Chapter 1

Each day when returning home, I marvel at the myriad of people in this neighborhood. They come from all walks of life, Latinos, Blacks, Mexican, Asians, Portuguese, and everything in between, and of course, a very few whites. I am one of the latter. The reasons I chose to live in this area is the cosmopolitan atmosphere and my love for the women of the various races. Their beautiful complexions have always commanded my interest and wonderment; besides, it is close to my work.

The apartment building is a three-story walk up, mine is on the top floor. It is a very old structure, loaded with character, high ceilings and tall narrow windows. My choice of this building was for one reason, it is spotless. My Portuguese landlady is forever cleaning. The halls are bright, all the lights work and the maintenance is top rate. There are four apartments on each floor. Mine faces the street and I spend many relaxing hours looking out the window enjoying the view of my neighbors, especially the women, the younger the better.

My name is Leigh Rockton; at thirty nine and still single, I am very comfortable with my life. The apartment is only four blocks from the plant so I use a bicycle; it saves time, money and keeps me in shape, not to mention that I avoid all the traffic hassles, especially coming home. The streets are narrow in this section of the city and traffic congestion from all the neighboring plants last up to three hours. On my bike, I am home in five minutes. My vehicle is stored in a garage behind the building ready for use, usually for a trip to the grocery store.

Three months ago a young black family consisting of what I assume is mother and daughter moved into the apartment beside mine; I watched them move in, but never really got a good look at them. If there is a male of the family, he has yet to reveal himself.

Lately the noise of items hitting our shared wall has become disturbing. Sometimes it sounds like a war with the shouting and the other noises. It is getting to the point of my complaining to the landlady or visiting my neighbor to request they keep the noise down to a dull roar.

My job as a shift supervisor at the parts plant requires that I be alert and on my toes at all the times to make sure we meet our production targets. It also means a nice quarterly bonus if it happens under budget. Fortunately, I haven't missed one in five years. To keep bright and bushy tailed, I need my sleep.

It is spring. Usually when I arrive at the apartment after my shift, I enjoy a shower and then a meal. With soft music playing in the background it gives me time to unwind; this is my thinking time as well as I pursue my favorite vocation of girl watching. Any problems at the plant are usually resolved in this time. Peace and quiet have that effect on me, allowing my mind to run the scenarios that usually allow me to come to a resolution. However, that is not to be today! There is a war going on next door and it is reaching new peaks. The items hitting the wall have so much force it is rattling my dishes. Pissed off, I slip into my slacks and charge out of my apartment and hammer on the neighbor's door.

Waiting, I can hear shouting and screaming. Finally the sounds cease and the sound of footsteps coming towards the door has me waiting to state my case. When the door opens, I am tongue-tied. The woman before me is beautiful, dressed in an open robe displaying her white bra and matching V-string. Tongue-tied, I just stare, her breasts are large and full, her nipples very evident in her bra, Janet Jackson has nothing on her and no nipple rings. Her pubes are molded in the V-string; long black hairs escape the edges. She is a black Venus.

"What do you want?"

Her harsh voice brings me back to the reason I am at her door.

"I live next door. I don't know what the hell is going on here, but the noise is so loud, it disturbs the hell out of me. Do you think you can tone it down?"

"I am sorry to disturb you, but it is my daughter, I have little control over her. She has these tantrums and starts throwing anything she can get her hands on. What misses me hits the wall. I don't know what to do?"

Tears start to flow, touching my Achilles heel; the one thing that really gets to me is a woman in tears. She is looking down, giving me another chance to stare at her beautiful body. Her tummy looks so soft and inviting. Her belly button is large and deep. Everything about her is attractive. Her full lips are screaming at me to be kissed, her neck is long and smooth. What I want to do is hold her. Like I said, her beautiful, dark chocolate complexion has me nearly tongue-tied.

"My name is Leigh Rockton."

At this point, I have nothing else to say. Her scent flows out the door.

"Won't you come in, Mr. Rockton? I'm Annisa Graves."

