looking forward to the weekend.
***
By eight am, I was dressed and eating some breakfast, on my second cup of coffee, when my phone beeped that I had a text message.
What are you wearing?
I smiled, recognizing the number Aaron had left on the note this morning.
Who is this? How did you get this number? I answered, hoping he’d get my playful tone.
Isn’t this the hot chick I got off last night… four times?
I laughed out loud, counting to myself: the stairs, the bed, the car, the garage. I answered:
Make that five. I couldn’t stop thinking about you this morning, and treated mysel f
It took him a minute to respond, and I enjoyed picturing that slow smile spreading across his face.
Call in sick today.
But I feel great. That’d be LYING.
Then call in well. It’s a beautiful day, and I want to see you naked. On top of me. Again.
Once again, heat shot through my entire body. I texted Robert to let him know I was taking the day off. I worked so hard, he never cared when I took a mental health day. I didn’t need to explain it was a sexual health day.
Done. Now get over here.
He didn’t text back. But he knocked on my door ten minutes later.
I had unlocked the door, so I called down the stairs, “Come in!”
He flew through the door, looking gorgeous in cargo shorts and a tight black t-shirt. He kicked off his shoes, then took the half-staircase in two strides. I was standing at the top of the stairs, and he barely slowed down, just wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the floor. As I wrapped my legs around him, he carried me down the hallway toward my bedroom, kissing me all the way.
Inside my bedroom, he fell onto the bed, with me beneath him, somehow managing not to hurt me. He’d obviously practiced this move. I laughed with abandon.
He smiled down at me. “So, you treated yourself, huh?”
“Yup,” I said smugly.
“Show me.”
I thought about it for just a second before I decided that putting on a show for Aaron was going to be just as erotic for me as it was for him. I smiled and pushed him off of me, sitting up and getting off the bed. I started by slowly, slowly, unbuttoning my blouse and easing it over my shoulders. Then I turned by back to him, so we could both watch me in the floor-to-ceiling mirrored closet doors.
I undid my pants and slid them down, deliberately bending over at the waist to show him the thong I’d slipped on that morning. I only owned two or three of them, but I’d wanted something sexy on that morning when I’d dressed. I watched his face in the mirror as he focused on my ass, reaching out to touch me. But I moved out of his way.
“I thought you said to show you,” I said teasingly. He said nothing.
I eased out of my pants, slipped off my bra, and sat down again where I’d sat earlier, naked. I ran my hands up my stomach, to my breasts, and playfully teased my own nipples. I loved that, but Scott had never done it. He’d always treated my breasts like bread dough that required kneading. Not sexy. At all.
I reached back behind me, where I’d left Big Ed. Aaron hadn’t noticed him until now.
He raised his eyebrows. “So that’s my competition, huh?”
I just smiled. Then I turned Big Ed on and teased my own thigh with him. Aaron watched, almost panting. I kept teasing myself, caressing my thigh, keeping Big Ed away from my clit, wanting to draw it out. I ran my other hand down my stomach and teased myself around my clit, not touching myself really, just giving Aaron the show he’d asked for.
I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by turning him on. Aaron ran his hand through his hair, watching everything I did, while I watched him in the mirror.
Finally, I eased Big Ed inside of me, moaning as I slid him up. I was so wet now, I didn’t wince this time.
That’s when Aaron showed he obviously couldn’t stand it anymore. He stood up, wrenched off his shirt, and stripped off
***
By eight am, I was dressed and eating some breakfast, on my second cup of coffee, when my phone beeped that I had a text message.
What are you wearing?
I smiled, recognizing the number Aaron had left on the note this morning.
Who is this? How did you get this number? I answered, hoping he’d get my playful tone.
Isn’t this the hot chick I got off last night… four times?
I laughed out loud, counting to myself: the stairs, the bed, the car, the garage. I answered:
Make that five. I couldn’t stop thinking about you this morning, and treated mysel f
It took him a minute to respond, and I enjoyed picturing that slow smile spreading across his face.
Call in sick today.
But I feel great. That’d be LYING.
Then call in well. It’s a beautiful day, and I want to see you naked. On top of me. Again.
Once again, heat shot through my entire body. I texted Robert to let him know I was taking the day off. I worked so hard, he never cared when I took a mental health day. I didn’t need to explain it was a sexual health day.
Done. Now get over here.
He didn’t text back. But he knocked on my door ten minutes later.
I had unlocked the door, so I called down the stairs, “Come in!”
He flew through the door, looking gorgeous in cargo shorts and a tight black t-shirt. He kicked off his shoes, then took the half-staircase in two strides. I was standing at the top of the stairs, and he barely slowed down, just wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the floor. As I wrapped my legs around him, he carried me down the hallway toward my bedroom, kissing me all the way.
Inside my bedroom, he fell onto the bed, with me beneath him, somehow managing not to hurt me. He’d obviously practiced this move. I laughed with abandon.
He smiled down at me. “So, you treated yourself, huh?”
“Yup,” I said smugly.
“Show me.”
I thought about it for just a second before I decided that putting on a show for Aaron was going to be just as erotic for me as it was for him. I smiled and pushed him off of me, sitting up and getting off the bed. I started by slowly, slowly, unbuttoning my blouse and easing it over my shoulders. Then I turned by back to him, so we could both watch me in the floor-to-ceiling mirrored closet doors.
I undid my pants and slid them down, deliberately bending over at the waist to show him the thong I’d slipped on that morning. I only owned two or three of them, but I’d wanted something sexy on that morning when I’d dressed. I watched his face in the mirror as he focused on my ass, reaching out to touch me. But I moved out of his way.
“I thought you said to show you,” I said teasingly. He said nothing.
I eased out of my pants, slipped off my bra, and sat down again where I’d sat earlier, naked. I ran my hands up my stomach, to my breasts, and playfully teased my own nipples. I loved that, but Scott had never done it. He’d always treated my breasts like bread dough that required kneading. Not sexy. At all.
I reached back behind me, where I’d left Big Ed. Aaron hadn’t noticed him until now.
He raised his eyebrows. “So that’s my competition, huh?”
I just smiled. Then I turned Big Ed on and teased my own thigh with him. Aaron watched, almost panting. I kept teasing myself, caressing my thigh, keeping Big Ed away from my clit, wanting to draw it out. I ran my other hand down my stomach and teased myself around my clit, not touching myself really, just giving Aaron the show he’d asked for.
I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by turning him on. Aaron ran his hand through his hair, watching everything I did, while I watched him in the mirror.
Finally, I eased Big Ed inside of me, moaning as I slid him up. I was so wet now, I didn’t wince this time.
That’s when Aaron showed he obviously couldn’t stand it anymore. He stood up, wrenched off his shirt, and stripped off
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