I sip on my drink with my laptop propped on my lap, typing away at my keyboard as I try to enjoy the summer day. I had just moved to Los Angeles a year ago, and still wasn’t quite used to the warm weather, despite purchasing a modern estate with a pool in the back. Though I had originally decided to buy it to help me relax, I couldn’t quite seem to do so, as my mind couldn’t help but constantly think of ways to improve my company.
I currently own a designer fashion brand, which had begun while I was still in high school living with my parents, and blew up over the past few years. I had worked day and night to get it to this point, and owed a lot of it to people who believed in me and wanted to invest.
I still felt somewhat out of place in the high fashion society, wondering if people could tell how young I was, and worried they would think of me as naive or inexperienced.
It was part of the reason why I couldn’t get myself to stop working, despite living in the house of my dreams in Calabasas. I put a lot of weight on myself, worried that my failure meant the loss of a job for my staff, as well as proving my haters right.
I was still typing away when Jess, my assistant, rang my phone. She never called me for something trivial, and I always made sure to take her call as much as I possibly could, even during important meetings and late at night. “Jess?” I answered, already ready to go.
“Relax.” She chuckled over the phone, “I just wanted to ask you if you’re interested in attending the grand opening of a new art studio tonight.”
I almost groaned at the thought. I had imagined myself spending the rest of the evening alone, maybe with a glass of my favorite red wine while binging some more television - I hadn’t expected to be invited out to an event so last minute. The truth was, I needed to stay relevant for my company to stay on top. That meant going to as many events as I possibly could, and getting my name and face out there. An invitation meant I had to agree, and Jess knew I wouldn’t say no if my schedule was open. “Is it at least a nice studio?” I asked, setting my laptop on the glass table next to me.
“It’s pretty high end. There’ll be some celebrities there for sure,” she said. That piqued my interest. It was always fun seeing someone I knew wear something I had helped design.
“I’ll be there,” I said.
“Okay, the car will pick you up at 7p.m,” she said.
I shook my head, then realized she wouldn't be able to see me, “No, I’ll drive there on my own. Just text me the address.”
“Ok, sir,” she replied, and I hung up. I still had a few more hours to kill, and I spent the first bit finishing my email, then jumping into the pool. I tried to visit the gym as often as possible with my busy schedule, and I found the pool to be the perfect escape for my mind to wander and my body to stay in shape. I did as many laps as I possibly could, eventually emerging from the water, gasping as I panted heavily. I wrapped a towel around myself and headed inside, already spotting the mess I had made the week before.
I typically tried to clean up at least once a week, but at times I was so busy with work I just couldn’t muster the energy to do it, and since I was single, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal. Of course, I could've hired a maid, but I had a specific way of doing things, and just couldn’t justify paying someone when I could just do it myself.
And so, still in my swimming trunks, I spent the next two hours cleaning the house, brooming the entire floor and mopping it before sticking my laundry in. I had music blasting on the speakers the entire time, and was so into it I had almost completely forgotten about the event. I checked my phone for the time, swore, then raced to the master bathroom, already stripping down.
I took the fastest shower I possibly could, dried myself, then walked to the walk-in closet. I flipped through my clothes, which consisted mostly of my own brand. I picked out a blue dress-shirt and black suede pants, then made sure the black and white sneakers I chose were what really made me stand out. I loved to dress business-casual, since a lot of people expected me to look good for the company, but also expected me to dress my age, which was still pretty young in comparison to other designers.
I stared at myself in the long mirror set in my room, making sure I looked presentable. I was roughly 6’2” with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a few freckles on my face. Because of the frequent gym visits, I was fairly slim and toned, though wasn’t bulky by any means - that just wasn’t my style. I typically wore glasses, but that day chose to wear contact lenses instead, though I liked to change that up from time to time. I liked to keep my hair shaggy and messy as well, with just a little bit of gel to keep it up.
Finally content with how I looked, I stuffed my wallet and phone in my pockets then locked the door behind me, immediately hearing my garage open up for me. Though Jess usually hired someone to drive me around, I still preferred to go on my own at times, especially on routes that didn’t have any traffic blocking my way. It was a Saturday evening, and I wanted to be able to drive my own vehicle and let loose a little.
I stepped inside my Porsche GT4 RS, adjusting the mirror before taking off.
It took around 15 minutes to get to the art studio, and I dropped off the key with the valet, making my way inside. The entrance itself was grandiose, and I had to drop my name for the guest list before the guards would let me in.