She stands aside as I enter the apartment. The floor is covered with the missiles from the recent throwing match with her daughter.

"Please excuse the mess. My daughter, Danielle, just had another tizzy fit."

She leans over to pick up some of the items giving me a view of her breasts as they fall loose of the bra. Her nipples are large and long. Her complexion is the darkest chocolate I have seen; it seems to have a distinct sheen. My desire for a confrontation with my neighbor quickly changes to a desire to get to know her much better. She offers me a seat on the sofa, where she joins me.

There is a noise off to the left, looking in that direction is another shock. Before me in a doorway is a very bare provocative black ass, exposing a young pussy and tightly puckered beautiful asshole. The pussy is spread enough to give me a view of a very moist pink interior framed by a matt of thick dark brown curly hair. Her daughter Danielle is flashing us. Then she stands up not bothering to look my way, slamming the door shut.

"Mr. Rockton, I am so embarrassed. This is what I have to put up with most days; fortunately, she doesn't do this at school. It is like she is punishing me for losing her father."

Again the tears start, her body shudders as she sobs. I move over to comfort her; she looks at me and then puts her head into the nape of my neck. Finally she stops crying, but doesn't move. There is no controlling my hardon. Annisa's hair is rubbing my chin, leaning over I am able to subtly bury my face in it. The scent of her shampoo just re-enforces the rigidity of my hardon. She moves and pulls away.

"I am sorry about that, but I needed a shoulder to cry on. It is so hard trying to raise Danielle on my own."

Her breathing is heavy as she tries to control the sobs. Her breasts rise and fall. She is really a knockout. I wonder about what kind of male would abandon her. Watching her, she closes her eyes and snuggles into me again.

"Thank you for being here Leigh, it is so nice to have someone hold me again."

Holding her is not a chore, she is soft, and her skin flawless and she smells so good. Under different circumstances, I would be putting the make on her. Just looking at all her assets has me panting. Slowly my hand caresses her back. How I would love to guide her over to my apartment and into my king sized bed.

"I am glad to help. How long have you been alone?"

"My husband was killed in an auto accident three years ago when Danielle was eight. He doted on her and Danielle adored her father. They were inseparable. She took it very hard and really hasn't been the same since. She is seeing a psychiatrist weekly, but it doesn't seem to be helping."

"I didn't realize what problems you were facing when I knocked on your door."

"I would have done the same. I really try to reason with Danielle, but sometimes she just goes off the deep end."

"If there is anything I can do please don't hesitate to call me. If you have a paper and pencil I will give you my number."

Annisa stands and her robe opens fully. She doesn't seem concerned about the show she is giving me. Her hips are flared just enough to make everything about her so desirable. Her V-string is a like a magnet to my eyes. Escorting me to the door she takes my hand and squeezes it. I don't know if that is a sign.

Over the next three weeks I make an effort to watch out for her, on the street, on the staircase, everywhere. Twice she makes an appearance coming back into the building dressed as if she is returning from a job. I assume her daughter is at school.

The noise from her apartment seems to have quieted down, or maybe since I know what Annisa is facing my subconscious accepts it. Each night I hope that she will call, but so far nothing.

It has been over a month since we talked. Coming home one evening, I am following a young girl on the street. She is wearing a school uniform consisting of a skirt, white blouse and blazer. The skirt is very short showing off a pair of very shapely, dark chocolate hued legs. The skirt swishes from side to side indicating there are interesting hips concealed beneath the skirt. Is it Annisa's daughter, Danielle? I have seen her ass and her pussy, but never her face. When she turns into my building, my equilibrium starts to get shaky. Slowly following this mystery in front of me I have an exciting view of her red thong buried in her ass crack as we climb the stairs. This close her scent is very evident. I follow her to the third floor and watch her go to Annisa's apartment. She turns and looks at me, eye to eye. She has a face of an angel, maybe a bit misguided, but an angel none-the-less. She doesn't say anything; she just opens the door and quickly disappears.

