It was Sunday afternoon, and I was ready. The apartment was neat and tidy again, and my laundry was clean, damp, and bagged by the front door. When Steve left last night, I wasn't thinking clearly enough to ask him what he would be wearing today, so I had no clear idea what I should wear. Indecision - I hate that. I settled for my burgundy cord pants, a sleeveless plaid ruffle top, and brown penny loafers.
Now, all that I needed was for Steve to call. Mmmm. Steve. I was looking forward to spending the afternoon with him, and I wanted to find out more about him. He was a puzzle. How could a hombre hermoso like that have slipped through all my sisters' fingers? He was big, muscular, clean-shaven, smart, and polite. ¡Ah Santa Maria! What was wrong with him that I didn't know about? Maybe he didn't have a job? I was determined to find out.
At last, the phone! “Hello?”
"Hi, Anna. It's Steve. I'm on my way."
“Oh. Okay. Do you remember how to get here?”
“I think so. I just passed Four Oh Four heading north. I make a right onto Redden Street, and you’re in the second apartment building in the complex on the left. Right?”
"Yes, Steve. That's correct."
“Cool. I’ll be there in about ten then.”
“Okay. See you soon. Bye.”
“Bye.”
The ten minutes passed slowly, but I finally heard a car pull into the apartment parking lot. I walked to the window, pulled back the curtain, and watched Steve remove a green trash bag of what had to be his dirty clothes from the trunk of his green Taurus. Stepping back from the window before Steve had a chance to look up and see me, I decided to wait for him at the front door, rather than make him ring the doorbell.
Big smile. "Hi, there! That didn't take long. Come in."
Steve held his green trash bag of laundry slung over his shoulder. "Hi, Anna. You're looking very fine today!" I was a little bit surprised to see he was dressed up to do his laundry, especially as he had been to Mass yesterday. He had on a yellow Oxford shirt with the long sleeves rolled up, and a button down collar that went well with his dark brown business slacks and shoes. Note to self: dress up for him.
As I closed the door behind him, he turned to me for direction. “Hold still for a moment.” I put my hands on either side of his head, raised up on tiptoe to him as I pulled him down to me, and gave him a big kiss. Then, “I wanted to start today off right. Now, follow me.”
We walked through the living room, past the bathroom, and into the laundry room – all right, it's a laundry niche, but it's better than shoehorning them into the kitchen as I've seen elsewhere. "Here you go, Steve; have at it. It's all yours. I did my laundry earlier."
I leaned against my dead clothes dryer to watch him start his laundry. For a guy, Steve took his laundry seriously. He took two baggies with detergent out first, put one on top of the dryer, emptied the other into the washer, selected Cold/Cold, and started the cycle. Impressed, I put the heels of my palms over the edge of the dryer and scooted my butt up on top to enjoy the show. He then methodically put just his colors in, returning the whites that fell out back to the trash bag. When all his colors were in, he carefully closed the lid to the washer, put the unopened baggie of detergent back into the now mostly empty trash bag, then turned and moved over in front of me.
I couldn’t resist razzing him a bit, “Not bad. Not bad at all. I half expected you to do everything in one load on Warm.” I ran my fingertips along his hairline, then down the sides of his face. He had shaved before coming over. Then I leaned forward and kissed him on the nose.
Steve smiled broadly. “Hell, Anna, that’s only part of it. After they’re dry, I iron my shirts and slacks.”
“Impressive!” I pointed at the timer beside my box of Tide. “I set the timer over there to go off ten minutes before the dryer gets done so that I can hang my blouses and pants up rather than iron them. Maybe I should have you do my laundry!”
"Hmmm." Steve scrunched his brows together while stroking his chin in imitation of ‘thinking it through.' "Well now, that sounds like an attractive proposition. Perhaps I could work you into my schedule. You realize, of course, that I would have to charge you a few small fees to cover my time and effort."
“’A few small fees’ eh? Wouldn’t that depend on what you call ‘small’? I mean, you wouldn’t try to stiff me in the exchange, would you?”
Steve put his hands on my hips. “Oh, I’m sure that if you put your, ah, head to it, you could come up with suitable compensation,” Steve deadpanned.
The fill cycle ended, and the soak cycle began. Steve said, “Excuse me,” moved back to the washer and opened the lid. Intrigued, I slid off the dryer, walked around behind him, and peered around down into the washer. Looked like a load of dirty clothes to me, but I guessed that checking up on the process was part of how Steve did his laundry.
As the load in the washer had passed inspection, he closed the lid again, looked down and said, “Oops. It looks like I spilled some of my Cheer on the floor.”
I followed his eyes to the floor and saw the powder there. Then I remembered, “Oh. You’re okay. I think that happened when I was washing my clothes this morning. I’ll sweep it up later.”
Steve turned around to face me, looked down at me all serious, put his hands back on my hips and said, “So where were we?”
Looking up into his face with all the innocence I could muster, I said, “As I recall, you were trying to stiff me when doing my laundry.”
Steve laughed at my lame joke, and that started me giggling, which got him laughing harder. Our laughter seemed to relax us both a bit, so I thought I would push a little and ask a more significant question.
“So Steve, now that you have been able to sleep on it, tell me what you think of our oral sex yesterday,” I said, carefully looking into his chest.
His response was a bit self-conscious but also revealed male pride. "In spite of my nervousness, I enjoyed it! Maybe not as much as you did, if you know what I mean, but I got off on it! Make no mistake; I was anxious at the beginning when you pulled me down off my chair. But your desire must have been contagious because as your directions became more explicit, I felt somehow that you were telling me something I wanted to do. As crazy as it may seem, I felt like I was doing something I already understood."
I reached up and picked some non-existent lint off his collar. “Just between you and me, Steve, you were marvelous. I only had to tell you what to do, not what to stop doing.” I slid my forefinger down his shirt and tapped his chest. “You showed remarkable empathy for a girl’s passions.”
Steve was gazing upwards as he relived going down on me yesterday evening. “When my mouth finally reached your pussy lips, you smelled wonderfully fresh.” He looked down at me. ”Do you put perfume or powder between your legs? Whatever it was, it was an inviting scent. You may remember that I breathed in deeply, inhaling your scent before moving down, just before my tongue found the place at the top where your lips begin?"
¡Maldicion! This conversation was starting to get to me. I was getting wet again, and I had no one to blame but myself, as I had asked him to tell me what he thought. "Umm, to tell the truth, Steve, I was kinda focused on my feelings just then, so I didn’t notice. But to answer your question, no, I don’t believe in using perfume or powder or ‘feminine hygiene sprays,' or any of the other crap that advertisers try to foist on the buying public. I did wash before Mass, so what you smelled was what a clean, fresh pussy is supposed to smell like." I smoothed the front of his shirt, a little bit embarrassed.
However, Steve was on a roll. “Remember when you grabbed my head? I could see and feel your stomach start to flex in and out, and not in rhythm with your breathing either. And your breathing was getting faster and faster too!” Now Steve was getting excited as he remembered the last moments before my orgasm. ”And while I was sucking your clit just like you told me, all the while I was thinking of how good you tasted and smelled. You got even wetter when you climaxed! Then when you called to me, I looked into your face; you were all flushed with color, and you were smiling with contentment." Then he looked down at me, and I saw that his face was flushed and that his eyes were glittering.