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Anne and Joseph Chapter 1 of ? (3 completed)
[Zakai Akiva
and Zakia Akiva] (MF, cons, rom)
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Anne was
nervous, she'd been working for this company for 3 yrs now, ever since she
graduated from college, but now they were moving her to a
Anne was 24, and
petite, with brown hair and earnest brown eyes. Not plain, but nothing to write
home about, either. She tended to dress from a different era, wearing long
skirts and always looking put together. She never wore
short skirts or heels; she didn't even own anything low-cut.
Joseph knew he
fit the description of rent-a-cop all too well. Although a little taller than
average, at about 5' 11”, his frame just didn't support the 'athletic' look
that all the girls seemed to want these days. He wasn't as out of shape as some
of the old guys he worked with, and in fact was hardly overweight at all, but
always looked kind of soft. Throw in the glasses and some awkwardness, along
with a knack for always looking rumpled, and you were looking at the poster
child for dorks everywhere.
He was 22,
probably looked 32, and working his way through college. Never mind that after
4 years he was still 12 credits from his A.S. degree...The highlight of his job
was that he worked 3 days a week at an upscale apartment complex that seemed to
have way more security than it needed, so he could do plenty of reading.
He greeted a new
tenant from his guard shack, a mousy young woman named Anne. She was moving in
to 7R, which was way in the back of the complex, so she needed directions. She
was nice though, and immediately he began feeling awkward. He told her to give
him a holler if she needed anything; with a Texan twang that was entirely
affected...he'd grown up right here on the West Coast. When she drove off he
shook his head sadly. "Yep...I am a complete dork”, he thought
to himself.
Anne drove
around several times, and found every other apartment in the complex,
she was pretty sure, but not 7R. ”Jeez, could they make this any more
confusing?” She didn't know anyone else in this blasted town and
could hardly call her boss and tell her she couldn't find her own damn
apartment. Well, the guard would just have to pry himself out of his
little shack and help her find it. He'd looked like an okay sort for a
single gal to ask for some help, probably mid to late thirties, married, couple
of kids. A nice and safe, kind of rumpled, just slightly too lazy to make it as
a real cop type would be perfect help.
She pulled
to a park next to the office got out and walked a little too quickly towards
the guard shack, allowing the growing gloom and her imagination to get away
wit h her, and not paying as much attention as she should
have to the terrain. About 30 feet from the shack she fell, right on
her ass, in a puddle! The guard either the splash or her muffled cry and came
rushing over to find her, splayed in a totally un-lady-like pose, with her hair
falling out of its restrained bun, her legs spread in front of her, one ankle
twisted painfully, her skirt soaked and probably torn, her blouse plastered to
her by dirty, mucky water and one shoe missing entirely.
Joseph was
immediately embarrassed, which meant his cheeks were reddened in a splotchy way
that always made him look out of breath. He wasn't in the puddle, but the look
on her face...a combination of frustration and sadness...made him immediately
sympathetic.
He stepped
right into the puddle, intending to help her up, and managed to splash more
muddy water onto her dress. Despite that, she took his offered hand and made to
stand up, when his shoe slipped in the mud and he hit the deep end of the
puddle right on his ass, water splashing all about and then settling about 4
inches up his thigh.
It was so
ridiculous that he started to laugh. Then he stopped, realizing that
this lady was not joining him in his amusement. The embarrassment
came back full force, as he clambered backward and up to his feet apologizing.
His pants were soaked all in the back and on the sides, but his knees were dry,
along with his beltline. The pants were khaki, so of course it looked like he
had pissed his pants completely.
Maybe it was his
self-conscious look, but, surprisingly, he heard an almost whisper-like
chuckle. Then she spoke, in the smallest voice he'd ever heard.
"I bet I
look pretty bad", she said.
"If you can
trust a man who apparently pees his pants, I think your kind of pretty, in a
drowned cat sort of way", he replied jokingly, but regretted it almost
instantly, afraid she wasn't going to think he was funny...
Anne was so
distressed by the whole conundrum at first that she was prepared to be shocked,
but then she saw that the guard was prepared to deal with it with humor.
She laughed,
timidly and offered "if you can help me find my elusive apartment, you can
use my bathroom to change... I'll even throw in some pizza for dinner; you do
get a lunch-break, right?"
He, the guard,
looked shocked initially, but seemed game to go on with it. Well, she wouldn't
want to go back to work looking like she'd wet herself, either r.
