Taking Mona

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I sat and watched for the rest of the day, as the three of them continued to move in. The comedic performance that the two guys put off every time they had a piece of furniture to move was a blast, but not half as entertaining as watching her make her trips to and from the moving truck. Her tan pants were skin-tight across her long legs, giving me a perfect image of her gorgeous round ass, for my imagination to play with.

The sight of her every movement intoxicated me. I found myself staring at her, taking in the view with extreme detail. From the way her hair bounced with every step, to the body language she gave off when she spoke to her husband. Finally, I decided to get back to what I was doing, before I got myself in trouble.

"Hi, I'm moving in across from you, and was wondering if I could use your phone to order some pizza?" She said, standing in my doorway. When the knock came, she was the last person I'd expected it to be. Her smile was incredibly seductive, working like a cauldron with everything else about her, to catch me completely off guard.

"Uh, yeah, sure. Come on in." I said, finally managing to stutter out a response.

Carefully, she brushed the hair from her face and stepped inside, smirking. As she passed me, her perfume began to fill the air. I closed the door and guided her to the phone.

"Do me a favor and don't look directly into the mess. It might cause severe eye damage." I joked, as I led her into the kitchen. She giggled, quietly, as she followed along, not too far behind. "Here you go. You want a soda or something?" I said.

"That would be great, thanks." She answered, before picking up the phone and dialing. I walked to the cabinet and pulled out a couple of glasses, before reaching in the fridge and grabbing the soda. I listened to the simple grace of her soft voice, as she placed her order and hung up, soon afterwards. "They said it would be about thirty minutes." She commented, before I handed her the soda I had poured.

"Here, drink this. I wouldn't want to be moving anything, in this heat."

"Yeah, it is getting pretty hot, outside. Tony and his friend drove back to pick up another load of furniture, so I'm taking a break before they get back. They're working me to death." She said, jokingly, before taking a long sip.

"Well, if you want, you can come hang out in the living room, until they get back. I've got satellite television, and a nice hard-working air conditioner." She agreed, and the two of us made our way into the living room before finding a spot to sit, on the couch. It was the first time I've ever really felt out of place in my own living room, but I never was in much of the habit of having girls over. After a few minutes, she finally spoke again.

"So, you live alone?"

"Yeah, for a couple of years, now. The last woman I lived with turned out to have a few issues that she never bothered telling me about." I answered.

"Like what?"

"Like the fact that she was really only living with me to perform research on humans, until her mother ship came to retrieve her." I smiled. This had her giggling. "By the way, my name's Darrell, what's yours?"

"I'm Mona. Nice to meet you." She said, smiling, before extending her hand to mine. I shook her hand, before taking another sip of soda. "So it's been two years since your last alien encounter?" She giggled.

"Yeah, I'm afraid so. I guess nobody thinks I'm that great of a candidate for anal probing." I replied, making her laugh once again. After a moment, she bit her bottom lip and started to blush. "You alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, I just couldn't help but wonder. Tell me if I'm out of line, but do you mean to tell me that it's been two years since you've gotten laid?" She asked, her eyes locking on mine. I was stunned by her question. After an awkward second or two, I shrugged.

"Afraid so." I responded.

"God