Weeks Vacation Day 04

I been a busy little bee working double shifts so I've not had much free time to type this up. Sorry it's taken so long and hopefully it was worth the wait.

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* Michelle*

I was sprawled on my stomach, one arm dangling off the edge of the bed and my face buried in a pillow. My mouth was dry and I rolled over noticing my nudity and lack of covers at the same time I felt a twinge between my legs. I smiled, thinking of how amazing the things we'd done to cause my tenderness had been. I was a little past pleasantly tender.

I got up to stretch out as much of the stiff soreness as I could. I wondered where Brian was and why he'd gotten up so early but decided to shower before I went looking for him. Maybe he'd even join me again.

I shaved, washed my hair, taking my time. I got out when it became obvious I was wasting hot water. I dried my hair standing nude in front of the vanity mirror. I noticed I had several fingerprint bruises on one thigh and then a quarter sized one on my left ass cheek. Porn star bruises, I grimaced. Still at least they weren't on my knees. I bruised easily and certainly hadn't noticed when they happened.

I walked in the bedroom and pulled out a pair of lacy briefs and cut off shorts. I pulled a scoop neck tee on sans bra and wandered out to find Brian. I noticed the washing machine and dryer were both hard at work as I passed them going down the hall.

Brian was sitting at the kitchen table with his nose in a book. One hand was shoveling cereal in his mouth in a mindless way that I was disgusted to find myself thinking of as cute. I watched him for a while until I realized what he was reading.

"Seriously? I have two shelves of romance novels out of like fifty plus total shelves and you're reading a romance?" I moved to get a bowl and spoon out snagging the milk from the fridge before I settled at the table across from him.

"Good morning beautiful." He smiled at me sliding the cereal towards me. "I was doing research. This is pretty steamy stuff." He waggled his eyebrows. "Do you find this sort of thing romantic? I mean this guy tricked the girl into marrying him for her inheritance which it turns out she doesn't have but he falls in love with her so no harm done?"

"No honestly I don't. The local used book store has a free box out front." I pointed out the black mark across the top of the pages of the book. "The owner marks them so people don't waste her time trying to trade them back to her. I can't hardly resist a free book and once I have it well..." I shrugged helplessly. "If I can't find it a good home if it doesn't belong with me forever, what can I do but let it stay with me?" I acted as if I were covering the books ears. "They recycle unwanted books in this county."

He laughed. "So you're saying you can't turn away a homeless book? Have you read all the books in there? Or are a majority of them homeless?

I thought about it. "I'd say five percent are homeless but I think I read about two percent of those all the way through. I started to read them all of course. I don't just bring home every stray I find. That filth though, my Great Aunt Glenda can't get enough of those. Not that I hate all romances but she likes the ones with male chauvinist jackasses." I shrugged. "I pick um up throw them on a shelf and she carts them off when she visits."

"Well that's a relief. I was really wondering how I could manage to trick you into doing something you didn't want to do."

"I'd really prefer you stick to convincing me to do things I already wanna do. You're good at it. Thanks for starting the laundry by the way, that was sweet. I should probably strip the bed today." I smiled at him when he really registered what I'd said.

"I don't mind laundry. So what exactly do you want to do that I should be convincing you to do today?" He made a face. "That sounded better in my head."

I laughed and poured cereal. "I don't know about being convinced of anything crazy today. I know this is your vacation but how about a lazy day?"

"Lazy sounds good to me too. I don't expect you to provide a thrill a minute or constant entertainment. It's just nice to be here with you." He leaned over the table. "It has been though, a thrill a minute. " He waggled his brows before looking a bit sheepish. "I saw the bruises this morning. I'm sorry about those I knew I was too rough last night. I didn't really hurt you did I?"

"You didn't hurt me. It's fine and the bruises aren't really a big deal." I cleared my throat. "So what would you like to do today?" I finished a bit primly.

"How about we cuddle up and read or watch a movie in between doing the laundry?"

"Sounds good to me." I said beaming at him.

After I finished eating I did the dishes quickly and went back to strip the bed. Brian was in the hall folding clothes straight out of the dryer. He had the underwear I'd shoved into his pocket last night in his hands and I realized the load was nothing but my delicates he'd even used a lingerie bag. I was impressed despite myself.

