I groaned softly as my deep slumber was interrupted by George extricating himself from me.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said quietly as he sat on the bed. “But Monday morning has found us.”
I rolled over and groaned in exasperation. I had absolutely no desire to get up and go to work but I could see that the sun had already risen. He leaned over and kissed my cheek.
“Take your time,” he said softly. “I’ll go put on some coffee.”
“Bless you,” I mumbled.
Awaiting his return, I sat up in bed, propping the pillows behind me with the covers at my waist, totally at ease with my breasts exposed. My, how things had changed!
I replayed the weekend in my mind. Eventful, to put it mildly, I grinned, as I considered my good fortune as well as the revelation that George was a man of many parts, most importantly vulnerable and subject to insecurities like anybody else.
And yet, I felt a bit of trepidation. Going to work would never be the same. Secretly, my new title could be Naughty Bitch to the Director of Product Development, I joked to myself. But eventually our relationship would have to become public and I’d have to cope with busybody Betty.
Before that, I’d have to endure Judy’s inquisition. Not that big a deal, but she would insist that I feed her vicarious curiosity.
Moreover, at some point in time I’d have to introduce George to my parents. I had no doubt that he’d be a perfect gentleman. Me, on the other hand, how could I look at my mother without feeling embarrassed? In all the years of living at home, I’d never known them to be that sexually active, or at least they’d been very quiet about it. There wasn’t much in the way to hide things in their little Cape Cod house that held so many wonderful memories. And now their little girl had indulged in a myriad of lascivious acts that would make a longshoreman blush.
Not that I regretted my new relationship with George. Far from it! It’s just that life outside of his house would require some major adjustments. Especially since a part of me just wanted to scream how divine it was – and all of its wonderfully naughty indulgences.
George startled me as he returned with two steaming mugs, offering one to me, which I gladly accepted and took a short sip.
“Black with sugar, right?” he asked as he joined me in similar fashion.
“Mmm, perfect. What time is it anyway?”
“A little after six. I know that’s earlier than when you have been getting up, but if we’re going to get to the office on time…”
“Yeah, I know, I know. We have to go to work, but it’s rude…nothing personal mind you.”
“No offense taken,” he assured as he gave me a quick kiss. “Enjoy your coffee. I’m off to the shower.”
“Okay,” I replied absently, preoccupied by the sight of his body and that wonderful cock.
There was nothing more I’d rather do than spend the day in bed with him. I sighed and resigned myself to drinking my coffee, as the sound of the shower conjured images of his washing playing voyeuristically in my mind. So why am I laying here? A few hasty gulps of coffee later, I opened the shower door.
“I was hoping you’d join me,” he said, pausing from shaving his grinning face. “Give me a minute to finish up and I’ll give you a hand.”
I started the second shower, briefly savoring the hot water cascading over me so divinely, then washed my hair and applied conditioner. He rinsed off his face, took both scrubbies, lathered them with soap, handed me the pink one and commenced washing himself with the other, watching me intently, as I mirrored his actions. As mundane as the process would normally be, I found it extraordinarily sensual, and, judging by his hardening cock, he was as well.
Dropping the scrubby, I let my hands explore my soapy flesh, initially squeezing my breasts and pinching my hard, aching nipples, then moving my right hand down to my slick pussy and my wonderfully smooth lips. Damn I loved performing for him, unabashedly touching myself to his caressing gaze.
Recalling our first night together, I said, “Show me how you like to be touched.”
Locking his eyes on mine, he also dropped the scrubby, and replicating my actions, played with his nipples and fondled his hard cock.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, “Stroke that big hard cock!”
Leaning back a bit, the water sheeted down his body until the suds were washed away, thrilling me with an unimpeded view of him proudly and vigorously pumping his majestic cock, lust clearly evident in his eyes.
“Yes! Make that big, hard cock cum for me!” I exclaimed as I continued caressing my tits and pussy, consumed with desire to climax with him.
“Then get on your knees and eat my cum, bitch!”
Ardently complying, my hands returned to pawing my tits and pussy as I knelt and aligned my open mouth with the head of his cock.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, bitch!” he bellowed, stroking his cock while keeping the tip oscillating on my lower lip.
As I joined him in ecstasy, my lips sealed around the crown of his cock, welcoming his salty seed filling my mouth while my body spasmed in its release.
“Show me that cum, you naughty bitch!” he declared.
