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At exactly seven thirty Royce was ringing the door bell of Lana’s apartment. Several seconds passed and nothing happened, so he rang the bell again and then knocked on the door loudly.

A few more seconds passed and he was just getting ready to knock again when the door finally swung open.

“Such impatience,” Lana chided. “You must really be hungry.”

She stepped aside to let him pass but he just stood at the door looking at her. For once Lana was not in her bikini but the clothes she did have on left her body almost as much exposed as if she had been. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that was cut off just below her boobs. Clearly she did not have a bra and her nipples poked against the fabric. Her skimpy shorts were even tighter. Aside from that Lana wore nothing, not even slippers for her feet.

“Come on in,” she commanded, grabbing Royce’s arm and pulling him into the room. “If you want to look at me you can do it just as well in here.”

She struck a quick pose for his enjoyment.

“Now. Let’s eat.” And with that she led the way to the kitchen. With her back turned to him Royce could see a generous expanse of butt cheeks below the hem of her shorts and they rippled and flexed with every step she took.

“I fixed a mini Thanksgiving dinner,” Lana announced. “Turkey slices in gravy with cranberry sauce, cornbread dressing, sweet potatoes and corn. And buttered dinner rolls.”

“Thanksgiving dinner in the middle of summer?” Royce teased.

“Why not?” Lana replied. And she stepped up very close and lightly stroked his arm.

“I’m sure you can think of something to be thankful for.”

“I sure can,” Royce growled. And he wrapped his arms around Lana and pulled her into a hug.”

“No. No,” Lana chided. “Dinner first. Then the mirror.”

The food must have been good but Royce never remembered it afterward. All through dinner he kept his eyes glued on Lana’s face and barely covered tits. He would have stared equally at her legs but they were tucked under the table out of his line of sight.

Lana kept a patter of small talk going throughout the meal and by directing one question after another at Royce she subtlety grilled him about his background while simultaneously denying him any opportunity to similarly question her. In this way she learned that he was twenty-four years old and recently discharged honorably after six years in the Navy where he had been an electrician. He had moved to this city upon acquiring a technician’s position with a local corporation and next Monday would be his first day on the job.

Royce happily answered her questions about this part of his personal history, but he shied away when she tried to probe back beyond his Navy years. Naturally Lana immediately realized this was a sensitive area and for whatever reasons Royce didn’t want to talk about it. So she didn’t press him.

When they were finished eating Lana insisted on clearing the table and washing the dishes.

“Very important,” she commented. The look Royce gave her demonstrated that he didn’t understand so she explained further.

“Management has all the apartments fumigated on a regular basis. But still you don’t want to leave dirty dishes out to attract bugs. You might want to keep that in mind.”

“Can I help?” Royce offered.

“I’ve got it. If you’ve never done this before just watch me.” And she wiggled her ass as she said it.

Royce jerked at the double entendre but then grinned and locked his eyes on Lana’s butt and legs for entire time it took her to clean and put away the dishes.

“Now for the mirror,” Lana smiled. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” And with an undisguised glance at Royce’s crotch, “Don’t forget your tools.”

Royce grinned. When he came over to Lana’s apartment he had brought three plastic bags containing the items purchased in anticipation of the mirror mounting job. Now as they passed through on their way to the bedroom he quickly fetched the bags from where he had left them in the living room.

He emptied the bags onto Lana’s bed and displayed the items for her inspection.

“Various sets of mounting hardware. I’ll use the ones that work best. Electric drill. Drill bits. Hammer. Screwdrivers. And of course this. A stud finder. I don’t expect you’ve got a stud finder. You don’t have a stud finder, do you?”

“Just these,” Lana replied cupping her boobs with her hands, lifting them up and letting them bounce as she dropped them.

“Yoww,” Royce growled. But he didn’t let Lana’s tits delay him from the mirror project.

“There. All finished.” The mirror now hung on the bedroom wall exactly where Lana had wanted it.

“Perfect,” Lana smiled. She stepped over to Royce and hugged him, pressing her cheek against his chest.

“Oh but just look at you,” she said as she broke away from the hug. “All that dust from drilling into the wall. You need a shower.”

Lana had told him to dress casual. Royce wasn’t sure exactly what she had in mind so he had worn a polo style knit shirt and a pair of denim shorts that came down to his knees. The flip flops on his feet had been discarded when he began working on the mirror.

Lana tugged his shirt upward.

“Hold your arms up so I can get this off,” she commanded, and Royce although momentarily stunned quickly complied.

“Now those shorts.” And she expertly unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and pulled them down to his feet. Royce stepped out of them without being prompted.

“Jockey shorts,” Lana observed. “Very nice. Get them off.”

Royce’s desire for Lana overcame any barriers his rigid upbringing might have imposed. He quickly whipped off his jockey shorts and stood before her in unashamed nakedness. Lana smiled.

“I wish I could wash these for you,” she said gathering up his discarded clothes. “But I really don’t care to go down to the laundry room this time of night. Shame we don’t have washer dryer hookups in these apartments. I’ll just shake them out.”

She shook and patted Royce’s clothes and removed as much of the dust as she could and when she was satisfied she folded them neatly and placed them on her bed.

“Oh look. Now I’ve got dust on me,” Lana sighed. “I’m going to need a shower too.”

