Victoria had been taking the glassware from within the china hutch, wrapping each glass carefully, and then placing them in the corrugated packing crate, designed for moving and she was getting hot and sweaty. She wished Woody would hurry up and get here. They had a lot of boxes to pack and store in the U~Haul before nightfall. They were going to be heading out from Massachusetts to return to Woody's home state of Texas within the next week.
When the knock on the door echoed in the small entryway by the door, Victoria jumped, nearly dropping the glass. Still clasping the glass, she scooted across the Dining Room and Living Room carpets, and sprinted down the stairs, to unlocked the front door to admit Woody.
"You're la..", she started to say but the words died in her throat.
She was about to tell Woody that he was late, when he held out some Sterling Silver roses to Victoria.
"I stopped to get you these, cause I know they're your favorite rose, out of all the ones you like", he stated quite simply, and giving her a disarming, sheepish grin.
Victoria threw her arms around Woody's neck, kissing him quite soundly on the lips, letting the tip of her tongue trace along the outline of his full upper lip, which you couldn't really see due to the thick mustache he wore.
"Oh, Woody," she breathed quietly, and nestled her nose into a fragrant blossom and inhaling deeply, uttered, "They're beautiful! Thank you!"
"I'm sorry," she continued, "Come on in, I'm in the Dining Room, trying to pack all the stemware in the box provided."
With that, Woody closed the heavy front door and locked it. He knew Victoria didn't like people just entering through the front door ~ even if there were others who shared the house with her. There was one other female in the house, Erica, and she didn't like unexpected visitors either.
Victoria kept up a running commentary as she went into the kitchen to find a vase for the roses. Their frangrance was already permeating the house, and it was beginning to smell like her mother's garden back home. Woody followed the sound of Victoria's voice, until he came to the door into the Kitchen that led off the Dining Room.
Upon entering the Kitchen, he stopped dead in his steps. There was Victoria, rummanging under the sink, bent over one of the underthesink cupboard doors, with her ass almost in his face. He was totally unprepared for this luscious sight. His palms were suddenly very sweaty and he wanted to feel Victoria's ass cheeks, soft and pliable in his grasp, and to hear her moan as his entire length rammed her tight little hole, repeatedly. He wanted her, and he wanted her now!
Woody was brought up short by another sensation; that of feeling his 8 inch cock starting to swell with mounting desire for Victoria. God! How he wanted to sink his shaft between those round cheeks. He was so lost in his thoughts that he wasn't aware of Victoria emerging the victor from her rummangings under the sink with the vase in her hand. Victoria was about to say something to Woody, when she noticed the oh so very evident bulge down the left leg of his pants.
Victoria couldn't stop herself from staring and suddenly wondering what it would feel like to find her suddenly wet pussy impaled on that obvious bulge. She was unaware that her breathing had changed pace or that her breasts were heaving in sudden desire, until she felt a hand against her ass cheek pressing the seam of her jeans deliberately into her crack. The pressure was gentle, yet firm; leaving her no doubt of where Woody's thoughts were. She looked up to find Woody's intent gaze fixed on her breasts. The pressure of his hands increased and now one was pressing the seam at the front of her jeans against the lips of her throbbing, wet, pussy. Victoria barely had time to place the vase down on the counter, before Woody was scooping her up in his arms.
