Argh. Everything hurt. My luck went from bad to worse over the weekend. Too bad, just when things were going so well.
First, I somehow twisted my ankle and knee while working out. I spent about half a day icing it and taking ibuprofen while cursing my luck.
Hobbled, I decided to float in the pool. Tried the new spray-on sunscreen. Felt a little chilly going on and I didn't want to use too much. Turned out I used way too little. About 2 hours in, I realized I was turning a bit red.
Well, it wasn't a BIT red. I was a lobster from my thigh to my ankles. And then on my biceps. Woke up Sunday morning in pain. I guess trouble truly comes in threes because by the end of the day I had caught a summer flu, which had been going around the office. Started wheezing, sneezing, coughing. At least it wasn't the swine flu.
But I started the week as a wreck. Just getting dressed in a suit was painful. I limped to my appointments, and when a late afternoon meeting ended early, I headed home. Moving slowly and delicately, I stripped down to my boxer briefs. I took some cold medicine, sprayed on some aloe lotion with lidocaine, and sat in the recliner with the TV on.
Eventually, I moved over to the couch, with my head resting on the arm, carefully rotating my body so the burned areas faced the ceiling.
I woke up with a smooth, soft and cool weight across my eyelids - it felt great. "Hey baby, here are those eye coverings you ordered..." Giggle. Waking up with her tits in my face like that, I was momentarily distraced from my condition. Her face was over my chest and she gave me a couple of light kisses while pretending to smother me with her breasts. Good girl.
As her mouth moved up to my face, I instictively moved to kiss her. She put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down. "Baby, you're sick, remember? Let me take care of you." "Thanks, sweetness. Sorry 'about that. What time is it?" "About 7:30. Let's have a bite to eat, watch a bit of that Celebrity show and then go to bed early. I see your cock is awake... Maybe I'll take care of that for you later."
My appetite just wasn't 100%, but I forced myself through a salad that my topless waitress had made, along with some tortillas with avocados and salt - one of my favorite comfort foods. "You're just a sweet little thing, baby, aren't you? Taking care of your man..." "I'm sorry you're sick. You need some rest, and you deserve it."
She stripped off her shorts and revealed a pair of leopard-print hipsters. She turned and stuck her ass out at me and did a little shake, running her hands up from her upper thighs, over her ass and then out to her sides, then did another shake. "You deserve THIS too, but you're not gonna get it tonight. Oh, I see he woke up... Mmmmm. I like the tent in your boxers. I wish I could strip these off and sit on it. Here, kiss my ass for a second."
She came over, pulled one side of the panty down, and said "Kiss this cheek." I kissed across the cheek and got to her crease, sucking a little at the top and feeling her peach fuzz butt. "You naughty boy." She switched sides and I kissed her right cheek. Mmmmm, smooth, soft and little muscular. Again I moved to the cleft in her backside, and she moved aside as I moved down towards her hole. "Noooo.... No, baby. Easy. I'm gonna rinse off while you rest up a bit." She squeezed my cock, which had leaked a little precum onto my boxers.