You're so cute when you're frustrated, dear.
She walks slowly through his living room, grinning as she notices the clock on the wall proclaiming it’s one in the afternoon. That had probably been the longest she'd managed to stay at his house while he was still there.
Damn work all to hell.
She finds the glass of water she left on the end table and finishes the rest of the contents. Her body surges with gratitude at the hydration and instantly demands more. It was always demanding... demanding more from her. This time, she was happy to give in.
She tiptoes to the kitchen with her glass, the edges catching sunlight streaming in from half-open curtains. The grin returns; it’s past noon and she’s walking through his house in a pair of boy-cut panties while he sleeps in the other room.
A twist of shining stainless steel and water begins to run from the tap in that impeccably clean kitchen. She puts her finger underneath, allowing the gentle caress of particles to massage her skin. It's cold.
After filling her glass, she walks back towards the living room, surveying the clothes strew across the floor, the beads on the table, the crumpled blanket on his leather couch. She takes a deep breath and swallows, her head spinning from the remnants of liquor from the night before.
She places the glass back on the coaster she got it from and begins to float back towards his bedroom, stopping to survey herself in the full length mirror placed conveniently before the bedroom door.
Her hair looks mussy, still clinging to the curls that had twisted it the night before; dark make-up smudged underneath her eyes. She loved that just-left-his-bed look. Her naked breasts: pale and perky, nipples softly erect under softer light. There were a few red marks from teeth and nails and friction, but she really didn't mind. Her eyes trace down the length of her body, nodding in satisfaction at what she sees. She adjusts the line of her panties so they spread evenly across the definition of her hips, you know, the part where the bone sticks out just a little bit.
Turning around, she grins as she sees the bottom of her butt hanging out of the panties cut like shorts. Perfect. Just how she wants it.
She tentatively opens the bedroom door, and looks over towards the bed. As she does, his eyes open and he smiles. That smile could melt the hardest of hard...
She turns around to close the door behind her, knowing he would get the same view of her ass as she just did in the mirror.
Walking slowly towards the bed, she does her best to look morning-sultry without looking like she’s trying. One leg over the width of his body, she pulls herself back into bed, curling up under the covers.
"It's cold"
"Mmm"
She rests her head in that spot on his chest that seemed to have been made specifically for her and drapes her arm across his belly, one hand tracing circles on his naked hipbone.
His hands quickly find her flesh. Apparently her desired effect panned out perfectly. She wouldn't stay cold for much longer.
Damn work all to hell.
She finds the glass of water she left on the end table and finishes the rest of the contents. Her body surges with gratitude at the hydration and instantly demands more. It was always demanding... demanding more from her. This time, she was happy to give in.
She tiptoes to the kitchen with her glass, the edges catching sunlight streaming in from half-open curtains. The grin returns; it’s past noon and she’s walking through his house in a pair of boy-cut panties while he sleeps in the other room.
A twist of shining stainless steel and water begins to run from the tap in that impeccably clean kitchen. She puts her finger underneath, allowing the gentle caress of particles to massage her skin. It's cold.
After filling her glass, she walks back towards the living room, surveying the clothes strew across the floor, the beads on the table, the crumpled blanket on his leather couch. She takes a deep breath and swallows, her head spinning from the remnants of liquor from the night before.
She places the glass back on the coaster she got it from and begins to float back towards his bedroom, stopping to survey herself in the full length mirror placed conveniently before the bedroom door.
Her hair looks mussy, still clinging to the curls that had twisted it the night before; dark make-up smudged underneath her eyes. She loved that just-left-his-bed look. Her naked breasts: pale and perky, nipples softly erect under softer light. There were a few red marks from teeth and nails and friction, but she really didn't mind. Her eyes trace down the length of her body, nodding in satisfaction at what she sees. She adjusts the line of her panties so they spread evenly across the definition of her hips, you know, the part where the bone sticks out just a little bit.
Turning around, she grins as she sees the bottom of her butt hanging out of the panties cut like shorts. Perfect. Just how she wants it.
She tentatively opens the bedroom door, and looks over towards the bed. As she does, his eyes open and he smiles. That smile could melt the hardest of hard...
She turns around to close the door behind her, knowing he would get the same view of her ass as she just did in the mirror.
Walking slowly towards the bed, she does her best to look morning-sultry without looking like she’s trying. One leg over the width of his body, she pulls herself back into bed, curling up under the covers.
"It's cold"
"Mmm"
She rests her head in that spot on his chest that seemed to have been made specifically for her and drapes her arm across his belly, one hand tracing circles on his naked hipbone.
His hands quickly find her flesh. Apparently her desired effect panned out perfectly. She wouldn't stay cold for much longer.