Luckily, she'd
paid extra to get her furniture delivered and set up ahead of time. Her boxes
should already be all there, and in the rooms they were labeled for, so finding
him a towel and sweatpants - and luckily he didn't look too pudgy to fit
in hers - while she washed his seemed fairly likely.
"I... I'm
Anne, I didn't catch your name" she s stammered quietly, as she
hobbled, barefoot across the ground holding her one shoe.
"Joseph..." he
said, having barely caught what she said, you really had to strain to hear
her quiet, timid voice.
Anne seemed
genuinely nice, and Joseph found himself liking her quickly. He grabbed his gym
bag with his civilian clothes in it and set off to show her where her apartment
was.
"I'll walk
beside your car...no reason to get both seats messy", he said. He
explained that he had spare clothes in his bag, because he goes to class
after work and the uniform isn't allowed. She seemed relieved, which made him
worry about his waist again. So he jokes to try and cover his embarrassment.
"It's a
good thing I'm a security guard, or I'd be worried about you letting strange
guys in your apartment"
He realized
afterwards that it probably sounded nosey or possessive or...second guessing
was something he excelled at.
He quieted, and
finally, thankfully, they arrived at her apartment. She hadn't found it because
it was around the back of the building, with the living room window facing the
trees in the back. He thought it was one of the better apartments, because the
privacy and quiet would be good. He could imagine sitting by the open window,
reading...
Anne invited him
inside into a maze of boxes and unarranged furniture. She was upset, and he
made to go, but she stopped him by putting her hand on his wrist.
"It's not
you...it's just that they were supposed to put all this stuff in the right
rooms!" She sighed, exasperated at the ever more dismal day.
"At least
we can get to the bathroom", Joseph said lightheartedly.
"Yeah,
except I can't get to the towels", she said with a pout.
"You can
share mine?"
"Oh, I
couldn't impose" Anne said. Though as she'd turned on the bright lighting
in the kitchen she could see that she'd sorely misjudged Joseph! He was much
younger than she'd thought, maybe still in college and working to help pay for
it. He had a full head of sandy blond hair, not at all the stringy, thinning
pate she'd expected. He also wasn't pudgy at all, just big in that kind of
muscular, round line-backer way. Not that Anne had any experience at all with
line-backers! He was nice, and sweet, and obviously not full of
himself, like so many of the men her own age
were at work.
She found her
overnight bag in the car, and brought it in, thinking about how attractive
Joseph really was, as he carefully moved a few boxes out of the pathway and
peeked into the bathroom. She carefully laid out her clean clothes as was her
nature. Then she grabbed her cell-phone and called out.
"Joseph...
What do you like on your pizza?" She hadn't heard the water turn on, so
she figured it was still safe to ask, and she stood near the bathroom
door.
Joseph rummaged
through his gym bag looking for his towel. It was an unconscious thought to let
her use it first but it wasn’t there. In fact, all he found was a shirt, a
clean pair of socks, and a tie, along with school supplies and his lunch.
Mentally berating himself, he realized he’d planned to wear his uniform pants
to school because he’d skipped laundry day yesterday to see a movie.
He stepped into
the kitchen to tell Anne, and found her staring frustrated at the counter,
where she had laid out 4 hand towels. She turned as he entered.
"I guess
I’ll have to borrow that towel after all. But at least ONE thing was set
up...so we’ll have dry clean clothes eventually! ”She exclaimed with
exasperation. Behind her, the door to the laundry was open, and she had opened
the washing machine, signifying her one tiny triumph.
“Uhm…” he began, immediately embarrassed, “I seem to have
forgot my towel”. Because he didn’t want her to think he was lying, he opened
his bag for her inspection.
For some reason,
she found this funny and started to chuckle. When he told her there was no
shower curtain in turned to a full laugh. She had a very nice laugh, when she
let it out, he noticed, and she was much prettier than he had thought at first.
With her hair coming down, and a smile, he found that she was rather attractive
indeed. It was at that moment he realized his situation…alone in her apartment
preparing for a shower.
It was embarrassing,
but also somewhat arousing. He hoped she didn’t notice that, and self
consciously moved his bag to his waist.
“Well, I guess
we better get to it”, she said in her soft voice. She tended to speak in the
same way she felt, which was small and a little overwhelmed. When she was
designing at work it didn’t matter how quiet she was, but now she felt a little
awkward by it. She felt that something was happening here, but wasn’t quite
sure what. And neither she nor Joseph seemed much like they were going to seize
the moment.
