The Mrs walks in

Mrs. Wangenheim came in startling Rose. Thankfully, the boxes were so high that it looked like Rose was possibly wearing a strapless dress, or something like that. It was obvious she was showing a lot of boob due to her neighbors disapproving stare, but at least her pink nipples were hidden behind a tall stack of boxes.

“Rose.” The old woman said in a fake happy voice. “What brings you into our lovely little house?” It was clear that the Mrs did not care for Rose, but the naked woman would have to play along regardless, and hope that she could escape with minimal exposure. “Well um, I was outside when Mr. Wangenheim called me over, and asked me to help bring in some boxes.” The old lady nodded understandingly, and after a few moments passed, her husband joined her where the two exchanged a small kiss.

“Hey Gert. How's the little lady doing?” Gert, which was short for Gertrude, didn’t need to fake her happiness now. “Oh Richard, we’re doing fine. In fact I was about to ask Rose here if she would be interested in staying for lunch.” The attention shifted back to Rose who felt her palms start to sweat. “Oh um that’s very kind, but I have a history paper due soon.” The couple of oldies nodded Understandingly. “Well that’s too bad. Feel free to stop by anytime.” The energy had become very awkward as the two stared at Rose, patiently waiting for her to leave. Of course Rose had no idea how to despite desiring nothing more, but alas there was no way to exit without being seen.

“So are you staying after all then?” Gertrude asked, confused. “I well um I.” Rose kept tripping on her words, and she sat there for a few minutes trying to make a reasonable excuse before Gertrude groaned, and grabbed Rose’s tanned wrist. Next Rose felt herself being yanked free from her cover, and watching as the old couple’s faces went wide in alarm, and confusion. Once again all of Rose had been exposed. Her perky pink nipples that contrasted with her tan skin, and her tummy which she had worked into a nice shape. She felt eyes going up her bronze thighs that were both supple, and smooth. Finally she felt a gaze resting on her pale pussy, and the strip of blonde hair that decorated it.

Gertrude gave a confused look to her husband, and then shot a dirty one to Rose. Rose’s left hand was still being held by Gertrude so she could only use her right to cover the treasure between her legs. “Richard what the hell is going on?” The question was calm but anyone could tell how much anger laid within it. “I-I don’t know darling. I just asked her to bring in some boxes. I didn’t know she was… You know.” Mr. Wangenheim gestured towards her nervously, and the attention was once again on Rose.