Chapter 3

Ann Marshall wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, smoothed out her long black hair, and gazed around the room. Everything looked perfect, she thought to herself. It had taken a long time to move all of her furniture and belongings into her new condo, but the job was finally finished. She was about to head for the shower when the doorbell rang.

She swung the door open and there stood a young woman with short, black hair and coal black eyes, wearing a tight, red dress and black, high-heeled shoes. "Hello," greeted the woman. "My name is Becky Scott, I'm the manager of this building. I just want to welcome you and to make sure that everything is all right with the apartment. I see you've moved everything in already."

"Yes, I've just finished bringing in the furniture. Everything seems in order except for the garbage disposal. I'd appreciate it if you could send someone up to fix it."

"I'll be glad to," Becky replied. "If you ever need anything or if you ever have any questions just let me know. I'll be glad to help." She smiled at

Ann, then turned and walked away.

"Well, now for a bath," Ann said out loud.

After drawing a tub of hot water, she lowered herself into it and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a long day and she was tired. She examined her body with her hands. At thirty-five years old and recently divorced, she was now all alone and on her own. She did not regret leaving her husband, for they were constantly fighting and arguing with each other, and it had become unbearable for her to live with him. However, she missed his hands on her body, and the way he used to make love to her. She longed for his throbbing cock deep inside of her pussy.

She explored her body moving her hands over her big tits, her flat stomach, and her soft, moist cunt. She probed her pussy with two fingers, while thinking about her future.

She would have to look for a job tomorrow. Things wouldn't be as easy for her now. She would have to support herself and learn to be independent.

Spreading her legs wide, she inserted her fingers deeper into her cunt. A small cry escaped her lips. Slowly and deliberately, she explored the deep recesses of her long, dark pussy. Her hips writhed in rhythm to her fingers, and she knew that she was ready to come.

Her hungry pussy was on fire. The doorbell brought her back to reality.

"Shit," she yelled in frustration. "I was so close." She stepped out of the tub, pulled on her panties and an old shirt, and ran to the door.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"I'm the janitor. I've come to fix your garbage disposal."

She opened the door and stood facing a tall, blond, muscular, young man, dressed in a while tee-shirt and tight blue jeans.

"Come in," she said with a smile. She led him into the kitchen and watched as he repaired the broken disposal. "You don't look like a janitor," she said.

"I just do this part-time," he said. "I go to school at night. I'm studying to be a computer programmer."

She studied him from head to toe as he worked, marveling at his strong shoulders and huge chest, and the large bulge in his tight jeans.

"It should work all right now," he said, "I'm sure I fixed it." He put away his tools and rose to leave.

"Great," she said, then hastily added. "Why don't you stay and have a cup of coffee? I've got a fresh pot already made."

"Sure I'd love to," he said. He followed her over to the kitchen table and sat down.

He couldn't help but notice her long, beautiful legs and her big tits.

The top buttons of her shirt were open and when she leaned over to pour his coffee, she gave him an unobstructed view of her exposed tits. In a glance, his eyes took in her smooth, ripe tits. The pink nipples beckoned enticingly. He looked into her hungry eyes and remarked, "You've got a gorgeous body."

His eyes now followed the curve of her hips and her shapely ass, barely covered by her old shirt. He could control himself, no longer. He removed the coffee pot from her hand and set it on the table. Next, he sat her on the edge of the table, ripped open her shirt, and buried his face in her lush tits, biting and kissing them fiercely. Ann clamped her arms around his head and drew him to her tightly. Sighing deeply, he yanked her panties down to her ankles, and she kicked her legs free and spread them wide.