It seemed I had just made it in time, because the two owners, who appeared to be twin sisters, were calling people to attention, both wearing the same dress in different colors and beaming at the crowd. It was hard to tear my eyes away from the decor as I followed the crowd towards the center of the room. I knew I would have to take some time to examine the art alone when the presentation was over.
The twin sisters had clearly rehearsed many times, because their speech was absolutely flawless. I clapped with everyone else, stopping only to grab a drink from a waiter, a bubbly cider of sorts. A second after the presentation concluded, though, a woman grabbed onto my elbow, asking me if she knew me from somewhere. Thus began my multiple conversations throughout the night, trying to schmooze as many people as possible, as usual in the field. I was pleased to see a few people wearing my company’s designs, and had approached them to thank them for their patronage.
I felt as if I had spoken to hundreds of people, and had shook dozens of hands. It was not what I wanted my Saturday night to be, and I was feeling completely exhausted. I stepped aside, just wanting to have some breathing room.
I began looking through the gallery itself, mesmerized by the contemporary art. I wanted to take my phone out to snap some photos, since many of the designs felt almost inspiring, and made me want to get my hands on my computer to sketch some clothing out.
I was almost about to do so when a woman’s voice said behind me, “it’s wonderful, isn’t it? Though I don’t quite know what they’re trying to say here.”
I turned around to see a beautiful woman with a nose piercing, wide smile, and full lips. My eyes couldn’t help but trail downwards, staring at her body as her dress hugged tightly against her. She was wearing a short black dress with slightly ruffles and a slit down a single side, so high that I could see her thick thighs underneath. I could feel my throat run dry just looking at her. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman left me so speechless.
It took me a second to remember I had seen her before - wearing my own collection, no less. She had been hired to be a model for my limited summer collection last year, and we had published a magazine with some of her modeling inside. Realizing I had been staring at her for too long, I cleared my throat and said, “I don’t think it’s supposed to mean anything, really. Abstract art has been all the rage these days.”
She reached her hand out and I shook it almost immediately, marveling at how soft her skin was. It took us a second before we both pulled away. “I’m Jake,” I said, wondering if she knew who I was.
“Of course I know who you are,” she teased. “I’m Haley.”
“You modeled for us before, right?” I asked, though I knew I would never be able to forget a body like hers.
She nodded, her smile even wider than before, “yes, you remembered!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course I did, I’m still pretty involved in the company itself.”
“Aren’t you the owner? I thought you’d be too busy in Barbados or something,” she joked.
“No time. I’m still in charge of coming up with all the new designs, and you should see the amount of emails I get in one day,” I said, trying to go back to gazing at the artwork and not at her.
She shifted closer, studying it as well, “must be insane owning a company at such a young age.”
I looked at her, then back down to my fingers, “you’re right. I still can’t believe I’m here today. I still feel like a teenager sometimes.”
She sighed and nodded, “same. I have all these fans that freak out when they see me, and purchase everything I’m a part of, but I sometimes feel like I’m not worth all of their love, you know?”
I couldn’t help but turn to face her, my eyes slightly widening at her revelation. “Do you want to grab a drink?” I asked. She nodded, and we headed to the closest bar, both ordering for ourselves. We grabbed our drinks and headed to a corner, where a bench had been vacated just minutes before.
I couldn’t help but feel immediately at ease while chatting with her. I loved the way she laughed, and loved the way she seemed to listen to everything I said, hanging onto every word like it mattered to her. I hadn’t realized how long I had been missing something like that - or if I’d ever experienced it before. I wanted to keep talking to her, and was worried she would stand up and excuse herself at any moment.
We spent the next hour or so walking around and admiring the artwork together, and I was delighted to find she had the exact sense of humor I did. We made fun of the same pieces, and were awed by some others, though I was getting a little exasperated by frequent interruptions, with people wanting to continue our conversation from earlier or wanting to chat with her. She seemed to want to find somewhere more personal as well, and she grabbed onto my hand, pulling me to a dark corner, where only a few wait staff frequented from time to time.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” I joked, feeling more comfortable with her only after an hour.
“Perhaps… you did say you were single, right?” She smirked.
I crowded her against the wall, looking down at her piercing eyes, now framed by long fake lashes and cat-winged eyeliner. Her mouth was slightly agape as she looked up at me. “No, I don’t think I ever told you that…” I whispered.