I had just unfurled the fitted sheet when Brian came in and took up the other side. We made the bed together and I was amused when I caught him tucking covers and all under the mattress up his side of the bed. He got all the way to the top before he grunted in obvious disgust and undid it. He proceeded to do a very neat hospital corner which is exactly what I like. I enjoyed watching him. The muscles in his arms rippled and his face was very expressive.

"So exactly how serious were you about my keeping that little gift you gave me last night?" He'd turned and picked up a pile of folded underwear he'd brought in and on top were the ones I'd put in his pocket last night.

I laughed. "If you wanted them you shouldn't have offered them back to me. Those are expensive."

"I prefer them on you or just taken off of you." He winked and turned to put my things away. "I'd love to take you shopping sometime. You seem to be lacking a few color choices here."

I laughed thinking he was teasing me. My underwear drawer was like an explosion I never folded the panties. All my bras were neatly lined up on one side in a stark contrast to the tangle of panties on the other.

"Why no pink? Or purple?" He was unfolding and mixing in the panties he'd gone to put away. He paused to feel a pair of silk briefs between his thumb and fingers.

Oh he was serious. "I'm not really a fan of pink. I just haven't found any purple I like lately. So I suppose you think taking a girl shopping is gonna be like a movie montage. I'd come out and parade around for you and the store would be amazingly empty."

It was his turn to laugh. "No I don't think that. I might hope to see you in them later but honestly I just liked the idea of you wearing something I bought. Like you'd have to think of me every time you wore them. I think you'd look amazing in pink."

"Oh well I don't need underwear you bought for that now do I?" I mumbled it as I turned to gather up the dirty sheets. I was thinking of how the underwear I'd worn every day this week would remind me of him.

"Are you saying you'll think of me anyway or you can look amazing in pink without underwear?" He was holding up the only garter belt I owned.

"That I'd think of you but maybe the other as well. You know those aren't crotchless panties right?" I teased.

"Yeah. So what are the chances you have thigh highs and you'll wear them for me?"

"I could do that." I went and dumped the sheets in the washer. I went back to the bedroom and took out a pair of black lace stockings. I held them up.

His head dropped back and he groaned. He came over wrapping his arms around my waist and burrowing his face in my neck. "I might not be able to resist eating you all up." He made growling noises and playfully pretended to chew on my neck.

I laughed and tossed my head back not even pretending to try to get away. He kissed the corner of my mouth, hugging me tighter. I closed my eyes wanting to savor the feeling.

We broke apart. I shucked my shorts, the briefs I'd chosen this morning were a pale green. I moved over to the dresser and fished out a pair of black lace briefs. Brian moved to sit on the edge of the bed, I began gathering up a stocking after I traded the panties and slipped the garter belt into place. I balanced on one foot to slip my toes into the stocking. I placed my toes on Brian's knee as I began smoothing it up my calf.

My hair swung like a curtain over one shoulder. I hooked the garter's clips to the top of stocking, smoothing my hands up the length of my leg. Brian's hands followed mine more slowly, caressing. I could tell from the look on his face he appreciated the view as well as the feel of my lace clad leg. I began to work on gathering up the other turning away from him this time to offer a view from behind. I pointed my toes and bent at the waist. When I finished I slowly straightened and turned.

Brian was slightly leaned back and clearly enjoyed the show based on the slight bulge in his jeans. He sat up so he could snag the hem of my tee with one hand. He reeled me back until I was standing between his knees. "Take your shirt off for me."

I crossed my arms and grasped the hem and slowly pulled it over my head. I'd skipped the bra that morning. Brian made a deep growling noise of approval when my bare breasts came into view. I dropped the tee and grabbed the hem of his tee, pulling it over his head. I stepped closer knees bumping the mattress as his hands stroked down my outer thighs.

I was already excited, the little show I'd put on for him had worked on me far more effectively than him as far as I could tell. He slowly worked his lips across the under side of one breast, seemingly in no hurry. I wanted more, faster.