That little
revelation came as she walked with Joseph to the bathroom. It was a one-bedroom
apartment, and the bathroom, though roomy, with a door to the hall and a second
to the bedroom, was the only bathroom. With no curtains hung on the windows
(another thing on the list of undone items for the complaint letter she’d never
write), it was also the only room with any privacy to it.
“Better get out
of these clothes, I guess”, Joseph said finally. He caught her eyes while he
said it, and for a moment they opened up to him, and something inside him
relaxed.
Anne found
herself looking up at his eyes when he spoke, and the tension and the stress
finally released. The day was both surreal and ridiculous, but that moment
seemed to just fit. She likened it to the way a design would come together from
a sketch in a random moment of clarity.
She wanted to
say something, but his eyes seemed to say that he understood. They were two
awkward people, both easily embarrassed, in a ridiculous situation. They were
neither one confident of their own attractiveness, but attracted to each
other.
Without talking,
Joseph opened the bathroom door and went in…leaving the door open behind him.
He sat his bag on the counter, next to the sink. His back was to her, modestly,
but he began to unbutton his shirt while also kicking his wet shoes off. In his
mind, he scolded himself in passing for wandering her apartment with wet shoes,
but the situation undid that thought as quickly as it came.
Anne, after
draping the 4 hand towels neatly on the edge of the counter, likewise
began to take of her muddy clothing. Somehow by mutual mental consent they both
ignored the mirror, continuing a pretense of modesty. Still, her eyes were
unafraid to watch him as she undressed.
Still, with no
words at all passing between them, but working in a quiet way that never seemed
to interfere with one another they both ended up
naked, standing back-to-back as Joseph turned on and adjusted the water. Anne
felt a moment of embarrassment and considered running, but determining that
that was likely far, far worse than this, she resolved not to think about it.
She stepped into
the tub as steam started swirling around the bathroom.
They turned
almost in tandem to see each other, Anne offering the bar of soap, and shampoo
from her overnight bag. She was amazed to see that without his shirt on he
wasn't soft or overweight at all, with a nice fuzzy patch of chest hair a
couple of shades darker than that on his head, and a trim waist past still
tight abs. She blushed, but couldn't help but look further, but for the moment
skipped over his genitals. He had long legs, with a light coating of hair, but
not too much. His calves had the muscular look of someone who ran or bicycled a
lot, his feet weren't huge, and he kept his toenails trimmed. She quickly
looked back to his face, realizing that she was once again noticing minutiae
"Wow!' she thought as she noticed his big, open gray eyes and his slightly
embarrassed grin.
Joseph noticed
that she was looking at him, and found himself less embarrassed than he thought
he would be. She didn’t seem disappointed, or disinterested. He tried to
concentrate on her eyes, deep brown, big in an open way, and very pretty. Like
all of her, her face was delicate and petite and attractive without being
distracting.
As her hair
became matted down in the spray of the shower, he followed it down her neck
where it fell both in front of and behind her left shoulder. He couldn’t help
but let his gaze continue downward.
Anne was slight,
perhaps just over five feet tall. Her shoulders were delicate; her arms thin
with small hands. The curve of her body was definite, with a narrow waist over
gently curved hips. Her legs were smooth, not muscular but neither wasted thin
nor carrying extra weight. She might weigh 110 pounds.
At last he had
to acknowledge that she was feminine in ways that he was trying to avoid
thinking about, considering the situation and that they had hardly met. But as
his eyes wandered the outside curve of her hip and across her flat tummy they
fell down the natural v of her waist to her vagina. She was, he was vaguely
aware, a neat person, and so he was not surprised but instead enraptured by her
hairless cleft. He had, in fact, never seen a woman shaved bare, and he felt
immediately certain that she was quite beautifully designed. Water ran between
her pink lips, dripping into the tub rapidly. He felt immediate response in his
own groin, and raised his eyes away. They slid up her stomach, to her
breastbone, noticing that he could just see her lowest rib, and alighted onto
her small, round breasts. Although small, they fit her well, round and even
with small pink nipples tight from the cold air. Each nipple was gently sized,
standing just above areolas no bigger than a nickel. He was gripping the soap
firmly, because his hands wanted desperately to touch her. And, he was both
grinning slightly with excitement but embarrassed to be staring. He was also
completely erect.
Very softly,
almost a whisper, she said, “Will you share the soap?”
Anne was pleased
to notice him looking at her, in a kind of unconscious way. What she noticed
consciously was that he was squeezing the life out of her poor bar of soap. But
when she reached to take it from him it managed to slip and drop to the floor.
