Have you noticed that even our maids are hot?”“I ... try not to.” Max hedged again.“Name one woman you’ve met since moving into the Loft tha...t you didn’t want to fuck.” Simon challenged him. “Connie Carlysle maybe?”“I meet plenty of women I don’t want to fuck.” Max protested. “I do actually leave the Loft sometimes. The streets of New York are full of unfuckable women, Simon.”“Full?” Simon raised an eyebrow.“Half full.” Max amended, then thought about some of the women he’d seen in their. She had a superb figure which was just slightly on the “fuller” side, but certainly not fat. I absolutely adored her breasts which usually resided in rather “snug” blouses. If you were lucky you could often see her bra between the buttons. The colour of her bra was often discussed in the pub. Although I had considered myself a “tit man” Julie had the most fantastic legs. We were sometimes rewarded with a glimpse of stocking top. (All women wore stockings in those days.) Julie was a married. When my eyes opened the room was dark. The TV was on, still muted, and some other woman was reporting the weather. I felt dizzy, dazed, and not sure of what had happened. I felt my hands on my cock and balls, the cream was soaked in but my hands felt so soft and unlike most times when I wake and have an erection from deep sleep, my cock was all but gone, “I must be dreaming,” I thought, I fumbled in my crotch feeling for my cock and balls, “Whew,” I thought to myself, “still there,” and then. At the time, i didn't think anything of it and was still playing with my rock hard cock through the shorts. I also started hearing some, "mmmmmmm...yeah!" However, they were whispers and i had the volume on the tv on so i couldn't tell if it was coming from the tv or from what i suspected (someone outside). I took my shorts off and was wearing nothing but my hard-on...no whispers though. So, i went back to playing with my cock. My curtains were closed, there were no peep holes in the room.