Anna had observed Kacey a few times over the past couple of weeks. Kacey was a new tenant in the apartment block. Anna realised there was something about her that caused her juices to flow. Anna had been straight most of her life, though her experimentation with girls had always left her wanting more.

The day was warm but a little grey.

Anna slid into a little denim skirt and flowery top, painted her toe nails a bright pink, and shuffled her feet into some sandals. She admired herself in her full-length mirror. Blonde, slim, amble breasts, winning smile. “Looking good,” she said.

She checked her clock in the kitchen. Then double-checked the one in the living room. She eyed the laundry basket of dirty clothes, waiting by the door. Five minutes to go. She started to pace the room, planting her hands on her skinny hips and fretting.

Kacey was a creature of habit. Every Sunday morning she took her clothes down to the apartment block's basement laundry. At 10:30. Always 10:30. Anna had spied her more than once, watching her from the shadows descend the stairs, wiggling her perfect ass to and fro.

Kacey's apartment was down the hallway from Anna's, just on the left. She could always hear the characteristic click-clack of her high heels echoing when she walked by.

The clock crept towards 10:30. She stopped her pacing, thought she heard those high heels and held her breath. Nothing. Not yet. Wait. There they were. Those high heels.

Anna felt an almost physical sensation of excitement rush through her. Her lips trembled.

She heard the click-clacks pass her door, fade a little, then the squeak of the door to the stairwell.

Three minutes, she decided. Wait three minutes then go down to the laundry room. Anything less and it might look suspicious.

"But what shall I say to her?" she fretted. "Hi, I was wondering if you'd like to get a coffee sometime... and after I’d like to fuck your brains out." Hmmm. "Maybe I should be more subtle than that," Anna grinned.

She watched the minute hand creep round to thirty three minutes past ten and picked up her laundry basket.

The three flights of stairs which led to the basement seemed to last forever, but finally she emerged into the windowless room where the row of washers, dryers, and sundry selection of irons, ironing boards, and washing powders resided.

Kacey was there, at the end washer, feeding her beautiful, sexy clothes into the machine. She turned at hearing Anna enter. The overhead lighting caught her curly brown hair. Not even the stark artificial light could prevent those large, bouncy curls from looking anything but beautiful.

“Hi,” she said.

Anna cleared her throat, suddenly finding words would not come to her. “Erm, hi.”

Kacey's full lips glistened in the light. Just the sight of her round face, rosy cheeks, cheeky little nose, small but round breasts, and slim hips made Anna wet.

“Laundry day,” Kacey said.

“You too?”

Anna nodded, words still not easily forthcoming. Get a grip of yourself, she said to herself.

She timidly took the machine two down from Kacey. "I want you so much", she thought, trying not to stare. Kacey was a good foot taller than her. Her skin, a subtle shade of brown like she had a slight suntan, gleamed.

Both women finished loading their washers and set their machines running.

"Ask her out for coffee," damnit, Anna said to herself. Just do it.

“I...”

“Hmm?”

“I was wondering if you'd...”

Kacey turned and gave her a level stare. “Like to see you naked?”

“Huh!?”

“I was thinking about you naked,” Kacey said. “You're one hot little thing, but you know that already. And you want to fuck me, adore me. I know. I've seen you, admiring me from afar, you know.”

"Oh my God, I can't believe this. This gorgeous woman is into me!" Anna felt her heart beat faster, her cunt getting wetter and wetter.

Kacey moved in front of Anna, her perfume filling Anna's nostrils. She teasingly ran her hands along Anna's hips. “Strip,” Kacey ordered.

“What?”

“I said strip,” Kacey stated. She was in control. Anna felt a little thrill of exhilaration at unexpectedly finding herself the submissive one.

She began to undress. She pulled off her little top, unfastened her bra and tossed it aside. Her big, heavy boobs sagged a little in their braless freedom.

“Mmmmm,” Kacey cooed. “I like those.”

Anna jiggled them for her admirer. Before she could stop her, not that she wanted to, Kacey was fondling them with enthusiasm. Anna closed her eyes, relishing the feel of her hands on her tits. She grabbed her nipples and gave them a twist. Anna winced a little.

“You like that?”

“Maybe,” Anna teased.

Kacey did it again, harder this time. “Does my little slut like her nipples tortured?”

"If you're doing it, I do," Anna thought. “Yes,” she said.

“That's my girl. Now get that skirt off. I wanna see that pussy.”

Anna slipped her skirt off. It fell to the floor, pooling about her feet. She kicked it away. Next she slid her little white panties down. Her shaved pussy glistened with juices.

“Look at how fucking wet you are, you little slut.” Kacey was next to her again, her perfume and scent strong in her nose. She slid a hand down Anna's belly and inserted a couple of fingers into her sodden cunt. She put her mouth to Anna's ear. Her breath was hot.

 “How do you like being fucked by me?” she whispered.

“I like it so much,” Anna moaned.

Kacey got on her knees. She spread her slut's lips with her thumbs and slid her tongue into her, searching, probing, licking, sucking.

Anna could barely control herself when she came, squirting her hot juices all over Kacey's face.

Kacey licked her lips. “Mmmmm, you taste so nice. We should do this again.”