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Anne and Joseph Chapter 3 of ? (3 completed)
[Zakai Akiva
and Zakia Akiva] (MF, cons, rom)
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Joseph was a wreck.
On the surface all was fine, he supposed. He wasn’t late for
work, and the Property Manager had commented on his great attitude. His reports
were all done, he’d finished his homework, cleaned the shack…
Basically he was going nuts.
He was doing anything he could to distract himself from checking out the
window to see if Anne was back from work. He was worried sick thinking she
might not stop to say hello, or speak to him…that she would regret the whole
night they had just had. He could taste
her, smell her, and hear her whisper-like voice everywhere. Not to mention the
total arousal that he was suffering all day. Ok, truthfully suffering was not
the right word. Last night had been like a dream, and mostly he was just
worried that he had woke up and it’s all gone.
She had said she’d be home about five…they even had plans.
She hadn’t exactly done a lot of unpacking last night! So, he was going to help
her with that, moving furniture and the like. It meant skipping class again,
but, that was a pretty low priority for him anyway.
After all, Joseph was a professional slacker mostly, just
coasting through life waiting for something. Four years on a two-year degree
ought to prove that. For the first time, however, he was a little embarrassed
by that. Anne was clearly educated and successful. What would he offer her? She
had mentioned the company she worked for, a big multi-national. She was an
artist in their design and planning department, 18th floor, with a
small interior office. They had chatted amiably about it over breakfast, which
implied that he wasn’t dreaming, but still he wasn’t entirely convinced. In any
case, he’d been in that building for a job interview…more security, of course,
and it was mostly cubicles, so having her own office meant she was someone
important there. He wasn’t surprised by that, though, since having just met her
he had found her on top of his important people list.
He had gotten a brief distraction about
It was five-seventeen when she drove up. His heart
immediately started beating like the bass drum at a Metallica
concert. He hadn’t really expected her until five-thirty or later, so even
though he was watching the clock, he wasn’t really ready for her to arrive. He
knew he was a little flushed and breathless, and he tried not to rush out to
her car, but did anyway.
When he saw her face, her smile, her eyes, all happy to see
him, a huge weight lifted. His gaze landed on her sweet lips, and a whole knew
set of emotions filled him.
Anne had had a long day. She’d thought that this morning she
would have died of mortification to discover that she had spent the whole night
asleep, naked and sticky from sex on her living room floor with 2 pillows and a
couple of quilts. But instead, she felt a sense of satisfaction, and comfort.
She’d gotten up, and they’d gone across the street to a little Mom and Pop
place and had a quiet breakfast,. Then Anne had gone
to work.
She was almost afraid to go to work, but she was also
looking forward to it. She’d never behaved like she had last night, not with
anyone, ever. She’d been introduced to people, she’d been shown her new office,
just a tiny little interior space, no windows or anything, but it had a door
and an engraved placard with her name on it. She’d spent the day getting the
drafting table set up to her liking and meeting her new secretary. Well, hers
was a misnomer;;;; Gladys was a sixty-ish year-old grandmother who was a group secretary for six
other people in her immediate group.
She’d ordered the proper light bulbs for her lamps. And she’d spent a
lot of time doodling on paper—drawing hearts and J’s, and of all things little
dogs. She’ d
crumpled up several pieces of scrap paper, embarrassed that she was acting like
a junior high schooler.
Driving up to the complex, she wondered if Joseph would act
disinterested, or what. She was thrilled when he practically ran to her car.
Well, he would have except that he was also trying to wiggle his waistband into
a different position to hide his growing erection! Anne blushed, and leaned out the window for a
quick kiss.
When she leaned towards him, Joseph didn’t even hesitate to
kiss her. He’d wanted to do just that all day long. Their lips met and every
sensation from the preceding night dazzled his thoughts. It was a short kiss,
but warm, and it left him breathless.
Anne lingered in the window for a moment, lost as well.
He’d been off work since five, as apparent by his bag
already packed next to the door. She glanced at the seat beside her and he
grabbed the bag, rounded the car and got in next to her. They rode across the
parking lot in silence, with her concentrating on the route, trying to remember
the way, and he completely lost in looking at her. Her eyes, so earnest and
warm, behind wire frame glasses that sat on her pert little nose, fascinated
him. They seemed large, but not too big at all, even though almost everyone he
knew who wore glasses always seemed to have small eyes. Her cheeks were so
smooth, soft to the eye, and to the touch as well, he recalled, while absently
he reached over and touched her gently, just brushing with his fingertips. Her
lips were terribly cute, with her slightly down-turned mouth, set in
concentration. Her chin was soft and feminine, and her neck was thin and
delicate. Her ears were small, mostly hidden behind her hair, but his fingers
brushed it back so he could stroke the lobe. She had two holes for pierced
earrings, but wasn’t wearing any.
