If she can just remember...

“So where did you put your clothes?”

Anna’s eyes scan the floor for her hastily discarded clothing. She now has the pillow case wrapped around her waist, just barely protecting her butt and pussy, with her other arm draped over her tits. She’d look like some sort of Greek sculpture if she wasn’t so frazzled and half in the bag.

“Well I was unpacking, I got really sweaty, like dripping wet, I just sorta threw all my clothes off and started scrubbing myself in the shower...”

“UH HUH”

Anna notices Chris blushing harder than ever as he stares intensely at the wall. She then realizes what she was just saying.

“Anyway!”

She looks around her sparse apartment, not finding the now incredibly appealing nasty clothes anywhere.

Shit.

She didn’t realize she stepped out the front door earlier. Did her clothes end up in the hall to be cleaned up by the by-all-accounts-friendly-maintenance-guy-Joe-that-Anna-assaulted-and-mooned?

“Your kitchen’s nice, the...stove...it’s good”

“Yep”

Fuck it. He’s not looking anyway.

Anna lets her pillow case fall to the ground and opens up another box.