“I may have searched you up when you were in the bathroom.” My eyebrows raised as I realized she was blushing. I had never pinned her as the type to get embarrassed, and I found it absolutely adorable.
Our bodies were pressed against each other, with neither of us willing to break eye contact. I could feel her hot breath, and my eyes flicked down to her lips, desperately wanting to taste it. “And why did you bother searching me up, hmm?” I asked, my voice even deeper than before.
“I was curious… what can I say? You intrigue me,” she admitted, biting her full lower lip. I couldn’t take it, my hands began trailing up her sides, hitching her dress slightly higher as I caressed her soft skin. Her ass felt incredibly juicy against my grip, and I felt myself begin to get hard. Fuck, she was driving me crazy.
“You intrigue me too, Haley,” I said before I pressed my lips against hers. She moaned, completely shocked by my intrusion, but soon began kissing me back. I pushed her harder against the wall and situated myself between her legs, hungry for more. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, and her soft tongue completely maddened me as I kissed her back.
She pushed her finger into my hair, tugging at it as I began grinding against her. Gods, we could be spotted at any moment, but I couldn’t stop kissing her, and it felt like she was feeling the same. I pulled back from her lips slightly, looking down to admire how puckered it was from my kisses. “You’re a great kisser,” she panted, looking at mine as well.
“I’ll have to admit, it’s been a while for me,” I said, feeling my dick grow even harder in my pants.
“Me, too,” she said, to my utter surprise. I had expected a woman like her to have men falling in her lap constantly. “I don’t just make out with any man I see at an art studio.”
I chuckled, “first time at a grand opening?”
She laughed, and pulled me into her again. I couldn’t get enough of her, and bit her lower lip, nibbling at it as she moaned against me. “You’re going to have to try to keep quiet if you don’t want people finding us,” I scold, and begin kissing down her neck, sucking and nibbling at any spot I could find. She spelt absolutely amazing, and I couldn’t tell if it was her natural scent, perfume, or a combination of both.
I reached the spot between her neck and collarbone and she let out another moan. I flicked my tongue against it, getting another reaction. “Found my first sensitive spot,” I said, grinning into her smooth skin.
“I’m so wet right now,” she said suddenly, making me stop everything at once. I looked up at her, our eyes meeting again. I could see the intent in hers, like she was ready to go all the way in the secret corner we found. I couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or just her, but for once, I was desperate to be inside someone I had just met.
I reached down and shifted her panties aside, and hissed, feeling how wet she was for me. “Fuck, we barely started, Haley.”
“I know… I don’t know what’s up with me…” she said, looking embarrassed again.
“Don’t be shy, it’s so fucking sexy,” I said before plunging two fingers into her. She let out a loud moan, and I used my other hand to cover her as I began pumping into her. Fuck, she was so tight and warm, I couldn’t even imagine how my dick would feel deep inside of her. My cock was pulsing and straining, begging to be released.
I used my thumb to circle her clit, driving her even more crazy as she began grinding into me. “I don’t think I’d ever cum in public before,” she said, her eyes shutting from pure bliss. I continued to fuck her even faster with my fingers, wanting to see her body unravel. Her legs began to shake, and her moans became louder and louder against my hand, with her eventually biting my finger to contain herself. I pumped until she reached the edge, her body quivering beneath me as she slammed her head against the wall.
I could feel her juices soak me as her pussy clenched around me, and I fucked her until her orgasm subsided, my body still holding her steady.
I pulled my fingers out of her and pushed it in my mouth, tasting her juices. It was even better than I imagined, and I flicked to her eyes to see her staring at me, still looking hungry for more. “Do you really want to do this? Right here?” I asked, my eyebrows arching.
She palmed my cock over my pants, feeling just how hard I was, “it doesn’t look like you’ll be able to wait for much longer,” she grinned.
“You’re right,” I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out, looking around us to make sure no one was nearby. I lifted her up, wrapped her legs around my back, and aligned myself against her soft pussy.
“I—” she began, but was cut off when I thrust deep inside of her. She gasped, her eyes closing once more as she adjusted to the length of my cock inside of her. “Fuckkk…” she moaned.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I groaned as well, trying to make sense of how hard she was squeezing me. I pulled out and thrust inside of her again, this time getting all the way inside. She moaned, and I barely cared if anyone spotted us - all I wanted was her to cum again with my cock deep inside of her.