Joyfully looking up at him, I briefly exposed his load puddled in my mouth and then swallowed; reopening to confirm that I’d consumed it all. Despite my initial reluctance, I now relished this ritual of devotion.
Placing his hand under my chin, he gently encouraged me to my feet, embracing me tightly, his slippery flesh playing against mine while his tongue forcefully invaded my receptive mouth. Coaxing me backwards, we luxuriated in the warm cascade from the shower, lingering until the water started to cool.
Breaking off the kiss, he said, “I guess that’s the sign for us to get out.”
“Yeah, but that was wonderful,” I replied as I rinsed the conditioner from my hair and the remnants of soap from my body, shivering slightly.
Turning off the water, he stepped from the shower and handed me one of the towels from atop the vanity, then took one for himself.
He finished drying off sooner than I, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how even the simplest things were so piquantly intimate, as I watched him hang the towel on the bar, apply aftershave and deodorant, brush his teeth and comb his hair.
“As soon as I’m dressed, I’ll see what I can rustle us up for breakfast,” he said with a quick kiss on my cheek before he exited.
“Okay, I’ll be down in two shakes.”
Maybe it was more than two shakes, but I hurriedly put myself together, disappointed that I would have to dress for work — a black blouse and oh so conservative black bra that left everything to the imagination, full cut black panties and jeans. My underwear and jeans felt so confining, but I could hardly go to the office otherwise.
I joined George in the kitchen, where the familiar sight of him, dressed in jeans and a yellow polo, sitting at the breakfast bar reading on his tablet greeted me. He’d gotten out butter, jam and orange juice. The dear man had even remembered to bring down both our coffee mugs.
I came up behind him and hugged him, planting soft kisses on his neck.
“Mmm, I hope you don’t mind croissants again. They should be ready in a couple more minutes,” he said.
“Works for me,” I replied as I sat next to him, “But I doubt I’ll ever be able look at them the same way ever again.”
“Oh really? How so?”
“Oh come on! You know the last time I had one, we were right here and I was an emotional wreck.”
“Yeah, I guess you were. How about now?”
“Well, I’m still an emotional wreck, but I mean that in a good way.”
“Do tell!”
Intentionally locking my eyes on his, I replied, “I’m on cloud nine now, but wearing underwear again is so damned restrictive!”
“I guess that’s my fault, but I’ll tell you what to do…”
I wasn’t sure where this was leading and his mischievous grin made me a little nervous despite that I usually loved when he did so.
“And that is?”
“When you get to the office this morning,” he started, barely controlling his laughter, “The first thing you should do is go see Betty and file a disability claim.”
“Oh, you are so wicked!” I teasingly chided, but couldn’t help joining his amusement, loving how he could always diffuse a situation with humor.
A timer dinged.
“Saved by the bell,” he said, rising and fetching the croissants from the oven with tongs and putting them on plates that he set before us.
As we began eating, any time we looked at each other, we snickered at his wonderfully preposterous suggestion.
About half way through, I’d finally regained my composure and said, “Can I ask you something?”
“Always, but as I’ve said before, you don’t have to ask.”
“I know, it’s an old habit, but I wanted you to know I’m serious.”
“Just so you know, I always take you seriously.”
“True and that’s one of the things that I really like about you. Anyway, what about now? I mean, what comes next? We’re going back to work and I just don’t know what to expect. How should I act about you?”
“Wow,” he said, “I guess you’ve got a lot on your mind!”
“I do. Normally I’d keep things to myself, but I feel I can tell you anything.”
“I can’t tell you what to do, but I can tell you what I’d like.”
“Okay…and that is?”
“What I’d like is you to pack a week’s worth of clothes and come back here after work today. I can help if you’d like, but it has to be your decision.”
Damn it! Tears welled up in my eyes.
“Uh-oh, did I say something wrong?” he asked.
“Far from it,” I answered as a droplet trickled down my cheek. “That would be wonderful. You’re just going have to get used to the fact that I can get weepy when I’m overjoyed.”
“I can live with that, but how will I know if you’re upset or overjoyed?”
“I’d be smiling.”
“Duh. I guess I walked right into that one. So now that it’s settled we’d better get a move on.”
As we drove back to my apartment, of course I still had one concerns spinning around in my head. George had put me at ease when I asked why he’d brought his laptop. He needed to meet with Chuck and debrief on his recent trip. Normally, they’d do it remotely, but George also wanted to let him know about us. And that, he wanted to do in person. How lovely, I thought, but that still left busybody Betty.