Anne automatically bent to reach for it, and found herself at eye level with
his engorged shaft.
Anne wasn’t a
virgin, she’d experimented in high school, but after a couple of fumbling,
attempts in the dark, in a car with her boyfriend she’d decided sex was highly
over-rated. She’d certainly never spent
any time looking at a man’s equipment. But now, face-to-face so to speak, she
was fascinated. The skin was stretched smooth and shiny, like satin, and the
tip was engorged, almost purple. It stood proudly, pointing upwards and a
little bit out, with his rounded balls hanging below, slightly furred and
pulled up against his body from the cool air despite the warm shower.
Anne forgot her
pursuit of the bar of soap, and half-reached for him, still caught in open
admiration. She pursed her lips slightly, wondering what it would be like to
kiss the tip, run her tongue along the delineation between the head and the
shaft, what his balls would feel like in her small hands. Anne realized that
she was slightly breathless, and mentally shook herself out of her reverie and
stood up.
Joseph really
liked the way her ass curved as she bent over in front of him, which did
nothing to lessen the hardness of his penis. It made it worse. She stood up,
without the soap, with a bit of a far off look to her eye. When their eyes
locked, desire was very clear, but also hesitation.
Without forethought
he knelt down and grabbed up the soap from where it rested by her tiny left
foot. Nearly slipping, his right hand hold the soap, he balanced himself on the
only thing available…her right leg, just above the knee.
Her skin was
incredibly soft, but when he touched her he felt a shiver run across her skin.
A brief glance at her intimacy, her labia clearer with arousal, and then he
stood up, his hand staying against her skin, sliding up her thigh and resting
at the top of her hip, comfortably.
“Your cold”, he
said. “Turn and get under the water”.
She did as he
said, turning demurely towards the wall, brushing past him her back to his
front. His erection slid across the top of her ass, dropping for a moment, her
hesitating, just into the place where her legs began to part. When she
completed the turn he had forgotten to step back, and they found themselves
inches apart, face to face. Close enough that they could feel each other’s body
heat, and they were both feeling the desire that generated it.
Their eyes were
all that spoke, locked with each other. Joseph may have tried to hand her the
soap, and she may have said something about just dropping it again.
And then, hands
covered in suds, and gripping the bar tightly, Joseph began to wash Anne’s
skin.
He marveled at
the texture, so soft and velvety, so different from his own. He noticed the
warmth and when he looked at her he saw her mouth slightly open as she breathed
slightly unevenly.
Anne looked at
Joseph, maintaining eye contact while he began soaping her skin, touching her
all over, first her arms, then her chest, down to her breasts, which were more
sensitive than usual, with her nipples hard little buds pressing out against
his hands. The slightly rough texture of his workman’s hands excited her and
sent her skin tingling all over. He reached her waist and she panted, and
raised her arms to brace herself, and held onto his shoulders. He broke the eye
contact and bent slightly to wash her hips, then her thighs, and then he knelt
and lifted one dainty foot to wash her calf and foot.
Anne took this
opportunity to look at him, more fully noticing. He had broad shoulders and
smooth skin on his back, with a small birthmark above his right butt cheek. She
ran her hands down his muscular arms, feeling the muscles moving under her
hands as he soaped her skin. Almost unable to take anymore, she leaned back
with her head back into the water; let it cascade through her hair and down her
body, washing away all the suds.
Almost
unconsciously she turned, allowing him to wash her back. She noticed that he
paid special attention to her ass, as if he couldn’t keep his hands off.
Then she took
the bar of soap, which had firm fingerprints in it by now, softened by the
water. Lightly, like a butterfly, her hands started returning the favor,
washing his broad shoulders, which she had to stand on tip-toe to reach,
washing the patch of hair on his chest, loving the feel of the coarse hairs
between her fingers. She ran the palm of one hand across his nipple, and
noticed him almost flinch as it hardened. Anne lowered her hand, across his
abdomen, and then skittered over to his trim thighs, not quite daring … yet.
She washed his legs, feeling the hard, muscular strength under her fingers.
Then she turned him around, washing down his back, and to the top curve of his
buttocks, she hesitated slightly, and sucked in a deep breath. Then she grabbed
his ass in both of her tiny hands, massaging gently as she soaped. He might
have made a small noise, but she kept up and then reached around him, and
gently brushed across his penis, before then grabbing it in her hand, with her
hands around his waist. Joseph did gasp then, and Anne dropped her hands
suddenly, afraid that she’d hurt him.