I held onto her waist as I began thrusting, my whole body pushing her against the wall with every slam. Her pussy milked me as she met me thrust for thrust as she moaned my name over and over again. I had never felt pleasure quite like this before, and my body was tensing all over, trying to contain everything I was feeling.
She was just so fucking tight, and it had been so long since I fucked someone I could already feel myself getting close. “Play with your clit, baby,” I commanded, and she listened, pushing her fingers between us to stroke herself. I wanted us to cum at the same time, and began slowing myself, trying to get her there first, “cum for me again, Haley,” I demanded. Her legs began to shake once more, and it took me all of my effort to keep her up against the wall with me inside of her. As soon as I felt her pussy clench even tighter, I began thrusting again, and felt her body fall apart as she came once more. Her squeezing was my kryptonite, because I felt my balls tighten almost immediately. Hot cum began pumping out of me as my dick expanded inside of her, with the two of us moaning so loud in unison someone would definitely be able to hear us.
It took us a while to calm down, and when we finally did, I pulled out of her, setting her back down on the ground. “That was, by far, the craziest thing I’d ever done,” I said, still panting.
She rested her head on my shoulder, nodding in response.
“Want to go back to my place?” I asked, eager to continue spending time with her.
She nodded again, still unable to speak coherently.
I petted her hair, hugging her close as I felt her relax against me. The act of holding her close was almost as good as the sex itself and my mind raced, thinking of everything I still wanted to do to her and with her. What was happening to me?
Part 2
“Did you drive here?” I asked. I definitely wanted to bring her home with me, but I also didn’t want to leave her car here if she wasn’t comfortable.
She shook her head, “no, I got dropped off by a friend.”
“Great,” I grinned.
“Why, are you planning on showing off your car?” She laughed. We began walking out, and I nodded goodbye to a couple of people I’ve spoken with, trying to be as polite as possible. We were leaving before the event was supposed to end, but I was desperate for more time alone with her, and didn’t mind if people would be talking about it the next day.
The valet takes a few minutes before showing up with my car, and I look at her in my peripheral, smiling, “yes, that’s precisely what I was planning on doing.” I opened the door for her, letting her in before getting into the driver’s side.
We spent the car ride talking about the event. What they did well to entice us, what they should’ve done better. It was weird to me how easily the conversation flows with her. I didn’t think I’d ever experienced this with anyone else. I didn’t feel the need to change my personality to please her, and could feel the words flowing out easily, like I’d known her my whole life. I was still lost in these thoughts when I pulled up in my driveway, parking in my two door garage before walking to open the door for her again.
“Your house is quite spectacular for someone so young…” she said as I helped her out.
I felt a little embarrassed. I wasn’t the type to show off, but I also knew what I could afford, and with my booming business, the estate was well within my means. “Want a tour of the place?” I asked, hoping it wouldn’t sound too braggy. She nodded, looking quite excited.
“I do plan on being able to afford something like this one day…” She looked a little wistful as I opened the door to the side of the house through the garage. “I’m getting more and more bookings for modeling, so I do think I can get there. I’m just impressed that you’ve been able to do this at… how old are you?”
“Twenty one,” I replied, realizing for the first time that night how little we knew about each other. All of it had escalated so quickly, and we hadn’t really sat down to chat. I knew I liked her as a person, that was certain, but didn’t quite know all the details. And for once, I was interested in all of the details. “Lights on,” I commanded, and the entire house lit up at once.
“This is the living room…” I began. Gods, I didn’t know why I felt so nervous. I had given tours of my house before, but never to a girl like this, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was judging me at every step. Like she had the rest of the night, though, she made me feel at ease as she walked around the place.
“Wow, did you decorate it yourself?” I loved a mix of modern and vintage, and had a mix of light grays with wooden detail, most of which were salvaged and reworked with black metallic accents.
“I tried,” I chuckled. “Might’ve gotten some input from the internet.”
“I love it… it’s exactly my style.” She grinned. “Though I don’t know if I’d be able to fully accept you without seeing your computer setup. You are a PC gamer, right?”
“Not so much recently,” I admitted. “I’ve been so busy with work.”
She shook her head, “we’ll work on that.” I raised my eyebrows. Did that mean she was planning on continuing this further than tonight? Because I was definitely hopeful that that would be the case.
