I live a few minutes from the outskirts of a small size town in a modest, peaceful single-story house converted into two apartments. I've been here for the better part of ten years and have seen tenants come and go next door. None of them have been more than a smile and a wave, with the occasional hello or light conversation...until now.
My landlord is showing the now empty apartment to an attractive lady perhaps in her late forties. She's small and slender, with shoulder-length grey hair and black roots. She's dressed stylishly in a white dress shirt partially unbuttoned down her smallish breasts. Her figure hugging, stone-washed jeans, are worn with her shirttail hanging over them. Her brown leather and cotton purse complements her open-end high-heel leather shoes, which accentuates her bright red toenails.
We had a brief but enjoyable conversation. There's something about the lady that appeals to me. It could be her easy going demeanor or her intriguing sense of humour. Maybe it's her soft eyes. During our brief encounter, she touches or rubs my arm frequently. The landlord shows little to no patience in our conversation. Time is money to him and she's whisked away to show her around the property.
Perhaps it was wishful thinking on my part, but I felt a certain spark between the two of us. Unfortunately, after looking at the place, she's gone before I've had another chance to talk to her and get to know her. I thought about her all afternoon, but convinced myself that I probably wouldn't see her again.
It's a hot and sultry afternoon, two days later thick clouds hang overhead, threatening to burst at any moment. As I arrive home, her shiny apple red car is sitting in my usual spot. A moving van is parked in hers with two workers unloading furniture and other belongings.
I leave my pickup sitting alongside the road and slowly I walk in. The lady wanders up to me wearing a loose-fitting white top, a partially buttoned-up green flowery shirt over top, and white shorts, with dark sunglasses elevated over her brow.
She embraces me with her outstretched arms and gazes into my eyes while softly gripping my sides with her tiny hands. "Hi, I didn't get a chance to tell you my name the other day, it's Anna. The landlord is such an ass, and I apologize for leaving so abruptly without getting your name and phone number. I would've texted why I left and I wanted to get to know better too.
"Hey, Anna. No worries, I'm Matt." I tell her as I return her hug.. "You move pretty fast, considering you only saw the place a couple days ago. Now you're moving in already?"
"Oh well, I start my new job next week. The view of the lake at the back was beautiful. Plus, the neighbour appears to be quite attractive and friendly." Anna is flirting.
"Oh, I don't know... first impressions are often deceiving. "
"I hope so." she says with a sing-song voice and a seductive smile.
It's not long before the movers finish their work and leave. Anna and I are standing outside the door of her apartment, staring at unplaced furniture, stacks of cardboard boxes, plastic bags and totes filled with her belongings.
"Sigh!" Anna laughs as she takes off her flowered shirt and tosses it inside, where it lands on one of the boxes. She tugs at her loose top a few times wicking away perspiration.
"I guess I should start unpacking now, huh?" While looking at me, Anna casually swings her arms from back to front repeatedly.
"Heh, heh... Boy, you sure got a lot of stuff in that little apartment. Were you planning on sleeping outside?"
Anna playfully hauls off and smacks my arm with her fist as she shoots back. "Oh fuck off!"
Anna and I have a little laugh, then I offer to give her a hand. She lights up like a Christmas tree and throws herself at me, hugging me and gives me a short but respectable kiss. I wrap my arms around her soft body. I tell y'a, I can't get enough of her hugs!
Inside Anna's apartment, all the windows and the front door are wide open. The sky darkens, and a light breeze blows up, making unpacking boxes a wee bit more tolerable. I can't help thinking about ripping Anna's top off and jacking her shorts up before shoving my steely stick into her.
Anna lightly brushes up against me with her arms and hips while rifling through the boxes. I couldn't tell if her actions were unintended or deliberate at first. So, I touched her back just to see what would happen. She doesn't flinch or say anything, as if she enjoys the attention. Minutes later she corners me among the boxes and backs her derriere into my crotch for several long seconds, assuring me that her touches were no accident.
Anna draws away and starts humming.
"Hey Anna, that sounds really nice, do you sing?"
Anna squats down with her legs apart, dragging two shopping bags between them. She grins up at me. "I used to sing professionally as a soloist and in a group. I haven't sung in maybe 25 years?"
"You should start singing again." I cultivate.
"Thanks, Matt; I have been thinking about it. I'm thinking about singing in the town festival coming up in two weeks." She chirps excitedly at the prospect of doing it all again.
"Well, let me know if you do and I'll go and watch you perform."
"I will," Anna returns, "and I'll even get you tickets."
Anna and I keep talking while emptying boxes and moving furniture. There would be lulls in our conversations now and again, and Anna would occasionally sing to fill the void.
The apartment finally starts to look a little bit more like a home.
Anna and I lift her television stand to the wall. Then she picks up her 32" TV, and as she carries it over, the straps of her outfit slip over her sun-kissed shoulders, and her white top sags below her creamy white breasts. I can't help myself; I'm programmed to look at boobs; I can't help but stare at them. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing those beautiful globes.
Anna looks my way after she sets the television down and notices me staring at her, she smiles and shrugs before nonchalantly pulling up her top. The fact that I saw her bare breasts doesn't seem to bother her. With a twinkle in her eyes, she asks. "Do you like my tits?"
"Damn right I do, I'm not going to lie." I bounce back.
A naughty, malicious grin comes over her face as she resumes unboxing her belongings.
After a while, Anna walks over to the table where her purse is sitting and pulls out her wallet and car keys. She puts on her floral blouse and heads towards the open door, smiling back. "Hey, Matt. I'll be right back. You keep going, okay?"
I nod and reach for one of the few remaining boxes thinking aloud, "Geez, there is an end to this madness!"
Then I made a mental note to myself, "Never volunteer to help someone move again. I'm 53 years old and I should know better."
Anna's car backs out of the driveway and heads up the road towards town. A little more than a half-hour later she returns, gets out of her car carrying a white shopping bag.
