“Ha, Ha! Me and you see a movie. That’s rich.”
“You wouldn’t go to a movie with me, Raphael?”
“Yeah, I’d go. You mean like a chick flick or something?”
Anne laughed. She told him to kill time until she got off work at five. He was waiting in the parking lot. Anne strode across the pavement making her heels click on the hard surface, shaking her ass a little to make it bounce under her skirt, letting the skirt ride up her legs a little as she drove. Her underwear was in her purse. Her bare pussy naked as she drove. Nipples hard against her bra cups. God! He was filthy dirty, but she wanted to have him fuck her hard and deep. That would have to wait for after some soap and water.
They pulled into the garage and let the door down behind them. They had a pleasant if not slightly flirty conversation on the drive home.
“So, this is where we live.”
Anne waved her arms in the air. It looked like a mansion to Raphael. Well, it was a mansion, actually. She showed him around the lower level, but not upstairs where the main bedrooms were located.
“Come on downstairs. I’ll show you the guest bedrooms.”
Anne directed him to the one in the corner. There was laundry room next to one side and a common bath was between the two bedrooms.
“Let’s sort out your clothes and get them to washing. We’ll do light colors first. Let me have you underwear.”
“I don’t have underwear. Wouldn’t like to wear them if I did.”
Anne started a load of his dark clothes.
Anne got him a snack and something to drink in the large stainless steel kitchen with the restaurant grade appliances. They talked until the washer beeped letting her know to put the clothes in the dryer. In the laundry Anne had him take the colored clothes from his duffle to go in the washer.
“Might as well toss in the ones you are wearing, too.”
“I told you I don’t have on underwear.”
“Are you telling me I’d be the first to see you naked? Surely your mother and your ex-wife at the least I am sure. Who knows how many more?”
She seemed to be scolding him to get naked. He unbuttoned his shirt first and tossed it into the washer. Then took the belt from his pants and dropped them to the floor. He kept his back to her as they went into the machine.
“You might as well shower while your clothes wash.”
She stood away from the laundry. Raphael had to turn to go the the shower or feel like a fool walking backwards to the bath. Anne tried to act like it was no special deal as his cock slapped against his naked thigh. There was a lot of cock for it not being hard. She showed him the towels and soap and shampoo, then turned on the water for him. All the time his cock flopped around until the experience made it too hard to flop any more. Anne was trying to be casual as she ushered him into the hot spray of the shower. Damn! That thing had to be almost a foot long.
“I’m not going to run upstairs just to pee. I’ll use the toilet right here.”
Raphael could see her raise her skirt, but not pull down panties. He couldn’t hear her piss, but saw her get up and reach behind herself to wipe her crotch. He thought she wanted him to fuck her. Better safe than sorry. She might just be a tease. Let her make the first move. He saw her move away from the toilet. Not knowing she stood in the doorway to watch him through the glass stall he started jacking himself off. Anne had to put her fingers into herself and although he didn’t know it she was cumming right along with him when he shot his load against the tile on the wall.