We moved to the kitchen, which I made sure had matching decor to the living room. The space itself was open-concept, which was quite usual for new houses in LA. The dining room had enough seating for eight, though I didn’t think I’d ever hosted a dinner for that many people. I had parties from time to time, but never any fancy dinners. In fact, I spent most of my evenings eating in the back deck alone, and I glanced at her as she surveyed the room, wondering if I would have one more for company in the near future.
“What’s next?” She asked. We entered the master bedroom, which was the first bedroom of three. I had set up an office in the second, and the third was a guest bedroom. She spun around, chuckling slightly, “this is way too much space for one person.” She was right. The king size bed was a little ridiculous, but I wanted to splurge, and the mattress salesman did an excellent job in convincing me it would be perfect for my space. “Though I do have one negative thing to say…”
I paused my tour, turning to face her, “oh?”
“You barely have anything that’s personal. Nothing that screams you. My house is covered in pokemon plush, plants, pictures of my friends and family and posters. I don’t see anything like that here!” I looked around the space, and realized it for the first time myself.
“I… you’re right.” I sat down on my bed, “I’ve been too focused on making it look fancy and new, I didn’t really think about making it me.”
“When’d you move in?” She asked, and traced a finger on top of a gray dresser, “there’s not a speck of dust.”
I laughed, “a few months ago. But I am pretty meticulous with my cleaning.”
“Didn’t hire a cleaner?” She asked, teasing me slightly.
I shook my head, “there’s something meditative about doing a deep clean,” I shrug, “does that make me less manly?”
“No, I love it.” She admitted, “my apartment is a huge mess compared to this.”
“Is that an invitation for me to come over?” I teased back.
“Oooo… you’re going to have to give me some warning first,” she laughed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take you out on a fancy date first.” I promised, and began moving back to the hallway for the next part of the tour.
“Are you asking me out then? On a date?” She asked. I could tell she was trying not to look too hopeful, and it warmed my heart. She must’ve been feeling just as nervous me, because we both desperately didn’t want to fuck this up.
“Would you be interested?” I asked, “I know this has all the workings of a one night stand, but I do really like you.”
She nodded, “100% yes. I’ll even dress up for the fancy date,” she laughed. I couldn’t help but imagine what she would look like in some of the outfits in my collection, and almost wanted to send some to her so I could see.
With that, we entered my home office, where I spent a big chunk of my time nowadays if I wasn’t at work. “Is this your pc?” She asked, wondering in immediately. I loved how at home she was already, and smiled as she sat on my chair, spinning around before landing right in front of the computer. “I think mine’s better.”
I approached her, tucking a strand of hair behind her as I leaned into the chair, tucking my legs in between hers. “You’ll have to teach me how to make mine better, then.” I said it in a low voice, and her smile faded slowly as she looked up at me, her expression shifted from amusement to intrigue.
I leaned down, wrapped my hands around her waist, picked her up, and turned us so I was the one on my chair instead. She gasped and held herself steady on my shoulders before looking down at me. “That was so sudden!”
“I wanted to see how you would look sitting on top of me,” I said, and she got my intent almost immediately. She climbed on top of the chair and wrapped her legs around mine, with her heavy tits right in front of me. My cock started to throb right away, and I was desperate to get the dress off of her. We’d played at the event, but I wasn’t able to see her fully naked. This was now the perfect opportunity to do so, and I could feel the blood serging to my cock just imagining it. “Your body is perfect,” I say, before reaching slightly upwards to press my lips against hers. There’s no hesitation at all. Her mouth opens for me, and I push my tongue inside, swirling against hers. She moans, and that sounds alone makes me even harder.
I know she can feel it, because she presses downwards, and I can feel her start to grind against me, “should we not move this to the bedroom?” she asked huskily, looking down at the trail of saliva now between our lips. Fuck, I wanted to fuck her in every single piece of furniture in this house.
“I don’t think I’ll be capable of walking that far,” I joked.
She trailed her tongue up my ear lobe, making me shiver, “can’t make two steps, huh?”
“I need you now,” I replied, grabbing the bottom of her dress and taking it clean off of her. Her tits look like they’re about to burst out of the black lace bra she’s wearing, and I immediately reach behind her to take that off as well. I barely glance at her nipples before taking one into my mouth, sucking on it greedily. She gasped, and grabbed onto my shoulder as I licked and sucked at her, using my other hand to pinch her other nipple. Her skin was so soft… so delicate, I couldn’t believe I was about to fuck her again.