Anne kept thinking that she was going to get lost, or crash
the car into a dumpster or something, they way Joseph kept touching her, and
staring at her. She almost let herself go down the thought-path of self-deprecation
when she thought. “I’m going to keep a positive outlook this time, this is a
great guy, and he doesn’t seem embarrassed to be with me either.”
She miraculously found her way to her door without getting
lost or hitting any stationery objects. She parked, and almost before she could
get out, Joseph had gotten out, grabbed his duffle bag and was opening her
door. After she got out he helped her over the curb and even reached into the
back of the car, where he must’ve smelled the Chinese food she’d picked up on
the way home.
Anne unlocked the door, and went in, her eyes darting
immediately to their little bed from last night, again feeling her cheeks
redden. But she decided not to let it get the better of her, and headed for the
larger of the two bedrooms. She’d noticed last night that the mattress, box
springs and frame for her bed were in there, which was a start. So, she went in
there, and sat down on a box, catching her breath and trying to concentrate on
where she was going to put things. She
was exquisitely aware of the noises of Joseph in the other bedroom- both doors
in the connecting bathroom were open, and while she couldn’t quite see him, she
could hear boxes being moved, and his breathing, still even, but deeper than
before. She could imagine the muscles on his back contracting as he bent down,
and across his broad shoulders as he reached to pick up a box, the way his butt
rounded as he bent over, and she wanted to cup it in her hands.
Anne shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She stood
up and started looking at the labels on the boxes—the movers had put her
kitchen things in the bedroom, her bathroom supplies in the living room, her computer in the kitchen, and there was one box she was
pretty sure wasn’t even hers!!
She moved boxes around a bit, clearing space and finding the
drawers to her bureau, which were underneath boxes. She pushed all the boxes labeled clothes over
to one corner of the bedroom and shuffled the rest out. Then she turned to go
get Joseph, and found him right there, looking at her. He’d stripped off his
shirt as he worked, and she could see that his chest hair was just slightly
damp, and the flat muscles across his abdomen were damp and shiny. She wanted
to run her hands through that hair, and nuzzle her mouth against his neck,
inhaling the musky odor that was him, nipping slightly along his neck and then
hungrily kiss him.
Anne was definitely looking hungry, he thought, and grinned.
He took her hand, and she clenched his, and then he turned suddenly and pulled
her along out to the front of the apartment.
“How’s that?”, he asked.
Joseph had seen last night how badly taken she’d been by the
movers. They didn’t seem to care where they put anything, and many of the boxes
looked abused. The saving grace was that Anne seemed to be very well organized,
and all of her boxes were very neatly labeled. So, with only a little effort,
he had moved things about and set up the dining room table. It was a small
table, wooden, a light color, with only two chairs that he could find. But he
had founded dishes, silverware, and glasses, which he had set out neatly for
two.
Anne paused a moment, appreciative at the unexpected
thoughtfulness. It didn’t decrease her desire to kiss him at all, so when she
turned and found him preparing to button the shirt he’d put back on, she boldly
reached forward, part the shirt with her hands while running her fingers
through his chest hair. She leaned up and into him, and his head lowered and
returned the kiss she planted on him. Their lips met, opening to let tongues
explore, sharing hot breath. Joseph dropped the sides of the shirt, leaving it
hanging, and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up off the floor and
pressing her tightly against his body. They were lost for several moments, but
then, reluctantly they released each other, until only fingertips touching and
eyes held to each other, they simply smiled.
“Cold pizza is great, and all, but cold Chinese is a
different thing”, he stated with a grin. He clearly wasn’t complaining about
the order of how things happened last night! His desire for her, in fact, was
an almost physical element in the air, a scent to her, which left Anne blushing
and demurely moving to her seat. Joseph was there immediately, holding it out
as if they were at an expensive restaurant. He served her food, whatever she
asked, and poured her soda over ice. Small gestures, perhaps, but he tried to
deliver each with care.
Anne felt truly spoiled. Joseph was attentive, without
making her feel waited upon entirely, it was a shared meal. He also made good
conversation, which helped since Anne could barely think straight. She was sure
she’d never been this aware of her own sexuality. She could feel minor twinges
through her pussy, and the wetness soaking into her panties. She could feel her
nipples, hard and straining against the soft cotton of her bra. Every time she
moved, she could feel a change somewhere, she could feel Joseph’s eyes on her,
and remembered his hands on her last night. She was certain she spent the
entire meal with her cheeks flushed, and one hand clenched in the fabric of her
skirt to prevent it finding the center of her pleasure and easing the ever
building tension inside her body.
Joseph had been trying to take things slowly and carefully.
He still had no idea how last night happened but he desperately did not want to
ruin this good thing. Despite his best intentions, he wanted her now! He could
see her arousal, from the rapid beating of her heart displayed in the small
veins of her neck to the slight shaking of her hands as they ate or the one
hand she held clenched under the table. He could almost taste her arousal, and
hear it in her voice despite her whispering quality. As they neared the end of
the meal, though, his mind was growing increasingly muddled by his desire to
feel her arousal. He wanted his hands on her breasts and on her perfect ass, he
wanted his mouth on hers, and he wanted inside of her, hot and wet and tightly
drawing him to explode inside of her.
