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Subject: {ASSM} Moving Teresa (MF, Straight)
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Date: Thu, 23 Apr 2009 06:10:02 -0400
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Teresa, a co-worker of mine, asked me to help her move. She's 30ish,
divorced, with a daughter, and cute as hell. That Friday, we rode the
bus to her place in North Seattle. The bus was mostly empty, and the
trip lasted about an hour. We sat across from one another.

I read, and when I had the chance, glanced at her. She wore a lime-
green light flannel shirt with small flowers, and a pair of jeans. A
little drab. She should have tried a little harder. She has a pretty
face. At 5-4", she's generally skinny and round in places like her
thighs and a little in the stomach. Her ass filled out nicely. Her
hair's a long corn-silk red.

We got off the bus and walked side by side. It was about six o'clock,
late in the summer. The sun was still out and the air was warm.

"So, why did you move to Seattle?" She was from Kentucky.

"I always wanted to live in a big city," she said in her twangy
accent. "Small towns don't treat divorced women very well."

"Met many people?"

She shook her head.

"It's a full time job taking care of a daughter by yourself. Friends
become less important."

"I'll take your word for that."

She smiled and lowered her head. The sun shined on it.

Her place was a guest-house in the back of a worn down lot. I greeted
her daughter, and got down to work. We did good time loading the
station wagon. Teresa was moving into the back of an apartment house
in a nicer part of town. We made runs back and forth, loading and
unloading, stacking boxes in the new place

It was hard work, like moving always is. I enjoyed watching her grunt
and huff, as she carried boxes too heavy for her. Her face reddened,
and her forehead got damp from sweat. She worked as hard as me. I
glimpsed an ass crack from pants shifting down her hips.

After a few hours, she went off with her daughter to get some pizza.
Payment for the work.

"You should stay here and relax. We'll be right back."

Birds were flying, people were walking their dogs. You could hear kids
playing in the neighborhood. I lit up a cigarette and waited on the
cement steps in the back.

I thought about her ass, and how cute she was. Shame about the kid.
She interfered with my fantasies. Maybe her dad took her on week-ends.

After half an hour, Teresa came back with a pizza box and a Pepsi 2-
liter. I hate Pepsi.

Teresa smiled. She seemed more relaxed.

Damn she was beautiful.

We went inside. We sat at a small table with a red and white checkered
cloth. She put out some disposable plates and glass cups for us. We
ate, exchanged some 'thank yous' and 'any-times'. When we were half
done, she noticed it was getting late. She excused herself and they
went into the kid's bedroom.

The 'mom' came out minutes later. I told her I was ready to leave any
time she wanted to kick me out. I kept eating.

"Mind if I do some laundry?" She asked. Work was never done, it
appeared.

Her washing machine was in the split level below, past the kitchen.
The rest of her apartment was down there.

"I like your new place better."

"Yeah. It's going to be better for us here." She busied herself with
the dryer. "I'm paying more, but it's a better school-- a better place
to raise a kid."

I nodded.

She asked for a minute, and went in to check on her kid. On her way
back, she stopped by the bathroom. She came out in a black tank top.
Her small tits hung lower -- sexy without a bra. Her hair was pulled
up.

I got up and stood by the door.

On her way to the other side of the kitchen table, she brushed her ass
against me. I felt its firm squishiness, her warmth, and had a good
whiff of her sweet musky sweat. Damn it.

"Want the pizza? I know where it's heading." She poked her thigh with
her finger.

She was a few feet away from me, wrapping the stuff in aluminum.

"Thanks again for the help. I was kind of running out of time. Remind
me no to pack so much," she said.

She walked by again. I stepped back to let her pass.  Her ass grazed
past me. And then she planted a kiss on my mouth. She had to leap for
it. I dropped my hand down on the edge of a small shelf and almost
tipped it over.

She put her hands on her hips.

"How much do I have to grind on you, before you react?"

"A lot."

I bent over and kissed her on the lips. I kept my face there. She
moved her small mouth over mine. Her eyes were closed and she wrapped
her arms around me.

I blurted out "I'm not going anywhere, am I?"

"I think you may want to run." She looked at me with doleful eyes.

She resumed kissing me, pecking at my mouth.. I took her by her
shoulders and moved my hands down to her wrists. I felt her shiver.
She grabbed for my fingers. Her hands were small but not delicate. She
moved mine to her back.

"You like that?" She guided me to her ass. " I see you peeking all the
time. Like today on the bus." She gripped my hands firmly. I gritted
my teeth and snickered.

She whispered into my ear, "Come on, touch it."