I pulled away dropping to kneel in front of him. I slid my hands down his chest from his shoulders making sure to graze his tight little nipples. His stomach clenched jumping under my fingers as they slipped in the waist band of his jeans. I worked his fly open tugging the zipper down to find he didn't have any briefs on. His hard cock popped up eagerly and I rewarded it by taking it straight into my mouth.

"Fuck!" His fingers delved into my hair pulling it back from my face. I looked up watching him watch me. I loved the feeling of power I had with my lips wrapped around his hardness. Any woman who thought this was a subservient position was sadly uninformed. I grasped the base with one hand working it in time with my lips sliding up and down his shaft. I wasn't in the mood for teasing and my other hand slipped down to circle my clit through the lacy crotch of my panties.

Brian couldn't handle this very long and soon grabbed me under the arms pulling me up and turning me so my back was towards him. I felt his fingers hook under the crotch of my panties pulling them to the side even as he pulled me back onto his lap. The head of his cock almost made the entrance unaided, then slid up over my clit. He groaned in frustration. The hand on my stomach moved to guide his erection into my extremely wet cunt.

This was what I had wanted, to be taken with urgency and just a bit of force. I wanted him to want me like he had the night before. He'd been wild and rough when he had me pressed up against his truck. His thrusts were hard and his hands were a little hard themselves where they gripped me and pulled me tight to him. I thought he'd be cumming any minute with the pace he seemed to be setting and was eager for it even. He surprised me however by abruptly standing with me. I probably would have fallen over had his hands not still had a firm hold on me.

He turned us bending me over my vanity chair before thrusting his cock deep into my pussy once more. I felt the panties rip when he tugged them forcefully out of his way. My hip burned where the brunt of the pressure had come from when he did this. The pain only distracted me for a moment before the pleasure took back over. I let my head fall forward my arms braced against the vanity edge to keep the chairs back from digging into my middle.

"I'm close..." I assured him hoping he'd be able to hold out just a little longer. I could feel my orgasm building pleasurably but not as fast as I'm sure his was. One hand gathered my hair and tugged my head back gentle but firmly insistent. My eyes opened and I realized he was watching us in my vanity mirror. I could see the strain on his face of holding himself back. His jaw was clenched tightly. I saw his eyes flicker from mine to my breasts bouncing with his every thrust. The whole scene in the mirror was enough to push me over the edge.

I moaned, watching my own orgasm and Brian's obvious pride at being the cause of it through half lidded eyes. His pace quickened then stopped with him thrust deep and I felt the hot spread of his cum deep inside me. I could feel my thighs quivering with a combination of exhaustion and strain. Brian palmed one of my breasts still watching us in the mirror.

"Fuck!" His voice was uneven, breathing still ragged. He pulled me upright to lean back against him. His chin came to rest on my shoulder. The hand on my hip slid over my stomach to slowly rub my mons. I shuddered a little, still sensitive from my recent climax. He slowly plucked at my nipple as well watching himself do so in the mirror.

"I always thought a mirrored ceiling seemed cheap and sleazy but I'm seeing the appeal right now." He chuckled a little still playing with my body lazily. His toes hooked a leg of the chair dragging it to the side. "Put one foot up there."

I did noticing my panties were indeed ripped up the right side all the way to the waistband. They were held together there by a grand total of five threads. Brian snapped these with a quick tug.

"These I think I will take home with me," he said pulling them down out of the way of his view. They were still intact on one side and even held up in place by the straps of my garter belt but with my thigh raised up to the side the crotch fell away. The view of my pussy in the mirror was clearly what he'd been after. He made a rumbling appreciative noise in his throat eyes locked on the site. "Look at that." His voice was soft but commanding. "So beautiful. I'm going to brand this in my memory. Has to be the most sexy thing I've ever seen in my life."

His palm grazed up the inside of my stocking clad thigh until it hit bare skin. He gripped at me softly before sliding up further till his fingers grazed the protruding inner lips of my pussy. He stroked them before sliding his fingers deep into my wetness. His touch was soft and gentle which I was grateful for. The tenderness of this morning was more of a rawness now that the effects of my orgasm had worn off. I must have made a sound of protest or pain because he apologized immediately withdrawing his fingers.

"I'm just a little sore." I said removing my foot from the vanity chair. I unhooked the garter belt from my left stocking letting the ruined panties fall to the floor.

