Femme Fatale swoops in

As just as I was about to say something the hidden person in the room spoke up, “Don’t accept his offer, honey. He has been doing this routine for the past hour and at this point it is starting to become pathetic.” The man shot daggers at the female and pushed past me with his bags of laundry. “I feel like I should be thanking you but I don’t even know your name. My name is Bridget and I just moved in,” She proceeds to come towards me from behind the washers and I see a beautiful woman wearing a white tank top and tiny jean shorts that were smaller than most underwear. She had large perky breasts and wide hips that I assumed came with a large ass. She approaches me and I extend out my hand to her. She grabs my hand and brings me into an embrace.

“My name is Theresa, darling, and welcome to the party.” I felt her hands grab my ass through my skirt as she placed a her lips on mine, which caused me to moan. We start to make out a bit and feel her hands roam under my skirt onto my bare and toned ass cheeks. Her fingernails tickle my ass crack and I could feel my pussy juices starting to flow down my leg. We did this for a few minutes and I even grabbed her large amount of ass cheeks that were covered by her daisy dukes. She gently removed her hands and took her hands into mine, leading me back to her laundry.

I sat on a countertop that I assume people would fold their laundry on and watched as she bent over to load the washer with her clothes. I could clearly see pussy lips being flossed by the tiny shorts and saw just how huge her ass was. “Damn girl! You got some nice honey buns there,” I said while smacking my lips together. She chuckled and decided to erotically sway her hips back in forth as she continued to put her laundry in. I decide to bring my heels up in the counter and spread my legs apart as wide as possible. I grabbed my shirt and lifted it over my over breasts to reveal my hard nipples while cupping each one with a hand. She threw in a few more pieces of laundry and was given a view of my glistening pussy and bare tits on full display. I could feel my pussy lips opening like a flower as her eyes stared intensely. I also was playing with a nipples at this point and letting out little moans“Well that answers my question if you were wearing a g-string,” she says with a chuckle.

“I was just about to start a load of laundry and then I was planning on heading back to my room since it takes about an hour to wash. Did you need to throw anything in since I have some room?”