Ann Weeks

                                        A Chance Encounter


        Well another boring night doing laundry. I see.
        It's Ann Weeks. She has a ton of laundry. She's got kids.
        Must be weekend. .. Hmmmmm. "Hi Ann!" "Huh?"
        Ann's head spins about dazed, "Oh...um Muzzy?"
          "It's Muzzy." I smile,  "The kids'."

        "I..yeah. Hayley's got them.....(YAWN...sad eyes)."
        "How's the eviromental law going?" I ask increduously.
        Ann continues stuffing a second load in the washing machine.
        Then she drops some clothing. Then she curses. Then she
        fumbles with a box of soap and slams the washer lid shut.

        "Would you like to read a comic?" I offer @Ghost. She looks
        blankly at me and walks over, snatches the comic and flips
        pages. There was a quiet moment as she sat beside me.
        Her hair has such a delicious scent of starwberries... Her thighs
        yummy smooth and copper.  "Just a blue sweat on?"
        I could glimpse her bussiness: a bit of pink and texture.
        A view down her collar revealed her loose knockers.
        "Very daring and sweet." I gave a toothy smile. Anne stared.
        Her eyes brightened as if she was having a moment
        of clarity. Then, a blank expression.


        "YAWN.....Muzzy are you looking down my shirt?" Ann
        flips the pages backward and then foward. "Of Course."
        I am unrependent. Swiftly and without hestitation, Ann
        lifts her sweat shirt revealing her lovely knockers. I
        cup them and run my thumb over the tips.
        "Hey-Wha-!" She stood infront of me.  My face felt cold:
        I am going to die in my basement. She turned and
        squated infront of her washing machine and stared at
        the clothing spinning. The moment of silence was deathening.

        Were alone in the laundry room of my basement. I am
        renting the downstares apartment to Ann and Hayley. Ann
        has rested on the floor by the washing machine and pressed
        her face to the glass, watching the cloths spin. She slowly
        pulls her sweat shirt off and drops it beside the waiste basket
        to her right. I remain silent... Pondering my aliby.

        "I think you over loaded that washer." I smile. "You can put
        your stuff in with mine." She smiled. Her face was still
        pressed against her washer and her legs folded to the right.
        She rose slowly to her feet and tossed her sweat shirt in
        my washer. Swiveling her hips and streached her legs. I could
        see her spandex black pants in my washer. Her back was against the
        washer as she spread her knees out and rested on the floor.
        Her feet lay sideways, pressed palm to palm. She was completely
        without clothing, but calm.

      "I think it best if I ask, may I touch you?" I was weary of Hayley.
        Their kitchen was above the laundry room. Ann smiled and
        tilted her head to the left. I explored this new offering carefully.
        Gently kissing her face, while rubbing and squeezing.
        Ann locked onto me with a passionate kiss. She bared her
        teeth at me and growled. I was put off by this, but pressed
        on. While rutting and growling continued. I puzzled why this
        was happening. Ann was very conservative in her manners
        above the basement. Had their been some rift with Hayley?

        "That .. was fun." Ann voice sounded distant. She started to
        walk to the stairs leading up to her apartment. I held her from
        behind and we stood naked pressed against each other.
        "You should put some clothes on." I whispered. A rush came
        over me as I mounted Ann from the rear. She made a pushing
        noise as she pursed her lips and grabbed the black lally colomn.
        Bouncing on her toes and arching her back, I struggled to
        stay locked with her. Then, it was over.

        It always ends in confusion and embrasement. Ann put on some wet
        jeans an a green plaid shirt. "Do you think he'll notice?" I asked.
        "He's sleeping. He has a disertation. Publish or die." Ann smiled
        and slid her hand down over my face. I was still naked and 22.
       
        That was my favorite tenant. It was awkward to meet with the couple
        and children. But, Ann's mischieviousness was unleased in
        the basement and I was a willing adulter. There on the cold concrete
        we were foolish an wild and growling.


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