"Leave those on." He kissed my shoulder, "I promise I'll behave myself."

I re-hooked the garter before turning to wrap my arms around his neck. He'd stepped out of his jeans at some point and I enjoyed the feel of his bare body aligned with mine. I burrowed into his neck inhaling the sweet smell of him. His arms were gentle and even a bit tentative when he hugged me and I giggled.

"I'm not gonna break, you know. I'm a little sore but it'll go away. That was amazing, exactly what I wanted." I made a bad impression of a cat growl. "Raow! It was very hot how forceful you were." I admitted this last smiling into his chest.

He tipped my head up so he could see my face with a hand on the back of my neck. "You drive me crazy. I've never been this way with anyone. I got very jealous at one point there." It was his turn to flush, cheeks red. "I couldn't help but wonder who you bought these things for and who else has seen you like this. I didn't like it but I shouldn't have been so rough with you."

I cleared my throat stalling while I decided whether to be amused or annoyed. "I said I liked it and I meant it. In fact there at the end it should have been fairly obvious exactly how much I liked it." I chuckled even as I felt myself blushing despite myself. "As for who I bought them for that's..."

His hand covered my mouth quickly and he shook his head, "I don't want to know, really. I just wanted you to know the way you get to me and I'm still sorry no matter how enjoyable it was. You're going to be covered in bruises tomorrow."

I growled, pulling his hand off my mouth. "I said I wanted you to be forceful. I also was going to tell you I bought all my underwear for my fucking self! I've never bought underwear to impress a man, naked impresses them just fine. If I wanted it soft and tender I would have made that clear. I've never had a problem with saying no in my life" I scooped up my ripped underwear and threw them angrily in his face. "Also don't ever cover my mouth to shut me up it just really pisses me off." I was completely out of steam by the end of this sentence.

I grabbed my shorts and shirt on my way into the bathroom. I washed up a bit. I pulled on the clothes refusing to go out and apologize for my outburst or even admit I'd forgotten underwear. Being stubborn almost always carried it's own forms of punishment.

When I came out Brian had put his jeans back on and he'd used some of my lipstick to write 'JERK' on his forehead and 'I'm sorry' on his chest. I burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, too. That was a bit over the top."

He smiled "I don't know about that. When I thought about it well...Only an asshole asks a question without expecting an answer. I'm not a chauvinistic pig most of the time. So truce?"

I nodded. Then smiled wider when I spotted the lipstick he'd used on the vanity. It was a stain I'd only used once because it was better than it's 12 hour promise and had it fact proved almost impossible to remove. "I'm sorry!" I burst out before I collapsed laughing on the bed. He gave in and laughed with me when I explained what he'd used to write 'Jerk' on his face.

I ended up using rubbing alcohol but got the jerk to disappear completely. I didn't meet with the same success on his chest but he managed to laugh it off. "This way I'm ready if I piss you off again. Which if it'd get you to toss your panties in my face every time I'd be very tempted to do."

We ended up in the library. Brian picked out a mystery and I grabbed an old favorite. He stretched out and put his head in my lap. I petted his head while we read. I noted how he seemed to eat up every bit of psychical attention he was given. When I ran my fingertips behind his ear his eyes drifted closed and he tilted his head to give me better access.

I spent far more time watching him than reading and I wondered if he was honestly reading himself or simply flipping pages every so often. One of his hands stoked the back of my calf. I could tell he enjoyed the feel of the lace.

The dryer buzzed long before we actually got up and went to get it. It was nice folding and hanging clothes with him in the tight space. My hip bumped his butt when I stretched for a hanger and he bent for more clothes out of the machine. His forearm rubbed over my back as he flicked the wrinkles out of a shirt. I was almost ready to change my mind about enjoying laundry but only if I got to do it with him.

I'd noticed how easy he was to be with from the first day. I especially noticed when we had worked in the kitchen together. I'd thought how rare it was to find someone so easy to work with. We moved around each other without having to talk, like we'd been doing it for years.

I made us BLTs for lunch while he switched the sheets to the dryer and put in the last load. I was still putting them together on plates when he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me from behind.