It wasn’t the type of morning for pants. Aya had the heat up and her striped socks pulled up to her knees. Her furry cropped sweater was enough to keep her toasty on top, but she felt oh so comfortable lounging in her cotton boxer briefs that hugged the curves of her butt. It wasn’t like when she had roommates.

Ding! Her toast popped up in greeting. She lathered it in butter before decorating it with sliced avocado and a dash of salt and pepper. She took her first bite into her mouth, savoring the mix of flavors. The toast still crispy not soggy. A satisfied moan escaped her lips. The bliss of simplicity.

She stared at the front door across the kitchen in a blissful reverie. It was bare but for a couple boxes. She enjoyed pondering about how she would make the place her own. That’s when she heard the deadbolt unlatch, watching in disbelief as the brass went from vertical to horizontal and the knob began to turn.

“What the flying fuc-!’ She thought, dropping her toast. It missed the plate by centimeters only to shatter in an explosion of crumbs. The crime scene caused anger to swell under her skin. Someone was going to answer for this. The door threatened to expose her. She made a break for it, running at it to maybe catch it before it opened, but she had too much ground to cover.

The sunlight broke into the hallway and morning light silhouetted a man holding a ring of keys attached to the door. He had a gut, dusty eyebrows and an expression of feigned horror mixed with mild surprise on his face.

“Get the fffffuck out,” was all she could muster mid sprint. She grabbed the edge of the door and swung it at him, aiming for his face.

“My baddd—” he said. The sound eclipsed by the shut of the heavy wood. He stood on the other side of the slammed door with a sly smile spread across his face. ‘Nice eyeful,’ he thought. He’d been fantasizing about the new girl for the past week. He leaned his head against the door, trying to contain a smile.

“Look, it’s me, Andre. You know, your landlord,” he spoke loud enough to breach the thickness between them, trying to get some authority across. She latched the deadbolt back into place.

“Goddammit! What gives you right!?”

“I sent you an email,” he said through the door. “Your walk through?”

“What happened to leaving a voicemail?” She paused. “You expect me to read my email?’

“Look, I’ll be out of your hair in no time. You can finish your breakfast.’ He said, leaning against the door. His smile widened as he heard her scurry about, but then he caught himself and straightened it out.  She hadn’t said another word. His ear was glued to the door when it gave way and he had to catch his balance.

“Yeah, breakfast is off the menu thanks to you scaring the living shit out of me. How’s about knocking next time?” She stood there with one hand on her hip. “It’s called consent. Heard of it?” Whatever he had seen before was replaced with baggy sweatpants and an even baggier sweatshirt.

“You’re right. Look, I just need to check some things out, you know make sure they are up to code. It will only take a few minutes.” Aya’s wary gaze frisked him and made his pulse break laps through his neck. She stood aside.

“Shouldn’t you have done that before I moved in?” He strode past her as she shut the door.

“Yes-well, I did, but I missed a couple things. Honest mistake,” He chuckled, trying to keep the mood light. Her attitude could have lit a match. He walked around, racking his brain for what to check out.

She grabbed a broom and dustpan to sweep up the remains of her gourmet millennial toast. He held in his breath when she bent over low to get the stragglers. She turned around just in time to see his gaze. Andre shifted to examine the outlet next to him.

“These outlets you know can cause all sorts of trouble,” Andre continued, clearing his throat. Aya looked unconvinced.

“What the fuck is going on, Andre?” She leaned the broom on the counter and crossed her arms.

“Like I said, the outlets.”

“Look you should leave or I’ll mess you up and call the cops,” she said.

“Oh, what would you do to me? Would that involve tying me up?” Andre raised an eyebrow.

“What?” She was dumbfounded.

“Would you like to tie me up?” His lip curled up.

Aya tried to mask her disbelief.  Fucking an older stranger was something she thought about quite a bit, but he didn’t know that. Maybe she could teach him a lesson.

“Oh, is that what you really came for?” Her voice was almost a growl. “Get on the floor, Andre.” He hesitated, not sure what to think. “Now,” she snarled. He got down on his knees.

“Lay all the way down,” she hissed. He obliged, lying on his back, as she walked over to an open box on the floor and pulled out some string lights.

“Now, let me get one thing clear.” She spoke while wrapping his ankles up with one set of string lights. She yanked it tight and grunted before walking around to his hands. “This will never happen again. If you ever come into my apartment without notice or permission, I will get you locked up.”

He nodded as she proceeded to knot the second set of string lights around his wrists until the plastic was biting into his bones. She tugged and made a noise of approval. His eyes blinked as she pulled down her sweats. Her pink and blue striped socks hugged her fleshy calves. He panted as he watched her boxer briefs come down next.  He was salivating at the sight of her pussy.

She stepped over his head onto his chest. The lunge opened her lips wide, so that he could see every dirty blonde curl and slope. She wanted to giggle at the expression on his face, like he was seeing the creation of the universe.

“You look like you want a taste, Andre.” She moved into a slow squat onto his nodding face. His tongue flicked up, eager to please but it barely skittered across her skin. He struggled with his bonds, trying to arch his back so he could lap deeper.

She laughed. She went down on her knees and scooted forward so that she had more control. She could sit on his lips or pull away, slick from his efforts. She pulled off her sweatshirt, revealing a pink bra.

His grey-washed facial hair scraped her clit as her hips glided forward. He was a hard worker and not without experience. The timing and consideration of his tongue made her skin feel clammy and the hair on her neck stand up.

Her hips sped up until Andre was dizzy. She clutched his neck with one hand as he created a civilization in her pussy and started revolutions on her g-spot. Her pussy couldn’t keep his tongue insider of her and it clenched in frustration.

Pleasure caught her off guard, and pushed her out of her body. It tugged, tickled and toiled through her nerves until she let out passionate gasps of release. She shook herself and realized she still had hold of Andre’s throat. She let go and he sputtered for air.

Aye moved down to his waist and unzipped his pants.

“I almost forgot to play with you” He nodded. His bulky cock flicked out of the whole in his briefs. It was so hot to the touch that she stroked it with light touches until she was used to the heat. She could tell that her pussy got him worked up.

She worked it, pressing her palm in and gripping. He groaned as she tugged. She bent over and merely had to place her lips on the tip when he came. The plastic string lights rattled against the hardwood as the cum sprinkled across her mouth and leaked down the sides. She smiled, watching him writhe. She bent down beside him to whisper into his ear.

“Never again.”