She was so hot.  I just loved to look at her as she left her apartment.  No matter when or for what reason she look very sexy. She had the kind of body that just screamed 'fuck me'.  And that is what I wanted to do.  She was kind of short but had those perfect legs that gave the illusion of going on for ever.  She had that long, thick hair that was just perfect to nuzzle in too.  I watched her everyday, and I knew her habits.  On weekdays morning she dressed in a short dress type suit.  All stiff and business-like, the type that made men and women equal in the workplace.  Later she would come home and change for jogging.  She wore some tight sweat pants and amorphous shirt.  Because she had some huge breast she wore in of those tight jogging bras.  Every day she came back all hot and sweaty making me really horny. 

Some would say, "If you wanted her so much why don't you get her?" Well for sure I wanted to but she always seemed to have another guy. And did she go through them.  She never had one for more than a few weeks, and I wanted to be more than that.  That is why I watched and studied her for so long.  I knew her in and out including her favorite sex positions, via a telescope bought for the purpose.  As a matter of fact I finally decided that I would confront her with my love as soon as I found out one last bit of information.  I didn't know her name.  I vowed that when I got it, I would get her.

One day she did not follow the usually routine.  She went out to work did not come for her daily jog.  I saw this as an excellent chance to figure out her name.  I knew for sure that her name would be on her mail, which she usually picked up from her box before jogging.  Inconspiciously I slipped down to the mail boxes.  The apartment owner either was a trusting soul or cheap because the boxes did not have locks.  Lucky for me!  I glanced and saw no one around. I quickly popped open her box and scanned her letters.  Finally I say what I had been waiting for.  Among the letters to occupant I found one addressed to 'Miss Betsy Bryant'.  I am ready to make my move.  read the rest now...