"My name is Sarah. I'm married also. We've been living here for six months now. We're both teachers at the local high school. What about you? Do you work?"

"No, I'm just a housewife," she answered. "Roger, that's my husband, is a manager at the First Union Bank." She loaded her clothes into the washer as she talked.

"That sounds interesting," said Sarah as she took her clothes out of the dryer and loaded them into a basket. "Look, I'm having friends over for dinner tomorrow night. Why don't you and Roger join us? It would give you a chance to meet new people in the building."

"Sure I'd love to," said Jenny.

"Great, come over about seven o'clock. We live in number twelve-oh-one." She picked up her basket of clothes and walked back to her apartment.

Jenny watched as the small, red-haired woman walked away and found herself admiring the woman's ass and legs. She seemed like a nice person, but there appeared to be something mysterious about her, Jenny thought. She turned on the washer and walked away, unable to put Sarah out of her mind.

She decided to go down to the rental office and talk to the manager before returning to her own apartment. There was a faucet leaking in her bathroom that was driving her crazy, and she wanted it fixed as soon as possible.

She stepped in the elevator and pressed the button labeled "lobby". There were two teenaged boys on the elevator and Jenny could see their eyes widen at the sight of her.

"Wow, what a piece of ass!" one said to the other.

"Look at those tits and that ass!" the other said.

Jenny smiled at the boys heckling and decided to tease them a little. Remembering that she wasn't wearing any panties, she deliberately bent over and pretended to wipe a smear from one of her shoes.

This movement caused her skirt to rise up over her bare ass, exposing all her female charms to the boys' eyes. They stood staring at her big, shapely ass, her hairy cunt lips, and her delicious thighs.