Checking The Furnace

“You’ll find the furnace in the basement, just off the laundry machines!” Showing me the way down to the basement I can just make out a scent of lavender. The dress she’s wearing doesn’t give me any idea of what’s underneath it. Even though my eyes were locked onto where he ass should be all the way down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs she claps her hands and the entire area is lit up by halogen lights, making seeing super easy!

There off the right hand side of the stairs is the laundry area, a little further away the unmistakably square shape of the furnace. Pretending that it was my only interest, I went straight there, setting my backpack down, the clipboard on top of it, Getting onto my knees I take out my flashlight and begin my inspection of various parts. She must have thought I was legit for she back to the dryer to make sure I had room to work

I spent a good ten minutes checking connections and writing down the results like I’ve seen dad do a few times. Finally I get up, “Well Miss Everything seems in great condition! You must have regular inspections of your furnace. She nods her head them smiles at me, man she had a smile that just begged to be kissed!

She leads me back upstairs, once more my eyes on where her ass would be traversing a little lower to the calves of her legs, fuck I had to bite my lower lip at the sight of the curvaceous calf on each leg. Damn I wanted to run my tongue along each one of them, I had to mentally block the image of them from my mind or I feared that I was going to reach out and caress them.

As we make it back into the kitchen, “So Miss it seems that your furnace is in proper working order, but if you do ever smell gas don’t hesitate to call Edenville Gas!” Making my way towards the front door “I’ll see myself out Miss!”

“Morris!”

“Pardon?”

It Miss Morris, Angela Morris!” Holding out her hand to me.

I take it “Jackson Carter”, pleasure to make the acquaintance of such a lovely lady!” Shaking her hand as she blushes. The feel of her skin on mine was heavenly, I didn’t want to let go of her hand but I knew if I stayed here too long that I would probably wind up ruining what I hope to achieve with her. Finally letting go of her hand i notice a look in her eyes that at first confused me. Did she like me holding her hand?

Making my way to the front door, I open it and stop dead in my tracks. There on the other side of the street was two members of the Diablos, coincidence? Stepping back, I close the door hoping they didn’t see me?

A funny look comes over Angela’s face, “Is there something wrong?”