A Shell of A Man

Six years ago, I was doing well enough to finally afford my dream apartment. It was a studio apartment on the upper side of town. So, I had the job, the apartment, the money... but I was lonely. Very lonely and very horny. Not only would I get all hot and bothered from looking at all of the pretty women at work, but there were also plenty of hot women who lived in my building.

Have you ever seen that show 'The Real Wives of New York?' well, that's the type of breed I had in my new building. All the women were at least 10 to 15 years older than me, all were married or recently divorced... and all were loaded.

Of course, I was always far too afraid to approach any of these women. Sure I'd get glances every now and then, sometimes I'd even smile back but I always knew nothing would come of it. I'm a wimp. I always have been and I always will be. Even though I aspire to be your typical A sexual alpha male, the truth is I'm far from that, in fact I'm quite the opposite. I'm afraid of women, attractive women in particular.

Then one fateful Thursday night, I saw her. It was love at first sight; well it was for me at least.

I was just checking my mail when she emerged from her apartment: Barbara Sheelings.

She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. She was an enticing and captivating woman in her mid forties. I was in awe. I stood there like a little boy, staring at her, admiring her beauty. She was tall, very tall, with tanned olive skin, thick jet black hair, high cheek bones, brown almond shaped eyes and a figure to die for. She knew she was 'hot stuff' giving out this aurora. She had rich red lipstick on with a short tight black evening dress showing off her impressive muscular and toned swimmers thighs.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know where to look. Whether or not I should smile at her, or whether I should even acknowledge her at all.

Just as I was about to give a friendly neighbourly wave: a tall ruggedly good looking male in his mid thirties emerged from her apartment. She clinged to his arm, looking up at him in admiration.