She never saw the container in his hands, filled with delicious lentil soup. All she saw was another dick guy, with little brains.
Ever since she moved in, all the wolves on the floor have been hitting on her. One, with much more balls then brains, knocked on her door wearing only a towel around his waist, saying his shower was not working, could he use her's?
After that encounter, she was seriously considering putting up a sign on her door, saying, "I like women."
She verbally attacked the one friendly guy on the floor, in the building actually. She hissed a string of well used verb's, and nouns before slamming the door in his face.
He likes a woman who refuses to be a doormat. Will not submit to being an extension of some guy's fantasy, there to only spread her legs. He liked a woman to make love to him, (fuck him when the mood called for it) as fierce as he would to her. He liked her anger, the way it lit up her eyes.
But, he wasn't like the guy down the hall, or the guy across the hall, nor the nut wrapped in his bath towel.
He is a guy, true, her anger turned him on, though uncalled for, it left him achingly hard.
She pissed off the one in a million guy, the one who has a coldness in him others never expect. He drops his pants and shorts, showing his hairy legs like every other guy, but also showing his shaved, smooth skin crotch, not many guys do that.
He stroked himself furiously, picturing her cute face, burning eyes, body language hidden under her baggy clothes.
With the proper fuel, her anger, now his, he was able to cum very quick. He banged on the door, holding back a few moments, waiting.
She answered like she was waiting on the other side, but she wasn't. In her left hand she had a sign that read I only like women. Her right hand was on the knob, a roll of tape was in between her teeth.
The tape fell out of her mouth when she saw this friendly guy, panting like he needed a ten foot tank of oxygen. His hand was a blur on a raging hard on. He smiled a second before his eyes rolled in his head like he was going to pass out. He grunted like something out of the woods at night, then a whew! That feels so good grunt as ropes of cum flew out of his cock, landing on the L and C of her own welcome mat.
He said, gasped really, welcome, pulled up his pants and shorts, collected his container of soup and went down the hall.