I had recently split from my long term girlfriend and moved into my own place in a block of flats. On my first day in my new abode, I had met the woman who lived in the flat downstairs. We introduced ourselves and she welcomed me to the block. She was around 40 years old, named Dawn and she was seriously overweight. She was very polite and advised me on the do’s and dont’s of the block.

After around a week, I was still settling into my new flat. I had just finished work and entered the hallway of the block. A young girl (who I later learned was Dawn’s daughter) passed me in the hallway. She wore a school uniform consisting of . . . .

– Black school blazer

– White shirt

– School tie

– Black knee length skirt

– Sheer black nylon tights

– Black flat shoes

We said hello and smiled at each other. The next day, we met in the hallway again. This time, she greeted me with a smile and said “Hi, I’m Karen”. I introduced myself and we chatted for a few minutes. Karen was 18 years old. She was a nerdy girl, short and full figured, with long straight brown hair and glasses. She was a pleasant and softly spoken girl and as a lover of BBW, I instantly took a shine to her.

At the end of each working day, I would meet Karen in the hallway. I soon surmised that our ‘chance’ meetings were not by chance at all. The fact that she was always in the hallway at the precise moment I walked through the door had to be more than just coincidence. We began to strike up a rapport. I knew that as a 28 year old guy, I probably shouldn’t have my eyes on a teenaged girl but my hormones were telling me otherwise.

I had settled in to my new home after around a month. It was Saturday evening and I had just spent the day with my family. I retreated home, to spend a boring Saturday night on my own. On approaching my block, I noticed that Karen was looking out of her bedroom window. I motioned to wave at her but before I had a chance to, she was gone. I entered the block and true to form, Karen was there to greet me.

My eyes were immediately drawn to her chest. She was wearing jeans and an incredibly tight white top, which perfectly showcased her sizeable young breasts. Within seconds of chatting to her, it became apparent that she had been drinking. She appeared slightly merry and I could smell the alcohol on her breath.

I quickly decided to take advantage of the situation and invited her to join me for a drink in my flat. She didn’t even take time to think about it and promptly agreed. I fetched us some beers and we sat on my couch, listening to music and chatting. We had only been chatting for fifteen minutes or so but already she had disclosed that her longest relationship had been three weeks long and that she liked older guys.