Whoever claimed women couldn’t thrive in the tech industry had clearly never met Gabriela Hernandez. At twenty three years old, this 5′ fit Latina was shaping up to be the youngest female programmer to run a department of her size. Her drive in the office was only rivaled by her tenacity. And as she inhaled the steam in her large waterfall shower, Gabriella relished the luxury her labor afforded her. She wasn’t in love with all that was happening to her city, but she did love the beautiful, brand new corner apartment she called home. The massive, floor to ceiling windows that made up the entirety of the two exterior walls allowed any and all of the sunlight that made it to her through the high rises that surrounded her. She always kept the place pristine; cleanliness is, after all, next to godliness.

As she made her way from her bathroom into her bedroom she looked out at the view she had, mostly of various empty balconies. But there also was Guesseppe, the retired electrician across the street who was ending his day the same way he always did: a beer and a cigar. Guesseppe sheepishly averted his gaze when their eyes locked. Gabby bushed a little, but her eyes lingered. It was only expected that such a man would look away when caught ogling at the young broad in nothing but a towel. This was a little game she played every day. Though she’d never admit it — least of all to herself— there was something exhilarating about being somewhat on display like this. On some level it was why she always made this trek to and from her shower in this manner. Once in her room she slipped into some workout gear . Her all but religious exercise routine had kept her body even tighter than when she was in high school, only now, she had a rack to complete the look. Gabriella was most proud of her ass though, as it had also taken the most work to shape into the sturdy, plump arch that distracted every employee – man or woman – that chanced her in a pencil skirt. It wasn’t typical practice for her to shower before the gym. Gabby also normally dressed more practically for the gym, but today’s motivations were different. In fact, today Gabriela planned to spend very little time working up a sweat, and most of her time doing targeted exercises that would give her ‘feminine accents’ a bit of a highlight. You see, there was someone new in her apartment building, a dark, tall and lean stud of a man had moved in down the hall. She had only exchanged hellos in the elevator, but the connection was there, and she aimed to make it a spark. Already butterflies formed in her stomach at the thought of the mystery boy.

Once the hour-long workout routine was over, Gabriela proceeded to freshen up before heading home to spring her trap. Looking in the mirror she wondered if the spandex booty shorts were too slutty when combined with the sports bra she wore.. it was, she concluded. Luckily’ her zip up crop hoodie added an element of class to the outfit. After thoroughly checking herself out, Gabby gave the mirror a wink and headed out the door. Jackson was gonna be hers.

When she returned to the parking garage, Jackson’s car was nowhere to be seen – perfect, he wasn’t home yet. She checked her makeup again in the mirror, leaned the seat back and turned on a podcast. It had been such a long day at work that Gabriela could barely keep from dozing off in the warm summer evening air. With her mind on Jackson as she listened absently to the two people talking, as she started to fade, her dreams began to lean towards him as well. Her fingers unconsciously slid up her thigh as she pictured Jackson caressing her body with his firm grasp, she felt him kiss her navel and slide his tongue down to her exposed clit. As her mind slipped out of consciousness, her fantasy engulfed her in a lucid dream. Gabriela’s hand began to massage her pussy lips through the dampening spandex. There was no room for panties when showing off her ass like this, which made the camel toe her fingers created, a seamless copy of her dampened hole. Her other hand began to mimich Jackson as she imagined him tugging on her delicate lingerie. Her mouth moaned with glee as he pinched an erect nipple. Dream Jackson coaxed the young woman to wave and wave of dreamscape orgasm.

A car horn startled Gabriella awake. She looked around in horror, it was dark out now. Gabby sheepishly tucked her breasts back into her top and half-zipped the hoodie. As she looked around the lot she wondered to herself, How long was I out?! Judging by the time she realized it had been an hour since she pulled into her spot. Hopefully no one saw what she’d been doing in there. Surveying the area, she came to accept that at least one person seemed to be staring now. Which meant, yes, at least, some people saw. Who? She’d never know. She felt her cheeks blush, she tried to shield herself from her onlooker.

