The Terrace View Apartments Part 3

And that was not what I had in mind when I thought about a new life, a new job with new friends and a new set of sexual experiences. It was all too much for me to handle.

Here I was, standing alone in the street, carrying nothing but a letter of introduction and wearing a pair of pink silk panties under my clothing. I didn’t even have the keys to my car, and I couldn’t quite remember where I had left them.

I was loosing my nerve.

Perhaps, I thought, I’d better go back to the bar and see if I could find my keys. Perhaps, I reasoned, I’d better forget about this sexy new life and concentrate on my new job instead.

That was the smart thing to do, so I started to walk away, secure in the knowledge that I was doing the smart thing in this situation. But there was something about the apartment complex that called out to me. I wanted to put it out of my mind, but I couldn’t stop staring at the lavish towers that peaked out over the fence. And that fence—what pleasures hid behind it? I had to know. The curiosity was too much, and I ultimately gave in and decided to walk the perimeter. I just had to know what went on behind the tall fence

At the very least, the walk would calm my nerves. Not to mention that the motion from my walk felt really good as it caused my silk panties to slide wonderfully against my still-erect cock.

Returning my mind to my task, I quickly realized that the privacy fence did its job well, as I was unable to glimpse anything inside the complex. However the late-evening breeze was not so constrained, and I could smell delicious food roasting on a nearby grill. I could hear the tinkling, laughing sounds of sophisticated men and women enjoying themselves at a hidden party just a few feet beyond the border.

I smiled as I though about how nice it might be to hang out with that well-to-do crowd. I could see myself, dressed in an expensive suit, lounging about the grounds as I chatted up the most beautiful women in Houston. I would sip expensive wine served by beautiful transvestites who would drop to their knees and give me a blowjob right there at the party if I so ordered. But then the conflicting image came back as I suddenly saw myself dressed as the slutty French maid, serving wine and blowjobs to those at the party.