As she dropped
her hands, Joseph caught them gently. It had been a while since he had been
touched in this way, and a gasp of pleasure didn’t seem to have come out right.
He didn’t move her hands, although his desire almost demanded the attention.
Instead he leaned back just enough that she could tell he did not want her to
stop. Her hands settled for a moment on his thighs, and Anne pulled herself
against him. He could feel every inch of her flesh where it touched him, but
especially her taunt nipples against his back. He closed his eyes, hoping for
the chance to place each one in his mouth, to lick around the tip, tug gently
with his teeth, and pull her breast in to his mouth. But like any dream, he was
reluctant to move, afraid to wake up and find himself
home alone.
When her hands
returned to him, one was holding him timidly by the shaft of his penis, the
other cupping his balls and rolling them between her fingers, taking in their
texture and their weight. He made a noise, uncontrolled, but this time she was
less surprised, and took it for what it was…pleasure. Her hand slid up and she
took the head of his penis between thumb and forefinger, rubbing around the
opening and along the edge of the glans.
He realized
quickly that it would not take much more of this for him to climax. She was
inexperienced, he could guess by her shyness, but so was he, and her hands
massaging his scrotum and stroking him slowly were sending him quickly over the
edge.
Joseph reached
behind himself with his left hand, turning as he did so. She adjusted her
hands, but she seemed fascinated with his reactions and his noises. His hand
slid up her wet stomach, cupping her right breast and teasing her tiny but hard
nipple, tugging at it enough to distend her small round tit and elicited a gasp
of her own.
He leaned
forward, unable to resist, and kissed her full on the mouth. Their lips were
hot, their breath hotter, and as their tongues met it was like fire. Both of
his hand slid down her waist, cupping her tight buttocks, and he easily lifted
her weightless body up onto his. Anne wrapped her legs around his hips
instinctively, and he pressed her against the shower wall.
Anne gasped, her
arms wrapping around his back and her nails clawing him passionately. He
pressed her against the tile, warmed by the steam of the shower yet cold
compared to the heat of her body, and her back arched, pressing her bare vagina
against his pelvis, the shaft of his penis pressed between her buttocks,
teasing passed her anus. She clenched without thought, gripping him, and
pressing her clitoris into his pelvic bone. Joseph could feel her labia spread
slightly against his skin, her tiny nub rubbing against his skin, and the
wetness that came from her was so much different and so much better than the
water from the shower.
She was so light
that he could hold her onto him with one hand, freeing the other to slide up
her chest and across her neglected left breast. He marveled and the softness
and shape, realizing instantly that this small mound was superior to every
oversized boob job he’d seen in movies. His had continued upward, caressing her
neck and tilting her head back so that he could kiss her even deeper, his
tongue and hers furiously mating.
Anne had
sometime been embarrassed by how wet she became when aroused. She imagined
herself as a faucet, and those few men (boys really) that she had been with had
often seemed less than happy. But in the shower she felt less self conscious,
even though she knew that Joseph must have noticed. But it seemed to arouse him
more. He pulled her against him, letting her rub against him while the head of
his penis played between her ass cheeks.
Joseph felt a
tingle rising from the base of his penis, and a tightening of his balls. Unable
to wait any longer he pulled his hips back slightly, letting the head of his
penis find the bottom of her lips. Slick with her moisture, he slid slowly
forward, languishing in her hot, wet, but tight hole. He slid inside as deeply
as he could, her body wrapped around him so tight he was breathless, her
fingers dug into his back and her teeth biting his neck. She let out what
sounded like a cry, and he felt her fluids wash the head of his penis buried
deep in her womb, the walls of her vagina gripping his penis like a vice. It
was too much to bear.
He exploded,
releasing deep inside her, neither moving as he his balls emptied, a dozen
contractions laden heavy with cum. So full it felt as if he would be pushed out
of her, except she held him so tight, her legs like steel, that
he could not have moved even if he’d tried. The stood there for a long time,
with Josephs penis slowly going soft inside her.
The water was
beginning to go cold. He smiled at her, and she at him, and he stepped from the
shower, still holding her against him. He sat her on the counter and finally
relented to sliding out of her. His cum had mixed with hers, and rose between
her labia, with the slightest drip falling onto the counter-top.
Volumes were
spoken with their eyes, but Joseph was the first to speak. His turn to barely
whisper…
“Wow”.
End Chapter One,
Chapter Two to follow
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