arranged here and there, and the sophisticated paintings hanging on the walls. She suddenly feels like a princess entering her own castle. A contented smile emerges onto her face as she looks for her apartment.
When she found her apartment, she quickly inserted the key and heard a satisfying click as the door opened to her new home. She left her luggage at the door and started walking around the place. She fell in love immediately with the living room with its huge windows that made the room full of sunshine. She also simply adored the huge bed she found in the bedroom. It was an antique four post bed, king size, with satin sheets shining in the light that was pouring through the enormous window. The rain had cleared up outside and the sun started to beam into her apartment.
She excitedly moved on to the kitchen, surprised to find out it had all brand new stainless steel appliances. Score! The bathroom is also brand new, except for the tub, which is made of solid porcelain, with fancy taps and features. She was even more fascinated when she sees a mirrored wall on the wall opposite the tub. She already imagined herself having a nice long and hot bath in that tub, watching herself, enjoying herself. Now though, she only had time to shower quickly in order to get the dirt of the trip off her body and prepare to meet her new employer for the first time.
She started undressing, taking off her wet coat and shoes, leaving them on the tiled floor. She took off her white shirt and black skirt, leaving them on the floor as well as she approached the tub. She reached behind her back to unlatch her burgundy lace bra, freeing her luscious, milky white breasts. She untied her long black hair and turned the shower on.
Thea stepped into the shower and felt the water starting to run hot all over her body. She built up a good lather of soap and started spreading the suds over her skin, beginning with her ample breasts. She let out a slight moan as she massaged her boobs and playful tweaked her perky nipples. She had a tiny waist contrasting with her round and firm ass, which she made sure to lather up completely. She carefully moved the soap down to her long legs, making sure she didn’t miss an inch. Then she started shaving, starting with her legs, thighs, and then spent a long time on her pussy, making it look perfect.
“Too bad there is no one to look at this beautiful pussy, or anyone to touch it except me.” she thought to herself.
As she is separated her pussy lips in order to shave, she grazes her finger over her clit. She liked the feeling of her own touch, so she touched it again, applying a little pressure this time. She felt the heat building up through her body, making her breath become heavier. She sat back, making herself comfortable on the edge of the tub. The contact between her hot skin and the cold porcelain sent shivers throughout her whole body. She spread her legs wide, resting one leg on the opposite edge and the other one bent from the knee, next to her.
She leaned back against the cold blue tiles that the bathroom was decorated with. She used two fingers to open her pussy lips and looked in the mirror at herself, noticing how sexy she looked. She started rubbing her clit softly with one finger, as her other hand massaged her tit. As her breath became even heavier, she watched how her breasts move up and down in the same rhythm. She used her fingers to play with and pinch her nipples, looking at how beautiful and firm they were. Most breasts as big as hers start looking a little saggy on many women, but not hers. Thea’s tits had a lot of “personality”, were round and full but still perky, making every man (or even women sometimes) look at them with lust and envy.
She starts fondling them more, taking turns with each one, while she continued to run her fingers along her pussy crease and flick her clit. Warm juices were beginning to flow. She gazed at herself in the mirror, and realized she never really noticed how beautiful how beautiful her pussy was, with its dark lips spread to the sides, and the soft, tiny, pink patch between her clit and her hole in the middle. She starts teasing herself by making circles with her fingers around her entrance.
“Damn, it’s been so long since I felt like this that I almost forgot how good it was”, she thought to herself has her fingers continued to bring her more pleasure.
She started to use her thumb to tease her clit, and slid a finger as slow as she could inside her pussy. She watched it going in deeper, little by little. Once inside, she curls up her long finger inside herself, using those long and perfect manicured nails of hers to search for her g spot. Once she finds it, she slides another finger in. Now she is moving both fingers in and out, taking her time in picking up the pace. At the same time, she is watching as she becomes wetter, as drops of her juices flow from her pussy, sliding down, towards her ass. She never thought that looking at herself this way could be so sexy.
As the speed of her fingers increases, so does the pleasure surging through her body. She starts letting out little soft moans as she bites her lower lip. She realizes she is close to an orgasm. Her moans are growing in intensity as well as volume. Her long fingers disappear completely deep inside her faster and harder. Her thumb keeps rubbing her clit in the same rhythm that her fingers are penetrating her pussy.
She felt the intensity building and she could hold on no longer. Her whole body twitched rhythmically as each wave of orgasmic flowed through her body. She watched herself come, which only intensified the power of the orgasm. She watched her nether muscles tighten around her fingers, and saw her clit swelling and becoming harder with each stroke. The look in her eyes became a darker shade of brown from the immense pleasure.
After a deliciously long minute, which she already felt ended too soon, she started to return to the real world. She had to convince herself to continue her shower instead of starting to please herself all over again. She had important places to be.
After finishing her shower, Thea realized she forgot to bring a towel. She got out of the tub and started walking stark naked through the apartment to find a towel in one of those countless boxes she sent over the previous week. With every move she makes, her huge breasts bounce from one side to another. Since the apartment has not been lived in for a while, the heat was not turned on and she quickly started getting cold. As a consequence, her nipples started getting hard and pointy. She leaned down to open a box with her tits hanging freely and her pussy in plain view, vulnerable and inviting.
After a few tries, she managed to find herself a towel which she wrapped around her body. Of course, her nipples don’t appreciate the restraint and they tried to rip their way through the fluffy material of the towel is made while she was looking for something to wear at her meeting in a few hours.
“Hmmmm, something is missing. I wonder where my black under garments are?” She thought to herself as she looked at the pile of boxes on the floor.
She started digging again through her boxes until she found what she was looking for: a pair of black silk panties and a matching bra. She also found a black garter belt and some black stockings. Thea puts everything on and starts inspecting herself in the mirror.
She found a dark blue two-piece suit. The dark color contrasted nicely with her white skin, just like her long black hair and her dark blue eyes contrasted with her skin as well. She slowly put the waist coat and skirt on. The skirt was tight on her ass, a little above her knee. She smiled coyly as she imagined how the vision of her ass in the skirt would invite lustful glances. When she put the jacket on, it highlighted her tiny waistline and her enormous breasts. She buttoned it up, revealing a plunging neckline, leaving far less to anyone’s imagination than the skirt did.
She noticed how a hint of her bra could be seen from underneath the blazer and it made her nipples hard imagining what would go through a man’s mind at the sight of her. She admired her round ass and her long sexy legs, which seem to be endless in her three-inch stiletto heels. She knew that the high heels made her legs even longer than they were, and they also lifted her ass, making her hips move even more with every step she took.
Now the only thing left to do was put on some make-up, to complete the whole package. She decided to go for minimal, more natural make-up, as she didn’t want to overpower the gorgeous outfit she was wearing.
After about thirty more minutes, Thea was ready to walk out the door. She took one last look at her apartment, thinking it was going to take forever to finish unpacking all those boxes, and then she left. She had almost three hours to get to her interview, which meant she could also stop somewhere to have some lunch. She was hungry like a wolf and she had a good feeling about this job, so she decided she would look for a restaurant and grab a quick bite.