She opened my fingers and had me palming her jeans. She kept looking
at me, like she knew she was going to end up getting fucked. Her eyes
were eager. Her white teeth showed thru her small mouth.

I looked at her daughter's bedroom door.

"Don't worry about her. She's out."

She pushed me back onto the table. Her kissing was furious. She
welcomed my tongue. She sucked it into her mouth.

My dick was pulsing into full life.

"Damn," I blurted out.

She smiled at me. "Too much?"

"No," I said. Yes.

"Come over here."

She led me into the dark living room. There was a small two seater
sofa, and the boxes I had helped move. We made a place next to some of
her laundry. I fell back on the sofa. She fell on top of me, arms
around my back. She was lighter than I thought. I smelled the fabric
softener.

We held each other in the dark. Her breath warmed my face, my cock was
hard. Her warm legs reminded me of what she had between them.

She clicked on a table lamp. I moved forward and she took off my t-
shirt.

She pulled away and grabbed her tank top cross-armed and yanked it
over her head.

Her hair jumped. The breasts bounced down. Small, pert, pink, with
wide swollen buds, like vanilla wafers. Just like I had imagined.

She sat on my crotch, a proud look in her eyes. A conquest. She thrust
her warm body forward, pleading me to suck her tits. I slurped one
into my mouth. It was the softest, warmest, smoothest I had ever
tasted. They were also very salty.

Her ass hovered over my crotch. I yearned for the pressure of her butt
on my cock.

She grabbed my head and kissed me.

We grabbed for each other and our naked chests smashed against each
other. My hairy chest pressed against her smooth skin.

I reached down and played with her jean buttons. She interrupted me.

"Wait."

She stood up, unbuttoned her pants, and turned away. She wanted to
show me her ass. She tugged, struggled, and pulled down her jeans and
purple panties together. Her butt crack turned into delicious pounds
of pink flesh. She paused. I took it in. She smiled.

She knew what she had and what she was doing to me.

The next part was surprising. She slowly turned to face me. She was
hairier than hell. It was wonderful. Red curling hairs, bushy curls
that swirled like some Van Gogh painting.

I looked in awe. Mouth wide open. She let out a laugh.

She spread her legs to give me a fuller view. Her pink meaty pussy
lips protruded through the field of curls. Her smile drove me crazy.
What a beautiful cunt.

She fell down on me, fully naked. I massaged, smoothed, mauled,
pinched and man-handled her ass. I felt for shape, firmness, and
smoothness. I closed my eyes and explored her curves and felt for the
shape of her ass. I fingered her hairy bush. She gave me time.

Her skin goose-dimpled. She hovered, open-mouthed on my cheek.

Her tongue shot through her lips and into my ear. I turned to face
her. We kissed and licked each other.

"Come on," she said.

Her fingers unbuttoned and pulled my pants down to my knees. I shook
them off. I maneuvered my cock to her cunt. The hairs trapped my head.
Her pussy came down, and I pushed into her, but it was no use. The
hair was in the way.

Her hands reached down. She smiled. My cock slipped in.

It was was hot and tight. I pushed in and out.

"I'm on the sponge, come inside of me."

She held me close, as I thrust into her. Soon, to my surprise, she
came and shuddered.

She closed her eyes and put her face into my neck.

"Thank you."

"Let it out," I told her.

She whispered, "It's been too long."

"It's O.K."

I came inside of her. My cock pumped long and good.

She got off of me and sat right next to me. The sofa sagged. She
laughed, and put her arm on my shoulder. We kissed. She rested her
head on me and I stroked her hair.

"Let me take you home."

We got dressed and she turned off the lights.

It was late. Teresa drove. We listened to some jazz music. We didn't
say much. She drove over the bridge. There were few cars out, and she
did about 70. I looked at her and she looked at me and we laughed.

"Thanks for tonight," I said.

"Thanks for helping me move. I'll see you on Monday?" She asked, not
sure of what came next.

"8:00 o'clock," I said.

We arrived at my house.

"Can I call you?"

She found a pen and game me her number on a receipt.

I leaned over and kissed her lower lip. She bit it lightly. I shut the
car door and walked up to my house.

I walked in, used the bathroom and slipped into my bed.

"What took you so long?" My wife asked, half asleep.

"It was more work than I thought."

"Was she any good?"

"She was nice. Big bush, nice tits."

"Really?" She asked.

"How was your guy, Antonio?"

"Mexican, uncircumcised 7 inches. Good technique. I think I'm
pregnant."

"Ha, ha."

"Come here." She said..

I gripped her hands and dived into her arms. I grabbed for her bare
naked pussy and got a good clutch grip. I got one finger in, and
stroked her clit. She closed her legs on my hand.

"I'll have you meet her."

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