Shaken, I enter my apartment. Danielle is a very provocative young preteen. Children have never been of interest to me before, however, Danielle is the embodiment of everything I hold dear when looking at a woman. She has a dark complexion, she is beautiful, and she is exotic. How stupid can I be? She's only eleven.

Friday turns out to be a day from hell. Murphy's Law kicks in. At the end of my shift I drag my ass to my bike and head home. Two days of rest will be appreciated. A hot shower helps take the tension of the day away. A TV dinner is on the menu and some television before I turn in. But that was not to be. In the middle of the program the first missile hits the adjoining wall, follow by several others. The voices of both can be heard, but they are not discernable. A door slams and then some is knocking at my door.

Slipping on my robe and opening the door, Annisa greets me.

"I am at my wits end, Leigh. I don't know what to do?"

She is dressed in a one-piece red nighty that ends just below her crotch. Her large nipples are obvious; however, that is the furthest from her mind. Her body is trembling.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I really don't know. Nothing I have attempted has worked."

"Do you want me to talk to her?"

"Oh, would you? Maybe a man can get through to her."

Feeling foolish in my robe, I proceed to knock on the door.

"Danielle, it is Leigh, your next door neighbor, I am coming in so don't bean me with an ashtray."

Slowly opening the door, I peer in looking for Danielle, alert for anything whistling through the air. All is quiet on the battlefront. Slipping in and then closing the door, I spot Danielle watching me. Her eyes are ablaze with fire. She, like her mother, must have been preparing for bed as she is dressed in a white two-piece baby doll type of nighty. For one so young, she is well endowed, must be her mother's genes. The top barely covers her budding breasts; the bottom hasn't got much more material than a small handkerchief. By the look on her face, she realizes the power she has over men.

"What do you want? Where is mom?"

"Your mom is in my apartment, I am here hopefully to help. I thought maybe you would like a man to talk to, your mom said you were very close to your dad."

"You can't replace my daddy."

"That never crossed my mind; I am certainly not the daddy material for anyone. Hell, I have never been married. No woman in her right mind would ever marry me."

That gets me a grin, some of her hostility is ebbing away. Danielle's legs are flawless, her tummy, like her mom's, is flat and sporting a very large and deep belly button. Even in her current state of mind, she strikes me as beautiful; her hair is pulled to the back of her head in a haphazard ponytail. Her face is beautiful, with full moist lips. Her eyes are shining and full of fire. The skimpy bottoms do not cover the obvious mat of pubic hair that has escaped. An old soldier is stirring.

"You don't have a girl friend?"

"Not at the present, the last one left me for a seventy year old man; he had money."

This time I get a giggle. The hostility is eroding quickly. She moves towards me and sits on the arm of a stuffed chair. The strain it puts on her nighty bottoms gives me a view of very distinct love lips, and I am sure the protrusion in between them is a very interesting set of minor labia. My throat is getting dry as I try to control my zeal and concentrate on why I am here.

"Danielle, my goal is to help if I can. If you want to talk anytime, please just knock on my door. Your mom loves you very much and wants you to be happy."

"I know she does and I love her, but sometimes I get so frustrated! It never happened when daddy was with us. He knew how to take care of me."

Now you could read a lot into that statement. She was eight when she lost her dad, I wonder just how close they were.

"I have no doubt you enjoyed many things with your dad."

"Daddy was always there for me. He could always make me feel better if I had a bad day."

"Well, if you need someone to talk to, and you think I may be able to help, please just let me know."

"Ok, I will. Will you ask my mom to come back now? I'm feeling better and I promise not to throw anything."

"Will do; that will make us both feel better, now I can get some sleep."

Back in my apartment, Annisa has lain down on the sofa and is fast asleep. She is on her back, with one foot on the floor the other on the sofa. From this angle it is very apparent her nighty is the only thing she is wearing. My heart is pounding as I stare at the wonders before me. Annisa's pussy is exposed. Her chocolate love lips are large and puffy. Her minor labia extend a good two inches from her moist lips, a multitude of colors, from black, grayish and pink and every shade in between. Her beautiful pink clitoris extends a good inch and is as thick as my thumb; it is coated with moisture and glistens in the light. I don't want to wake her because then the beautiful sight will go away. The hardon I am sporting pushes the robe up and parts the fold, my cock head is sticking out. I know where it wants to be buried. Being a gentleman, I take one last look at her and head to the kitchen. I make enough noise to wake the dead in the pretence of making a pot of coffee. The racket should wake Annisa. When I walk into the room she is sitting up and heaven is hidden from my eyes.

