It was James from across the hall. "James. What's the m...." James was standing there barefoot with only shorts and a tank top on. His newspaper was i... his hand. "I'm locked out. I went down to get the newspaper and I'm locked out. Can I use your phone to call Roger?" Roger was the building manager, a 75-year-old chain smoker who looked like he died 3 years ago but could fix just about anything. Most importantly, he had a master key to the apartments. Jessie unlatched the chain and let James. I stood to walk toward her, but felt my legs growing rubbery. What was I afraid of? I didn’t know. My ex-wife was a vision of pure lust, a slut. She was behaving like the start of my wildest fantasies. Yet I couldn’t come to terms with the fact that she looked more like Maria than like Gina. Had she become Maria? Or in fact, was Gina really Maria? Standing within a few inches of her, I watched as her fingers released the front clasp of her bra, the cups falling away and revealing the fullness. As I stood there just watching her my dick began to grow suddenly she turned the shower off and I thought I was busted but she acted like she didn't see me.When she walked out of the bathroom I was putting things away when she came over and whispered in my ear "Did you like what you saw?". I was extremely embarrassed and thought she would be upset.When I turned around to apologize to her she just smiled and opened up her towel to reveal her perky B cup tits and perfectly trimmed bush. I stood. He has to be looking close for him to realise my eye colour and the fact he knew all along that I look at him each day is embarrassing, yet for once, I don’t flush. ‘And…We’ll have less of the ‘sir’ while we’re here. I told you, I’m not a professor or anything so I don’t need to be treated as such’. ‘Okay. Sorry sir’. I tease him and laugh as his eyes widen and his smile radiates even more. He leans back in his seat and rubs his chin with his hand while he looks at me. I wonder what he’s.