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the screen before I entered her apartment. The gentle rustle of the metal mesh echoed down the hall. I stepped inside and walked down the clean wood floored hall. As I entered the main room I was met by a vision of sheer beauty.  This tall red headed goddess stood before me, leaning slightly against the doorframe to her kitchen, her tousled hair cascading over her firm ample breasts. The red seemed more vivid as it lay against her pale alabaster skin. My eyes drank in the sight before me, travelling down her body to where her hand gripped a kitchen towel across her lower body, hiding what I could only imagine to be an area of equal beauty.
     
    Her face flushed to a bright pink, all highlighted by her mass of freckles. Then she spoke, “What ‘bout ye?” all I could do was stand there looking like a total idiot. I had no clue what she had just said. I took a seat on the sofa as she scurried out of the room.
     
    Looking around the room I took in her girly environment, the walls were a very pale blush shade, pictures of her life back in Belfast hung in pale wood frames. The wood flooring wore its crown of pale cream rug. The sofa was a deep pink, with cream throws and scatter cushions.
     
    I shook myself out of my daydream and headed down the hall, reaching her door I tapped twice with my knuckles. I heard her slightly shrill voice that ended its sentence on a high note. Opening the door I found the room empty, glancing around I saw her king size bed, with deep pink comforter and pillows, I strolled across the room and made myself comfortable. Moving the pillows to support myself, I lay back and gazed into the open closet, drinking in her creamy ass as it swayed with her moves. Its taut but ample curve made my cock twitch in pants. I moved my hips slightly and adjusted the way my jeans were lay,
     
    I still felt uncomfortable with how my cock was behaving, its hard bulge threatening to burst the stitches that held the zipper in place. Running my left hand over my groin, stifling the moan threatening to escape my mouth. I tugged at the zipper slightly to release the tightness, my hardness growing more as it felt its freedom.
     
    On opening my eyes I realised, Roisin was looking right at me, a look of need and want in her eyes. She was holding what looked like a pastel coloured dress across her arm, with a matching lingerie set held in the other hand, still totally naked. Raising an eyebrow I greeted her with a large smile, knowing my perfectly white teeth never failed to get a response.  Inside my heart leapt as she took a gasp of breath. I had no intentions of this happening when I arrived, I just wanted to know her better, to sit and talk, know her likes and dislikes. She was different to the others; something about her drew me in. I didn’t want casual I wanted no I needed to know all of her.
     
    ROISIN
     
    “Made yourself comfy I see” trying to hide my embarrassment at still being totally naked, I took a step back into my closet and quickly got myself dressed.  Shaking my head confidently I head into my bedroom, my red curls framing my face, green eyes sparkling. Please let him be lay in that same spot, I hadn’t missed the fact his zipper was undone on his jeans neither. Hell you would have to be totally blind to miss it. From the size of his bulge he packs a more than average sized cock. Glancing across to my bed my stomach sinks as I see he has gone. One last look in the mirror a quick pinch of each cheek a slick of gloss across my lips and yes I am happy.
     
    “Would you like a beer Trey?”
     
    “I really shouldn’t, I am thinking the best thing to do is to maybe put a lid on today and head on home. I shouldn’t have entered your room like that and what you saw was far beyond what my job calls for” he had his head resting in his hands, shaking it gently.
     
    “Hey don’t be so hard on yourself, I really should have been more prepared when I took my shower, you wouldn’t have had to see me in