Peter's taxi delivered him to the apartment building where his employer had told him to go. As he began to lift the two heavy suitcases from the trunk, a doorman quickly approached him with a luggage trolley to make the job easier. Peter had accepted the position of Executive Vice President of Product Engineering after a stellar rise in Cambrian Electronics. At 27, he was the youngest executive the company had ever appointed and, although he was brilliant in his work, there was still a naive youthfulness about him when he was not in the engineering labs.

He looked towards the top of the forty-story structure and asked the doorman if the building was safe. Coming from the small Midwestern town with a population of 25,000 people, he was not accustomed to living in a structure that was higher than ten floors. Even though he lived in the penthouse suite back home, the thought of living way up in this building was a bit unnerving for him and the company had purchased the penthouse forty-three floors above the ground. "At least I will have a few days before I have to report for duty," Peter laughed as he finished explaining the culture shock of the move to the doorman. And a bit of time he had. It was the twentieth of September and Peter did not have to report to work until the first of October.

He let himself into his new apartment and was impressed by the furnishings his new secretary had selected for him. The first thing he did was step out on the open garden off his living room and was surprised to see all the other buildings rising to his height and well beyond. He found the sight overwhelming and began to question the decision of leaving the security of his small town. His head swam as he sat in the padded lounge chair and he slowly sipped on the can of imported beer his secretary had stocked for him. "I need to meet this woman," he thought. "She must be some efficient old girl!" He went back to finish looking through the apartment as well as to hang up his clothes in the master bedroom. "Shit, this is a bit of overkill. They must think I am married and have three kids to get me a penthouse with five bedrooms in it," he mused while he worked.

As he finished putting his clothes away, there was a soft knock at his door. Being from a small town, he simply called out, "It's open," and proceeded to close the dresser drawer. There was silence coming from the front entrance so he decided he better find out who it was. He stopped dead in his tracks as he entered the living room. Standing before him was likely the most spectacularly beautiful woman he had ever seen. Uncharacteristically, Peter stuttered, "May I help you?"

"Hi, my name is Sunny and I live in the penthouse across from you. I saw you coming in and thought I would introduce myself." Peter nodded at her and then invited her in. They sat in the living room and talked, during which Peter found that her husband was a workaholic and was always out of the country. She kept busy playing various sports but was pretty bored. When Peter suggested she get a job, Sunny looked down and said her husband would not allow it. Peter could tell she felt trapped and tried to offer different suggestions but they did not seem to thrill her.

There was a brief silence in the conversation, a time during which Sunny seemed to be eyeing him and assessing what kind of person he was. Attempting to break through the tension, Peter asked, "I only have some beer here right now, would you like one Sunny?"

"Sure, that would be great!" she replied and then continued, "Would you mind if I took a look around? Your place looks bigger and a lot different from ours!"

"Go for it!" was the reply as Peter went into the kitchen to retrieve the drinks. In a barely audible whisper as the beer chugged into the glasses Peter exclaimed, "What a babe! What guy in his right mind would leave her alone. Hell, if I had the chance, I would fuck her right here on the counter."

After rearranging the ever growing bulge in his jeans, he picked up the two glasses of beer and went off in search of his new friend. It took him five minutes to finally find Sunny. She had just stepped into the master bathroom attached to his bedroom. "Wow," she exclaimed, "you have a sauna built into your bathroom. I could strip right now and jump into that heat."

"Holy shit, so I do!" he proclaimed. "And if you were to strip, I think I would be inclined to jump right into your heat," he said in a coolness that surprised even him. The pun did not evade Sunny as she invited him to do that very thing. Placing down the beer glasses, Peter stood in awe as he watched this amazing woman strip bare before him. She had the most firmly luscious tits he had ever seen in his life and the girls he had fucked always had hairy beavers. Sunny had a clean shaven cunt and it was puffy and it was inviting.

"What are you waiting for?" Sunny teased as she stepped into the now heating sauna cabana.

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