Upon doing so, she turned her head and spotted Jackson’s car. All this work for nothing? She thought, looking down at her terribly impractical exercise attire. She grabbed her work items and gym bag, taking her frustration out on the inanimate objects, and headed to the front door. Despite her annoyance at the situation, when the breeze cooled the damp patch between her legs, Gabriella couldn’t help but smirk. Power-walking to the door, Gabriela frantically hoped to somehow catch Jackson — maybe he was still waiting in the lobby for the elevator. She was so focused on her destination that she forgot to really look anywhere other than straight ahead. She didn’t notice the tall dark and handsome Jackson with his head down in a book as his 6’4″ frame casually paced at roughly the same speed as her frantic (but much shorter) legs. The latina spitfire all but trampled her target coming towards the door at a perpendicular approach. She watched in horror as her files, laptop and gym bag launched out of her loose grip and crashed to the floor. What else could possibly go wr — in an instant, she was transfixed by the dark gaze of none other than Jackson Delanor.

“Sorry, Miss, I wasn’t looking where I was going, didn’t see you there.” He paused, and Gabby felt him taking her in, even strewn on the ground, the outfit seemed to leave an impression. “Gabriela was it?” He said, trading his apologetic tone for that southern charm she was so intrigued by.

“Call me Gabby, and no, it’s my fault. I was in a rush, not paying attention.” She was worried her Hispanic accent may throw him a bit, but what could she do?

“Well, Gabby, here, let me help you.” Jackson reached out and grabbed the majority of Gabby’s work debris, leaving her with just the gym bag. The young professional was a little confused at first when he didn’t simply hand it to her, instead he began to walk towards the lobby. Since the first look, Gabby had been avoiding looking anywhere near Jackson’s face so as to avoid being swept into those chocolate eyes again. But why wasn’t he giving her items back? Was eye contact a condition for him? She met him at the door, and gradually looked up at the face over a foot above her own, where he was looking on waiting for her free hand to unlock the door.

“Your hands are full. I can take this stuff up to your apartment for you.” The man spoke with a suaveness that made Gabby hang on every word.

“You don’t have to, sir” Her chest was aflutter.

“I insist, in fact,” Jackson paused and smirked at her “I’m the one holding the cards in this instance.” He gestured to the valuables he held hostage.

“That you are Mr…” Gabby pretended not to remember his name as she unlocked the door and let him in.

“Jackson, Jackson Delanor. We met a couple weeks ago. I’m a couple units down the hall from you.” As he spoke, she wondered if he bought her feigned ignorance, or was simply playing along? Either way, the two walked forward.

“Right, of course. Well if you insist, wanna hold this while I check my mail?” She plopped the bag on top of his pile and turned to the mailboxes before he got a word in.

“My pleasure.” He replied, though the truth of the statement had yet to be revealed. Gabriella wasn’t all actually too concerned with her mail. But the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. With her belongings secure, she proceeded with her plans. She strutted across the lobby to where the mailboxes were, taking care to sway her hips like she was on the runway and slowly arched her back as she lowered down to reach her box. Empty.. irrelevant. She turned and sauntered back over to the elevator with a rehearsed gate that used just enough bounce to subtly jiggle her natural breasts with each step. She was elated to catch him staring and decided to give him a look of passive approval when he realized he’d been made. Everything was going perfectly.

“So what were you rushing off too earlier Ms. Gabby.” Jackson said, clearly hoping to connect with the beautiful woman beside him in the elevator.

“Ms. Gabby? You must not be from here.” She looked up to him as she spoke, hoping to convey her intentions with her vicious ‘fuck me’ eyes.

“No ma’am. Atlanta, got a job offer with a salary that made my jaw drop from the university. Now I give most of it to our landlord. Him and a couple overpriced coffee shops.”

“Engineering?”

“Literature. I’m about as good with computers as your grandma.” The two laughed as Gabby realised he was either the yin to her yang, or a poor match for her beyond the physical.