Dedicated to the amazing angeloftemptation. Thank you for inspiring this story.
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He recalls very little from the night before but if there is one thing can he remember, it was the vision of Her, standing across the room in a sea of people talking to a friend. He recalls meeting her later on and her telling him that her name is Angel - Makes sense. It suits her well. It's 10:15 in the morning and he is leaning against the door frame starring at a work of art. He woke up expecting no one else to be in his home after the party he threw for his cousin's work promotion. Everyone else had left late in the night. But seeing her in the spare bedroom, lying in its bed, the white comforter kicked off onto the floor; it weigh-layed him, leveled him right out.
She's lying face down, no bra, just a black thong. Her heavenly dark brunette hair falling messily over a face made to hypnotize with it's unparalleled beauty. The light of the morning pierces through the blinds that were left slightly cracked open; it dances upon the smooth flawless skin of her back and makes its way over her full breathtaking ass. He just stands there at the threshold of the door, motionless, unable to move and do nothing but marvel and examine every inch of her body. She begins to move slightly -
"Mmmm" She sounds off as she begins to stretch in bed.
A single thought finally forms in his mind -
**My God, even the way her body moves - pure poetry in motion. Poetic beauty personified!**
Even the sound she made as she stretched, it floated through the air, made its way into his ear canal, bouncing off his ear drum and slithered into his brain causing an actual physical reaction in the form of goosebumps all along the skin of his entire body!
It was at this time he was awakened from his trance and decided that maybe it was time to step away so he wouldn't be caught watching her and be thought of as a creep. So he did just that.
He didn't know how he did it but even though he woke up with the painful urge to pee, he managed to surpass that feeling while his eyes were fixated on the beauty sleeping in the spare bedroom. He very quickly made his way into the bathroom, prepped and leaned in over the toilet bowl to let loose the waterfall from inside him! There was a point in which he was thinking it would never stop, but as it was he let out a very vocal sigh of relief!
Just then he hears a creak from behind him - The girl had woken up and walked in to the use the bathroom! They locked eyes for a second, both deer caught in a pair of head lights -
"Oh, My God! I am so sorry!" She exclaimed
"Oh shit! Nope that was my fault! I didn't shut the door all the way!" He tried to turn his body a certain angle but the damage was done - She had seen more than just the surprised expression on his face.
She quickly backed out of the bathroom and shut the door. On either side of the door, both are painfully embarrassed.
Some minutes later, He walks into the kitchen and sees her wearing something he recognizes right off the bat. It's one of his nice button down work shirts! This petite beauty had wandered into His bedroom, found one of his shirts and put it on. Not only that but she has managed to start the coffee maker. As she takes a seat at the kitchen table she puts her flowing hair up. She sees him walk into the kitchen.
"Oh, Hi..." She begins. She has the most perfect smile, it has a hint of embarrassment still residing from before when she walked in on him in the bathroom.
"Hello." He responds with a smile, trying desperately to act as if nothing had happened before.
"Again I just want to apologize for walking in on you before...and also for borrowing one of your shirts. Someone spilled red wine on my black dress last night."
**Oh my god, she's so fucking cute when she's apologizing! Ok just chill out and continue paying attention to what she's saying, you don't wanna get caught staring and not paying attention. That'll just make you creepy as hell!**
He can feel the blood rushing to his face (better than being caught having the blood rush to other places). He continues smiling and a small string of nervous chuckles escape his mouth.
"It's all good. Well hey I have a washing machine and dryer here. You can just hang out here while your dress gets washed."
The offer he made was genuine, on the flipside of that coin, it was also an opportunity to get her to hang around so he can have the pleasure of her company. Lord knows he hasn't been able to keep his eyes off her, especially all this morning!
"Oh my god would you really do that for me?" She asks. To him, her voice is like...cotton candy, sunshine and smooth jazz when her tone and pitch changes.
"Sure, absolutely! It's not a problem." He assures her.
As they wait while her dressed is being washed they hang out in the kitchen, sitting at the kitchen table across from each other. Each with a cup of coffee. The only thing she basically is able to wear is one of his button down dress shirts.
"So, we both saw each other last night at the party, briefly. But we never got to talk."
"This is true." He says before taking a sip of his coffee.
"So what do you do?" She inquires.
"Um...Why don't we start with you." He laughs nervously.
"Wait how come?"
"Well, it's just been a rough month is all and I'd rather not bring you down. I think you'd have some happier more interesting things to say. And truthfully, it's been a while since I've enjoyed a morning, having someone to talk to."
She smiles coyly. If he would actually want to be killed, he would want it be by Her smile. She had a smile to die for.
"So let's talk about you. Let's focus on you."
She giggles, "Ok."
The next hour they spend, talking, laughing, drinking coffee when suddenly they realize that it is becoming a shade darker outside and then no longer than a few seconds, multitude of taps upon the window. It's beginning to rain.
"Well, I'll go check on your dress." He gets up from his chair.
"Ok. But do I really need it today?"
He chuckles, "Ah well, yeah, kinda. Otherwise I think you'd get looks walkin' down the street in what you're wearing."
She giggles. "Hey what's wrong with what I'm wearing? It's your shirt."
"Oh there's absolutely nothing wrong with what you're wearing - You look...beautiful and sexy in that shirt!"
She looks down shyly checking out the shirt.
"Yeah? You think so?"
"Oh yeah! In fact, I may not wash that shirt after today - Ever."
She once again giggles in that cute way she does that makes him smile uncontrollably.
"Now you're just being silly."
"Is that a good thing?"
"Oh that's a very good thing..." She says giving a hint of a devilish grin.
"I notice you've been sneaking peeks at my cleavage for the past hour while we were talking." She continues.
Suddenly he feels his face get flushed and red hot.
"What?? Psh I so have not!" He protests, his eyes darting around innocently...Although he's not very convincing since she knows the truth.
"Hey it's ok, I know I have big boobs, and they can be distracting." She says getting up from her chair, standing in front of him on the other side of the kitchen table, she begins to undo each button at the top of the shirt. Slowly, taking her time.
She seduces him, ever so slowly. Each button letting loose, exposing more of her silky soft skin. His boxers are beginning to get a little tight on him. And she knows this so just to tease him even more she Stops, right at the middle of the shirt.
