The best appartment

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She loved her apartment, it took up half a floor. It was spacious had fabulous windows, and was relatively quiet. The only problem was her neighbor, she had tried being friendly but he'd been stiff and cold. She had tried a couple other times figuring it was just bad timing. Every time he seemd too busy or something and she'd finally given up. Unfortunately she still saw him in the elevator every so often and they shared a laundry room.

Marie was glad her underwear wasn't dissapearing. Then again it wasn't like she could shop at Victoria's Secret, she joked that Victoria didn't make secrets in her size. Her bra's were basic affairs in white and cream, she had two black bras for those special occasions. She hadn't wore either in a long time, and it didn't seem like she'd be wearing either in the near future.

It wasn't like she couldn't get a date, she was a far cry from skinny, but neither was she morbidly obese. The problem was the guys she attracted were either interested in her mind or her body, never both, so they either bored her mentally or sexually.

She lounged in the laundry room which was always hot, even on the coldest of days. Marie was wearing a t-shirt knotted beneath her full breasts as all her bras were in the wash, and a pair of knit short she had painted her appartment in. Underneath was a simple old thin pair of panties and she was painting her toes as she wanted for her laundry.

 

[BestIntentions]

Name: James Renard
Age: 28
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195lbs

OOC: James has been under a lot of pressure at work lately. He hasn't been sleeping well and even his closest friends have said that he's been in a pissed-off mood for a while. The fact that he hasn't had sex in a month doesn't help his mood either.

IC: Tonight is laundry night. I know that because there is a mountain of dirty clothes in the clothes basket in the corner of my bedroom. After I eat my frozen dinner, I take the basket of clothes and walk down to the laundry room. I open the door and the heat from the room hits me.

I notice that there is someone already down here. It's the girl that just recently moved into the apartment next to me. I've kind of ignored her. I put my clothes basket on a table in the room and start putting my clothes into a washer. I occasionally glance at the woman, whose name I don't even know right off hand. She's actractive. She's got a very nice face and a great body. That T-shirt really shows off her breasts, without showing any skin and they look great.

After starting the two washers, I sit a few chairs away from her. She's painting her toenails, but fortunately, it doesn't smell.

"Excuse me, I know that you've tried to introduce yourself and I'm sorry that I haven't been the easiest person to get to know. What do ya say we start over? My name's James." I say and extend my hand to her.

 

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Marie was glad there was multiple washers, it made it easy to do a lot of laundry in a short amount of time. Her sheets and towels were in two dryers, while a load of lights and darks took up two washers. She was enjoying one of her bizarre colors of nail polish, it was called gunmetal green, and had an odd undersheen to it. She hadn't noticed him walk in as the noise of machines filled her ears. She'd been sitting on the dryer, she found the thrum, interesting.

She noticed his feet as he approached her and when he offered his hand she was speechless. "My nails are probably not quite dry enough for a handshake." She showed off her freaky gunmetal green nails. "Names Marie," she avoided introducing herself as doctor, even though she had the degree.


OOC

Marie Carlson
28
5'2"
A lady never reveals her weight

Liscensed Mental Health Therapist

 

[BestIntentions]

"Nice to meet you Marie," I say, retracting my hand. The green nail polish is an interesting choice. In my past experiences, I have found that women with somewhat unusual colors on their nails tend to be very sexual. The way she looks would go along with that idea. She just looks like a very sexual person. She's got, from what I can tell, nice breasts, and I can see that she has great legs. Someone I wouldn't mind getting to know a bit better.

"So, I see you around a lot in business clothes, what do you for a living?" I ask. I've never found a woman that has a great mind to go a long with a great body, but that hardly ever stops me, unless the woman is really empty headed.

 

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Great, just when she thought she could avoid the occupation question, "Yeah well I've managed to keep my dry cleaning bill to a minimum. It helps that my clients are not the messy type." She answered the question, and avoided it at the same time. "What about you?" she casually crossed her legs, wiggling her toes. He seemed almost human at the moment and she smiled wondering what caused the change in heart.

 

[BestIntentions]

"I'm a lawyer." She never did answer my question, but I won't press her for an answer. I must admit, the way she dodged that question was interesting. She's kinda playful, which is always a good quality to find in a woman. I decide to take a fairly big step with her, a woman I just met. "So, a beautiful woman like you must have a boyfriend, right?"

 

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She almost made a comment on her age and how boys were not her type. "No," she paused and smiled, "I'm between lovers at the moment." She was glad she had shaved her legs recently as she noticed his eyes running over her, "So it's good to know that you don't always have to know the answer to a question before you ask it." She joked a little, "I should have figured you for a lawyer, with your face."

 

[BestIntentions]

"What about my face?" I ask. She's between lovers. As soon as she said that, something in me stirred, a little bit of curiousity, and a lot of arousal. I want her.

 

[intriguess]

"You always seem focused, you have a very good poker face." Okay so now she was thinking about his face, and poking her, in an entirely non card related way. Talking to him while sitting on a warm vibrating dryer was probably not the best idea. She did not want complications, even as she knew if she recrossed her legs, she'd probably smell the begining of her own arousal.

 

[BestIntentions]

"I'm sure my "poker face" isn't that good. I'm sure that you can probably guess exactly what I'm thinking right now." I say as I stare into your eyes.

 

[intriguess]

"You're probably imagining the color of my nipples, if I'm wearing panties, and if I am how best to remove them." She carefully uncrossed her legs, trying to keep her legs together and ignore the bizarre knot of sexual tension that was blooming in her stomach. "So can you tell what I'm thinking?" she asked raising an eyebrow with a wry grin.

 

[BestIntentions]

"You're wondering why I haven't made a move yet." I move my hand to her leg. I lean in and give her a soft kiss on the lips.

 

[intriguess]

"I was wondering why it would be like to kiss you actually, and now I know." She murmured with a soft smile as she slowly licked her lips. "So are you going to continue questioning me? or just find me guilty of dirty thoughts?" She smiled, "What is the standard sentence for that?"

 

[BestIntentions]

"It varies from case to case," I lean in and give her a passionate kiss, my tongue parting her lips and slipping in. My hands move to her breasts, feeling her hard nipples through her shirt.

 

[intriguess]

he was bold, and it suited him, and he was able to pull it off sucessfully. She pressed back against him matching him lick for lick, tongue for tongue. She was far from the shrinking violet and saw no need to act counter to her current desires.