Facing Royce she quickly pulled off her t-shirt and dropped it to the floor. Then without pause she tugged off her shorts and kicked them over to the shirt. Not surprisingly she was not wearing panties. Having stripped completely Lana now stood boldly before Royce, slowly turning around for inspection.

Royce stared at her in breathless awe. He was accustomed to seeing Lana in her bikini. After this evening he was adjusted to seeing her in her skimpy shorts and t-shirt. But now he could absorb the sight of her totally naked body. And if he had ever formulated in his mind his vision of the perfect woman Lana would have been an exact match.

She was magnificent. She was perfect. Her breasts by his standards of beauty were perfect. Large enough to cup in his hands but not too large. She had perky little nipples surrounded by pale, quarter sized areolas. There was no discernable sag at all.

And looking downward Royce observed that Lana’s pussy was completely shaved with not even a hint of shadow. With his view unobstructed by pubic hair he could look between her legs and see her labia slightly protruding. The sight was fascinating although limited by his upbringing and inexperience he wasn’t sure what exactly he was seeing.

And as she turned the wonderfully formed globes of her buttocks came into view. Lana had said she thought she had a pretty nice butt. To Royce it was incredible and he stared slaveringly at the way her cheeks curved and disappeared into the cleft that separated them.

And her legs, the part of a woman’s body he so especially loved, her legs that he had so often admired when she was bikini clad, her legs were now presented to his eyes in a previously unseen magnificent grandeur. Now he could see without the interference of clothing how the delicious curvature of her thighs meshed with her hips, her buttocks and her pudenda in one gloriously harmonious whole.

Lana smiled in delightful acknowledgement of Royce’s admiration and she turned around a couple of extra times. Then she strode briskly over to him, wrapped him in a tight embrace and pulled his lips into a passionate kiss that could have lasted forever.

But after several seconds she pulled her lips away, smiled dreamily and said, “Let’s take a shower.”

In her one bedroom unit Lana had a single bathroom, not a bath and a half like Royce enjoyed. She led him in and together they stepped into the tub. Lana quickly pulled shut the shower curtain and then turned on and adjusted the water. She had a hand held shower attachment but she left it in its holder so the water could spray on them both.

“Temperature good?” she asked and Royce responded with a delighted “Ummm.”

And then they embraced and kissed as the water sprayed down on them. Facing each other, pressing themselves together, breast to chest, penis to pussy, legs intertwined, arms clasping, hands reaching for sensuous, stroking contact with whatever delightful flesh could be reached, lips locking, they kissed and kissed and kissed. And somewhere in that timeless ecstasy they lathered each other with body wash and in wordless agreement began each to cleanse the other.

At last their bathing complete they emerged from the warmth of the spraying water into the momentary chill beyond. Lana grabbed a plush bath towel and they dried each other off, the patting and rubbing away of wetness prolonged by frequent, spontaneous hugs and kisses.

When they were satiated with pleasurable contact and long since dry, Lana led Royce to the kitchen, both of them still naked, and poured two glasses of wine. And then they returned to the living room and snuggled together on the sofa, sipping wine only occasionally between kisses.

Lana began playing with Royce’s penis and lightly tickling his balls. Royce started by stroking the inside of Lana’s thighs, but soon he moved his hand to her vulva and feeling inside his finger quickly dipped into her vaginal orifice. And there he remained for several minutes until Lana interrupted the action and looked at him in a peculiar way.

“Royce,” she said kindly, “Please don’t take this wrong but you don’t know much about a woman’s genitals do you?”

Royce blushed and started to stammer some kind of excuse, but Lana quickly shushed him.

“Have you ever heard of the clitoris?”

Royce nodded.

“Do you know where it is?” Lana asked. And then she preempted the question with the single word, “Wait.”

She stretched back on the sofa with her legs spread and pulled her labia apart.

“Look,” she instructed. “Put your head down here where you can get a good look. Now do you know where my clitoris is? Can you touch it?”

Royce shook his head.

“It’s here. On every woman this is where it is.” And she eased her clitoral hood back to show him. “It’s very sensitive. You can give a woman a lot of pleasure here. You want to and she wants you to. Go ahead. Touch it.”

And with Lana’s coaching and encouragement Royce began to learn how to play with her.

He had lost his erection though and now Lana smilingly, teasingly began to play with him to bring him back to full arousal. When she felt him ready to spasm she gave his penis a firm squeeze to delay the moment. And then she pulled him fully up onto the sofa and eased him back to a supine position. With his manhood now pointing up she straddled his hips and lowered herself.

His penis firmly inserted in her vagina Lana smiled at Royce and blew him a kiss as she rocked herself up and down. She could feel him straining as he tried to buck his hips and then suddenly his orgasm exploded. She continued rocking until she sensed he had reached his limit.

Slowly she withdrew and stretched out on top of him placing her head on his chest. And there they remained for how long they didn’t know, just luxuriating in the warmth of each other.

Finally moving as one they rose from the sofa.

“Tired?” Lana asked. “Sleepy.”

She didn’t wait for an answer. “Let’s go to bed. It won’t take any time to clear that stuff off. We’ve got the whole night to snuggle together and…”

Lana left the rest of that invitation unspoken as she led Royce to her bedroom.