Anne slid her fingers over the freshly painted walls marveling at the different textures as she walked through their new home. Admiring the scene of fresh spring blossoms from the new bay window, she then walked out onto their new terrace and stared across the huge back yard. She turned to John and nestled her body in his arms.
"Thank you Baby." she whispered curling her shoulders back against his chest.
"I can't believe we're actually here." His hands traced down her arms as he laced her fingers with his own then looked down at her with his contagious grin. Placing his head on top of hers, he squeezed her close and wrapped his arms around her small frame.
"I'm thinking Lavender, Crocus, and Blue Bells around the terrace and Roses along the fence." She pointed at each section of the yard as she shared her vision with John.
"I'm thinking a sandbox and a swing set, maybe a tree house in the middle of that old oak." John smiled back at her. "But, for the moment, I also thought we might get some old used brick from a house one of the guys at work was renovating and build a nice brick fire pit."
"Do you know how to lay brick?" Surprised, she turned with a curious look on her face.
"I think so!" He laughed and playfully pinched her butt as he replied with a devilish smile, "I can lay anything, including bricks, pipes, and..." leaning over to kiss her, "you!"
Laughing as they reentered the house, they could both see that they still had a great deal of work ahead of them. Boxes needed unpacked, furniture, end tables, and bookcases sat jam-packed up against each other. Their queen bed leaned at an angle against a wall in their new bedroom; jumbles of unopened, labeled boxes were stacked throughout the house. Escrow had closed that morning. Even though they had moved most of their belongings from their old apartment to their new home, they were worn-out and ready to take a well-deserved break.
"I'm too exhausted to do any more, what say we clean up, get in the shower, and call it a night?" John moved towards the stairs.
"Definitely, nothing sounds better, hang on; we need to cover these." Anne pointed at the bare windows.
"Want some help?"
"No, go ahead; I have to find something to cover them with." Trying to think of what she might use Anne laughed as she looked around.
"I'm starving! What would you like for dinner?" She shouted up the stairs, "I was thinking Pizza...delivered."
"Sounds good by me, I don't want to cook, I'm sure you don't either." John yelled back down as he slipped into the bathroom.
"Ok, pizza it is!" Anne reached for the phone book and ordered.
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Anne began to rummage through the boxes, continuing until she found the one box, the one, which she had written the word sheets on the outside with a black magic marker. Unpacking a mixed assortment of different printed pastels and solids, she stood on her stool awkwardly arranging the large wrinkled pieces of fabric over each curtain rod. She managed to keep her balance as she pulled the linen over the rods; pleased that the doubled fabric cloaked the windows enough to block the neighbor's view.
"Well, it doesn't look the best but it'll have to do for tonight," she thought to herself. With her hands on her hips, she stood back and admired her work. The water splattering against the shower walls echoed down the stairs as she returned to the kitchen. She rummaged through a few more boxes and found some paper plates that she placed on the counter. Next, she unpacked the box that held the coffee pot and sat it next to the refrigerator.
"Now where did I pack the coffee and filters?" She muttered to herself as she opened more boxes. A pack of playing cards fell on the floor. Surprised to see them she tossed them on the counter and continued her search. The smell of fresh brewed hazelnut soon percolated through the house.
John finished his shower then stood in front of the new porcelain double sinks wiping at the fogged up glass with his hand so he could see his reflection. "Not bad," he thought as he brushed the back of his hand across the prickly shadow on his chin. Reaching for his razor, which had fallen to the bottom of the gym bag Anne had packed with both his shaving gear and her unlimited supply of cosmetics, he wrestled through the bag until he found a can of shaving cream, a razor, and some cologne. Soon his face was as smooth as a baby's bottom; he splashed some cologne around his neck, down his chest and down between his thighs brushing his proud package with the light citric fragrance. After he brushed his teeth, he headed back down the stairs.
Wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, he moved up behind Anne. It always surprised him how his hands could wrap around her small waist, his fingers almost touching. He kissed her on the neck biting down on the sensitive skin.
"You smell delicious," she squirmed as his bite on her neck sent a shiver down her spine. "Feel better?"
"Much better," he said as he laid a playful swat on her behind. "No pizza yet?" he asked as he reached for a pop in the refrigerator.
