The Doorman

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania  

I stepped out my vehicle and pushed the door close. Several shopping bags within my arms tumbled out onto the concrete pavement near the curve side. I looked around to see if anyone witnessed my gaffe. I flashed an embarrassing smile at the man walking out the door of my condominium building.  
 
Carlos looked around. He turned his attention back to me. A wolfish grin highlighted his face.  
 
No assistance? Oh, it’s like that I thought.  
 
I bent over to retrieve three of my small Tiffany bags knowing the view of my lacy thong would make Victoria Secret very pride.  
 
Carlos gritted down on his teeth. Lovely he thought. He looked up and down the street, and then straightened his tie. He rushed over to the curve side to offer his assistance.  
 
“You need any help with keeping things in your hand bella donna.”  
 
I turned to the voice. My eyes dropped down to the presented package.  
I looked up and caught the interest in Carlos’ eyes.  
 
“It all depends on the thing grasped within my hand.”
  
My hard one, and hopefully, very soon he thought.  
 
Carlos palmed his aquiline chin down while nodding his affirmation behind my response.  
 
“I’m sure I still have a package, which has somehow rolled beneath my vehicle.”  
“I guess I can take a look and see what’s under there.”  
“You have my permission.”  
 
Carlos laid down on his back. He extended his arm under my vehicle.  
If the man was going to check out the view, I might as well make sure he is blessed with the full scenery.  
 
“Here let me move out your way.”  
 
I lifted one foot and stepped over his body; entrapping his supine position.  
 
“Can you see anything?”  
Carlos’ mischievous coal-black eyes darted under my mini-skirt  
 
“I see quite enough.”  
“Can you feel anything?”  
“I damn sure would like too.”  
 
I blushed shamelessly.  
 
“I think I have the finesse to get it.”  
“You will once you assist me up to my condominium.”  
 
Carlos pulled my Hustlers shopping bag from under my BMW.  
Several lingerie garments spilled over the top.  
Carlos sat up.  
 
The side of his five o’clock shadowed cheek encountered my bronze-coated inner thigh.  
 
“If this was a private moment. I would make sure, I was more under your skirt than not.”  
“I’m sorry.”  
“So am I, since privacy does not benefit us.”  
 
The smooth tenor of his Italian baritone voice washed over me. Kicking my overheated libido into overdrive.  
I slowly lifted my leg and looked down.  
 
“You need any help getting up.”  
 
Carlo looked up, his hypnotic eyes appealed to mine.  
“Take me upstairs and allow me to personally challenge that question.”  
 
My mouth dropped open.  
 
“Nice set of teeth.”  
“Thank you.”  
“Once we get upstairs your mouth, lips, and all.”  
 
Confidence in a man is such a turn on, I thought.  
 
Carlos lifted his vigorous body from off the concrete into a standing position. He held the ripped bag in one hand. I noticed one of my thongs was clenched in his other palm.  
 
“Here you are beautiful.”  
“I received my shopping bag from out Carlos’ hand.  
Strangely he retained my red silk thong in his possession.  
 
I looked down at Carlos’ hand  
 
“I do not think that’s your color.”  
“This color will go nicely with those stilettoes you have on in a moment.”  He winked at me.  
 
“The beautiful lady did say she needs assistance getting upstairs.”  
“Yes, you know to test that challenging question.”  
 
Carlos palmed my lower back. He escorted me to the front entrance of my condominium. I could have sworn his hand traveled a tad farther; confirmation noted, after he cupped a buttock, and then gently squeezed it. He opened the door for me.  
 
“Such a true gentleman.”  
 
“At this moment, I do not think that’s what you want.”  
Carlos lifted my thong to his nostrils and took a sniff.  
 
I looked up and arrested his eyes.  
“It is a man’s world as they say.”  
 
And I’m a squirrel just trying to get a nutt he thought.  
 
Carlos and I walked over to the elevators. He extended his hand inward and pushed the up button. Carlos patted the back pocket of his Armani pants for a precautionary measure. He sighed under his breath.  
Thank goodness he came locked, ready, and soon to be loaded.