"Danielle asked me to have you return to the apartment. She is feeling better now. I am going to make a pot of coffee and if you're interested, you could join me for a cup after you check on her."

"I really appreciate you talking to Danielle, it may help. I hope she realizes that we are all on her side."

Annisa stands, straightening out her nighty and leaves. The sight of her nether lips and minor labia has me shaking. Her clitoris is the largest I have ever seen. Of course, I wonder if she passed that gene on to her daughter. After pouring myself a fresh coffee, my hands shake as I bring the cup to my mouth. What an evening.

After the second cup, I am resigned to the fact Annisa is not returning. Hell, even if she did, I am sure she wouldn't spread her legs and tell me to look. But I have to admit it is a wonderful thought.

Just as the TV news is coming to an end; there is a soft knock on the door. Tying my wrap I am greeted by Annisa, she is still in her nighty; however, she has a matching robe covering most of her. She is sporting a very exciting shade of red lip-gloss and has lined her eyes with an off-white shadow; the effect has me staring. A smile sweeps her face as she watches me. Coming back to the present, I feel like a fool.

"Annisa, you took me by surprise. When you didn't come back right away I thought you had retired for the night."

"No surprise intended. It has been a long time since a man did a double take when looking at me. Thank you. Danielle just fell asleep. I can go if you are going to bed."

Going to bed is on my mind, but not alone. Moving to one side after realizing I am blocking the door, she walks by me drowning me in her scent. Hell, it is provocative, but not as provocative as the scent that could come from between her legs. She walks over to the sofa, sits and crosses her legs, showing a beautiful expanse of skin.

"Do you still have some coffee left?"

"I do, hang on for a sec; one cup coming up! What is your mix?"

"Just enough milk to color it please."

Returning with two cups of steaming coffee, I hand her one intending to sit on the sofa chair opposite her. She looks at me and pats the cushion beside her. Who am I to refuse a beautiful lady?

"I don't know what you said to Danielle, but whatever it was, don't forget it. She hasn't been this content since her dad died. She actually kissed me and told me she really loved me and was so sorry for being such a pain in the ass."

"Can't think of anything I said that would have that effect on her. I just mentioned that if she needed a male to talk to she could call on me. She did say she really missed her dad and that they were very close. I bet he doted on her."

"That he did, she wouldn't go to sleep unless her dad said good night. She didn't even want me in the room. Dan said all he did was kiss her, but she was embarrassed to have anyone watch. I thought it was so cute."

During the conversation Annisa tells me she is only twenty nine, she and Dan met at a track meet, he was a junior trainer for a cross town school, the arch rivals of her high school. She was a cheerleader and during a cheer twisted her knee. Dan rushed to her aid and from that point on pursued her continually. When she relented she did fall in love with him. She was pregnant when they married.

They had a wonderful life together; just before the accident she and Dan were talking about having another child. Fortunately, she never conceived because just taking care of Danielle is very demanding; she can't imagine how she would have coped with a baby as well. With our cups empty, Annisa moves towards me and snuggles into my arms. I pull her close, hugging her.

"I hope you don't mind Leigh, you are the first man I have been this close to since Dan. It took a long time for my feelings for him to ease, prior to this, even thinking about men who I considered dating felt like cheating."

My face is so close to her hair, her shampoo and her scent have me rock solid. My cock is pushing up on my robe; there is nothing I can do about it. I notice that her robe is open, giving me a view of the valley between her breasts. It is a dark void that I want to fall into. Of course she happens to look upwards as I am enjoying the view. Shit, the heat of my blush fills my face. She starts to laugh.