She continued to rock against me, and the strain of my cock against my pants was almost too much to bear. I stopped playing with her nipples and reached below her, unbuttoning my pants and letting my cock out. She looked down at it, her eyes sultry and dark. “I wasn’t able to look at it at the event, but damn did I feel it…” she wrapped her hand around the base, and gave me one hard tug. I groaned, not able to help myself, and realized I wouldn’t be able to wait for much longer.
I pushed my fingers beneath her panties for the second time that night, pleased to find her ready for me once more. “You’re always so wet for me…” I commented, looking up at her to make eye contact. I watched her eyes roll back and her mouth drop open as I pushed in two fingers deep inside of her, and the clenching of her pussy around me almost drove me wild with lust.
It just didn’t make any sense. I’ve been with other women in the past, but none of them made me so greedy and needy, like I might combust if I couldn’t immediately slide my cock into her. I pulled her forwards and grabbed her lower lip with my teeth, pulling on it and letting it go. She gasped, and I used the distraction to pull my fingers out and slide my dick right into her again. Fuck, it was even better than the last time.
She didn’t waste a single second. She used my body like she was desperate for it, holding onto me as she rocked herself up and down my cock. I loved this position. I could see her every expression, could see how much she needed me, how much she needed my cock deep inside of her. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin and her moaning loudly with every stroke. I loved that we didn’t have to be quiet anymore, but I couldn’t help but wonder where else I could fuck her in public in the future without getting caught.
Her pussy clenched around my cock over and over, and it was driving me insane. I pressed my lip against her again, giving her a rough and demanding kiss. I loved the way she groaned into my mouth, that I was driving her just as crazy as she made me. “Are you going to cum for me, Haley? Are you going to be a good girl?”
She let out a loud groan, and nodded, “fuck… fuck that feels so good.”
I reached between her legs and began circling her clit. It seemed to be enough for her, though, because right when I touched it, I felt her milk my cock - hard - and she whipped her head back as she came, crying out my name and drenching me as I continued to pound into her. “Yess…..” she gasped.
I let her finish cumming, and stopped fucking her. She looked down at me, confused, and said, “you didn’t cum yet though…”
“You did make a mess all over my lap. I’ll need someone to clean it up.” Still in a state of lust, she knew exactly what I meant. She climbed off of me and knelt down, situating her face in between my legs. She wrapped her sweet mouth around the head of my cock, and sucked hard. I groaned and thrust into her involuntarily. “Fuck…” her mouth was just as tight and hot as the rest of her, and I knew I would cum in no time. She licked her cum off of my dick eagerly, tasting the mess she made like she loved it.
She reached up and began playing with my balls as she bopped up and down, swirling her tongue at the tip with every stroke. “You’re so fucking good at this,” I said, wrapping my hands around her hair to guide her. I could feel my dick travel down her throat with every thrust, and though she gagged a few times, didn’t let it stop her. I’d never had just a good blow job. Not even close.
With one particularly deep suck, I felt myself cum for the second time that night, my balls pulsing as my dick expanded in her mouth. She didn’t stop licking and sucking, and I could feel my hot cum explode out of me and travel down her throat. The thought alone was driving me insane. “Fuck…. Oh gods…” I finally let go of her hair, and she leaned back, wiping her mouth in victory.
“Seems like you enjoyed that,” her mascara was running down her face, and I thought she looked even more beautiful than she did before.
“Pretty sure you did as well,” I took her head, lifted her off the ground, and pulled her to the bathroom. She watched me as I ran the bath, and I studied her before asking, “are you staying the night?”
She thought for a second, “that depends on whether or not you were planning on adding bubbles to that bath…”
I raised my eyebrow, “did you really think I could have materials for a bubble bath?”
She laughed, “fine. But you’re buying some for next time.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” I pulled her panties off, lifted her, and plopped her right into the steaming water. She groaned as her muscles relaxed, and I entered after her, feeling right at ease again.
She leaned back against my chest, letting out a content sigh. “If you had told me I’d be taking a bath with a stranger at the end of the night I’d say you were crazy.”
I nodded in agreement, “but this all makes so much sense.”
“It does,” she closed her eyes, “let me know when you’re ready for round three.”
I laughed, “you’re such a greedy girl…”
“Only with you,” she admitted, letting out a small blush.
I picked up my sponge and began washing her, loving the way she relaxed her body for me. I had to admit it to myself - I was quite looking forward to the rest of the night with her, and the days to come.