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.
As she ascends the steps and through the open doorway she announces,"Dinner's ready!!"
Anna sets the bag on the table, returns her keys and wallet to her purse, and doffs her blouse. She's flush and sweaty from the afternoon's high humidity, still, she manages a smile as she digs into the plastic bag and pulls out two sub sandwiches and drinks.
"I hope you don't mind eating a sub, Matt. I'll make you something better some day to make up for this afternoon, is that okay?"
"Eh, Don't worry about it!" I return. "Thanks!"
It's now a little past five o'clock, rain begins to fall heavily, and the storm kicks up a cooling breeze that blows through the doorway. Thunder can be heard rolling throughout the countryside. Like one of Nikolai Tesla's insane experiments, lightning flashes through the late afternoon sky. Anna sits down gently, then stands up again and goes to the door. She looks out at the rain, which, while torrential at times, is blown almost horizontally and bounces off the ground. Her thoughts seem to be a million miles away as she inhales slowly and crosses her arms. A lengthy period of silence follows.
"Mm... I haven't seen rain in the country in a long time. I used to love thunder, lightning, and the sound of the rain when I was a little girl growing up in Europe on my uncle's farm with my mom and my aunt. My step sister, I call her that, but really she's my cousin. Anyways, she and I used to have mud fights behind the barn and we'd show up at the back door of our old farmhouse plastered in muck from head to toe. Mom used to get so furious with us." Anna smiles and giggles lightly as she reminisces about her childhood.
"Mmm... I enjoy rainstorms as well "I say, smiling at Anna as she tells her story. The rain pelting down on the concrete steps sounds like a sizzling steak and feels cool and refreshing in the heat of summer.
Anna casts a glance over her shoulder and wonders aloud. "Have you ever fucked in the rain?"
"No, the closest I got was inside a tent with my Ex while it was raining like this."
"Mmm...what happened to your wife?"
"Oh... nothing...nothing spectacular...I don't know, Heather changed somehow, she just didn't seem happy anymore and we simply grew apart. You? Did you ever get married?"
Another minute or so passes, and Anna speaks softly while staring out the door. "Kevin, my 49-year-old husband at the time, got up, said his goodbyes one morning, said he wanted a divorce, walked out the door and moved in with his 23-year-old girlfriend that very afternoon. Both her and our anniversary are the same age."
"Did the kids move with him?"
"Mmm... never had kids, I had a miscarriage." she said somberly.
"Ooo, I'm sorry..." I regretted asking that question.
"It's OK, Matt. Relax, you had no idea! "
Anna lingers at the front door a few seconds longer, before returning to her seat and picking up her sandwich. The two of us are feeling comfortable with each other, yapping and eating like two happy little dogs.
Almost all of the boxes have now been unpacked. Anna and I spend the remainder of the evening flirting and getting to know one another while placing the odd item or two in the apartment. I head back to my place next door and it's a few minutes past midnight. I can barely keep my eyes open as I take my clothes off for bed, I lay my head down and before I know it, I'm fast asleep.