She had set the napkin that she had daintily wiped her mouth
with down, signaling that she was as full as she wished to be. He immediately
rose to take her dishes away. He couldn’t have hidden his erection if he had
tried to, but he was not thinking much anyway. Anne rose, gathering the
silverware, going through the motions of normalcy but feeling as if she was
swimming in her own wetness. Seeing his hands were full she darted ahead of him
to open the dishwasher. She bent over just slightly, far enough to drop the
utensils in their little basket. Her ears registered the sound of the dishes
being sat on the counter, but her reaction was slow. She was almost confused by
what came next.
Joseph grabbed her, one hand on each of her arms between
shoulder and elbow, and lifted her to his height, spinning her and pressing her
roughly against the refrigerator. It rocked backward noisily as they kissed
hungrily. Anne’s legs wrapped around his waist with a vice like grip, demanding
more of him against her. Her weight better supported easily on his hips, one
hand reached and grabbed her by the back of the head, tangled in her hair,
turning her so that his kisses became deeper than she’d ever experienced. The
other hand pressed up under her shirt, sliding her bra up and across already
sensitive nipples so that he could cup her breast in his palm, taking her hard
little nipple into his fingertips.
Anne reached down, trying to fumble open his belt, and the
fastenings on his pants, but failing completely, all she managed was to untuck the end of his belt from it’s loop. She was
scrambling, pulling at his shirt, trying to feel the coarse hairs against her
ultra-sensitive nipples, contracted down as tight as they’d go into hard little
knobs.
She finally managed to undo his belt, and popped the button
right off his pants, tearing the zipper down in the same movement. Frantically
she pushed his pants and underwear down off his ass, while he fumbled with her
skirt, shoving it up to her waist, and pulling her soaked panties off entirely.
Then Joseph nearly dropped Anne, with his feet tangled in his pants,
caught around his ankles, but it just landed her fully, deeply seated on his
turgid shaft. Anne screamed, wordlessly and Joseph nearly lost control as he
felt the muscles inside her squeeze at having the full length and width of his
cock accepted without notice, but she was wet and ready. After taking a deep
breath and trying to concentrate Joseph braced one hand against the
refrigerator and slammed home again, setting a hard, frantic pace which Anne
matched perfectly, her nails digging little half-moons into his shoulder and
ass as if trying to pull him in entirely.
But, even as light as she was, he couldn’t support her
weight entirely, so he pulled out, and flipped her over the kitchen island
behind them, flipping her skirt up over her back, and entering her from behind
this time.
Anne didn’t know what to think when Joseph pulled out and
turned her over, she was at a loss feeling empty from him removing himself
without warning, and she was eager to have him back inside her. As she felt his
incredibly hard penis against her ass, and then as he guided it back inside her
sopping wet pussy, she arched back against him.
His thrusts were rapid fire and primal, sweat
pouring off his body as he buried himself completely inside her. The
head of his penis hitting against her cervix, she push herself against him with
every thrust, wanting him deeper still. Her juices soaked his balls, and
covered his thighs, and everywhere it touched him he felt his nerves sing.
Anne arched back against him, one hand holding herself
upright, and the other reaching behind her furiously searching to squeeze his
ass. For his part, Joseph held her hip as he drove himself inside her, and with
his other hand he fondled, pressed, and pulled at her breast, flattening the
soft, tiny mound and alternately tugging it taunt by a nipple the size and
shape of a tiny pin. Her body too was covered in a slick sheen of sweat, and he
continuously lost his grip on her nipple, but driven on by her cries of
pleasure with each returned touch.
When Joseph began to cum, it was like a fire hose spraying
into a waterfall. Each heavy thrust, their bodies locked together, shaking,
their combined orgasms whipping their thought away completely. Anne fell
forward, exhausted, her bare breasts against the cool countertops, her tight
ass thrust into the air, her legs dangling too short for her tiny feet to touch
the floor. He staggered back, completely spent but unable and unwilling to
shake his gaze from her beautiful behind. From the top of her ass, sweat and
cum mixed, running in rivulets down her bare legs to the back of her knees. Her
pussy, still wet and swollen from their sex, was awash in white cum, dripping from
her labia. Her ass cheeks parted, her anus exposed, leaving her completely open
and vulnerable before him.
His muscles like putty, he staggered forward to take her in
his arms from behind. Her pulled her slick, exhausted body to his, and after
steadying himself for a moment, lifted her into his arms where she snuggled
like a tiny doll. The kissed, less frantic, even tenderly. Their eyes smoldered
with spent lust, warming to something like love.
Joseph carried her to their makeshift bed from the night before, and they laid there for awhile, his arms holding her protectively, her hands caressing him with affection deeper than she’d felt before. The slept soon after, for awhile.
End Chapter Three
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