"Not yet, they said it would take up to forty-five minutes, you might want to get rid of that towel and slip something on before the delivery boy gets here." She smiled at him as she leaned over, moved her hand up underneath the towel, and gave an unmistakable bulge that appeared beneath the towel a playful squeeze. "So what's this?" She lightheartedly asked as her hand began to move up and down his stomach then further down encircling the hefty bulge. Moving even closer so the swollen lengthening knob would press against her stomach, she looked up into his eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"As much as I want to play I have to get in the shower. I won't be long but if you don't hear from me in an hour or so send out the rescue team, I've probably fallen asleep in the tub!" Anne told him with a grin on her face as she released him from her grip. She went upstairs and turned the water on in the tub. A light fragrance of spring flowers filled the bathroom as the water splashed against itself creating a tub full of bubbles. Getting undressed she flaunted in front of the full-length mirror inspecting her reflection. Kneading her aching sensitive breasts until they began to tighten and thrust forward she then let her hands glide down the curve of her hips. Pleased with what she saw she selected a hair clasp from the basket on the sink, pulled, and twisted her hair creating a frizzy knot on top of her head. Her tired body slid down into the hot steamy bath. Submerged to her chin she laid back stretching out her long legs until her toes touched the other end of the tub. She shut the water off with her big toe, and closed her eyes.
John had found and put on the baggy sweats that Anne had laid out for him on top of one of the boxes in the hall. Looking around to see where he might set up the TV, he restacked a few boxes against one wall. Then he picked up the television and centered it on the boxes; soon he had cable wires connected to the back of the set that criss-crossed in a tangled mess across the carpet and into the cable jacks on the other side of the room.
"I'm glad those cable guys were able to get over here last week when we called or we'd have no reception at all!" he mumbled to himself as he hooked up the VCR. The television was set up and running by the time the pizza arrived. He gave the delivery boy a tip, closed the door with the back of his heel, and took the pizza to the kitchen. Moving the pack of cards across the counter with his elbow, he placed a few pieces of pizza on a paper plate then sat at the kitchen table. "Almost time for the game," John said aloud as he glanced at his watch. He took the plate into the living room and sat on the floor in front of the television with the remote in his hand, switching from one channel to another.
Anne rubbed the fragrant soap into a rich lather on her washcloth, ran it over her body then took her razor and removed the velvety curls between her legs. Running her fingers over the silky smooth skin, she rinsed off and lay in the tub until the water started to cool. She enjoyed the feel of her shaved pussy almost as much as John did. After toweling off, she hiked up one foot on the edge of the tub and applied some sweet flowery lotion to the satiny soft flesh between her thighs. The warm, damp entrance between her legs sucked at her fingers as she made lazy circles with her palm, then she poured more scented lotion in her hands, and rubbed the lotion onto her breasts and down her stomach. With a fresh towel wrapped snug around her hair and another wrapped around her body, she brushed her teeth then went downstairs. Grabbing a couple of pieces of pizza as she walked through the kitchen, she continued into the living room and curled up beside John on the floor as he watched the game.
With his pizza in one hand and his eyes glued to the television his other hand playfully crawled up Anne's thigh.
She spread her legs out of habit, which allowed him to move his hand up higher until she felt him touch her mound. "I love it when you shave your pussy; it's so soft and kissable." His thumb gently rolled over the slick little button, and then he leaned down and slightly pressed his tongue against it.
Anne's body shivered from the touch of his tongue as she took another bite of her pizza.
John's hand moved up to her breast and cupped it, twisting the tight little nub gently as he kissed her, then he turned back to the television and took another bite of his pizza.
Once Anne had finished the two slices on her plate she went back into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee, she pulled the towel up under her arms and reached for the deck of cards. Opening the pack, she shuffled the cards then put them back in the small cardboard box and laid them back on the counter. She took her coffee with her as she went upstairs to the bedroom to find some clean clothes. Her eyes twinkled as she laid out a set of black lingerie. The black under wire bra held her breasts high adding cleavage; the panties covered the front of her but left her sculptured behind bare, the thong disappeared between her cheeks and widened into a triangle as it connected to the elastic around her hips. She put on a short black spaghetti strap tank top then slipped into a pair of jogging pants tying the waist string so they lay on her hips just below her belly button.
When Anne returned to the living room, she pulled out the full bed size air mattress they used for guests, attached the electric pump, and sat back as the mattress filled with air.
John continued to watch the game.
