“Good night, she sighed, sleepily.
“Good night,” I replied as the drinks slowly overwhelmed me.
When I woke up, several hours later, she’s was laying on her side snuggled up against me, the warmth of her body filtering through the sheet. Her head was on my shoulder and I could feel her breasts pressing against my side. Even more unsettling was her arm laying over my chest and her leg draped over mine, allowing the sheet to slide off and reveal her shapely ass.
“Ohmigod, I groaned to myself as I felt my cock hardening. “What the fuck am I gonna do now?” I pondered. “I can lay here and try to fall back asleep, or I can try to roll over and hope that helps, or I can slip out of bed and… and what? Go in the bathroom and jack off or maybe just go downstairs and sleep on the couch like I should have in the first place. But if I do that she’s gonna think I didn’t like sleeping next to her… which I definitely do.” I argued. In the end, I chose to roll over and hope for the best. Instead, it got far worse because when I rolled over her, hand slid from my chest and landed in my lap.
“Ohhhhhhhhh,” she sighed in her sleep as her hand lightly slid across my cock. “You have a big one,” she mumbled, followed immediately by the gentle sound of her breathing.
For the next several hours, I lay there almost afraid to move as images of her flowed through my head. It wasn’t until just before dawn that her hand moved and I was able to fall into a deep sleep.
When I finally woke up, the sun was showing through the window and bathing the apartment with its late morning light. Instinctively, I knew that Naomi wasn’t next to me, though I could tell she hadn’t been gone long since her side of the bed was still warm.
I slipped into the clothes I’d worn the day before and headed downstairs to look for her. I found her sitting at the counter in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. She was dressed in a white camisole that did little to hide her shapely breasts, a pair of jeans that looked as if they’d been painted on, and a pair of open-toed sandals.
“Morning,” I mumbled.
“More like, good afternoon,” she replied, hiding her face behind the coffee cup.
“Arrgghhh,” I groaned as I looked at the clock. “Twelve-thirty already?”
“Yep. You were out like a light.”
“Yeah, I was kinda restless in the beginning. You know… having someone in bed with me. Sorry.”
“Actually, I think I’m the one that should be sorry. It seems that my hand slid into your lap over night and…” she stopped.
“It’s okay. No harm, no foul.”
She laughed, lightly. “You’re just lucky we don’t know each other better or I might have taken advantage of the situation.”
“Oh really?” I teased.
“Yes, really,” she replied, running the tip of her tongue over her lips.
“You can be such a tease,” I blurted out.
“Who says I’m teasing,” she purred as she stood up, and kissed me in the cheek.
“Arrgghhh,” I groaned.
“So what you wanna do with our second day together?”
“Second day?” I asked myself. “Oh that’s right. She’s only doing this because Jen asked her to.”
“I dunno. What do you think Jen would want us to do?” I asked, sarcastically.
A look of pain and then understanding came over her face before she answered. “Listen, Dan. Jen may have asked me to help but… well… sometime last night this became more than a favor to my sis. I actually like you and from what you said last night you like me so why don’t we take it from there?”
“In that case, give me a sec to check on some things and then we can make some plans.”
“Okay,” she replied as she took her coffee and walked out onto the balcony.
Thirty minutes, and 4 calls later, I had all the information I needed.
“Naomi?” I called.
“Out here.”
I found her sitting in a lounge on the balcony, her camisole and bra laying on the ground next to her, her breasts completely exposed to the sun.
“I… ahhhhhh… ummmmm.”
“Come on. Spit it out. Stop being such an old fuddy-duddy. I’m sure you’ve seen a pair of tits before.”
“I… ummmmm,” I stuttered, unwilling to tell her that before seeing her in the shower the day before the only tits I’d seen had been those in men’s magazines and porn films. “I called and double-checked on the reservations I’d made for the weekend. It seems that they held everything because I’d pre-paid so if we wanna…”
“Wanna what?”
“I have a room reserved at the Corbison Mansion. The reservation also includes an invitation to an exclusive costume ball, if you’re interested.”
“That sounds like fun. How far away is it?”
“About a 3-hour drive from here.”
“We better get going then,” she said as she got up from the lounge, grabbing her clothes, though she didn’t put them on, and headed back into the apartment. Twenty-minutes later we were on the road. The freeway was almost empty for a Saturday afternoon and the weather was perfect so the trip flew by as we talked and listened to music together.
“WOW!!!” we said, in unison, when we got our first look at the mansion. It was built almost like an 18th century castle and was nestled into a deep valley well out of the range of normal traffic.
“This place is awesome,” I sighed.
“You can say that again,” she agreed.
We drove up to the front door and were met by a valet and a doorman who led us inside. There we quickly checked in while a bellman took our luggage to our room.
“Would you like a tour of the premises?” that man at the counter asked.
“If you don’t mind.”
“My pleasure,” he replied.
For the next half-hour he led us through various rooms giving us a brief history of the building, the owners, and what to expect at the ball.
“I don’t have a costume,” Naomi said.
“That’s quite alright, ma’am. We have a large selection of costumes available for those who might need them,” he answered before completing our tour at the doorway to our room.
When I reached for my wallet to give him a tip he stopped me. “There’s no need for that, sir. It’s all included in the cost of your reservation. Dinner will be served at 7 o’clock followed immediately by the ball. Which means you have several hours to relax or enjoy yourselves.” At which point he bowed and left us.
“Well,” I said, imitating the guide, as I bowed and opened the door to our room, allowing Naomi to enter first.
“Holy…”
“What?” I asked, excitedly as I entered the room behind her.
The room was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Decorated in 18th century furnishings it could have been a duplicate for one of the finest European castles. The walls were covered with paintings of men hunting, and high-bred woman posing, while exquisite, erotic pieces of sculpture were placed throughout the room and several floor-to-ceiling windows allowed a view of the beautiful scenery. The largest piece of furniture was a 4-poster, king-sized bed with a deep-red velvet cover over the top. In addition, there were several chairs, couches, and tables scattered throughout. And hidden in a corner, behind room-screens was a porcelain tub big enough for two.
“This is unreal,” I mumbled.
“It seems pretty real to me,” she said as she ran her fingertips over the heavy bedspread. Then she stopped and smiled as she looked up, “But I don’t think you’ll find that in an old castle.”