I woke up to the sound of Anna's alarm, slowly rousing from deep sleep to reach over and shut it off. I didn't know if I'd ever have a better night's sleep -- spending hours having energetic sex with the beautiful love of my life had proven to be quite the soporific. As I shook off the haze of sleep, I felt well-rested and content despite the early hour.
The previously mentioned beautiful woman, Anna, was lying in bed next to me, stirring from her alarm but in no hurry to wake up. Her tawny brown hair was strewn across her pillow, framing her peaceful face. Her eyes, a piercing blue when open, remained stubbornly closed, and her lips parted slightly, almost invitingly. The comforter shifted when I rolled and reached over her to turn off her phone, and when I looked back at her, I saw the familiar swell of her full breast exposed, capped by an enticing pink nipple that was rapidly hardening in the cool morning air.
Unfortunately for me and the equally rapidly hardening length between my thighs, I knew she hadn't given us time for any extra-curricular activities this morning when she set her alarm. Anna was working all week on photoshoots for a pajama and lingerie company; as a model-slash-influencer, she made most of her income from her successful (and for now, still mostly tasteful) OnlyFans account, but still maintained a fairly popular Disney influencer model page and worked normal, somewhat mainstream modeling gigs as long as they could help her extend her subscriber base.
Given the lack of any real light streaming around her blinds, I could see why Anna wasn't eager to wake, but work being work, she didn't have much of a choice. I leaned in, brushing my lips gently across hers, and kissed her. It didn't take more than a second for her to kiss me back, but when I lifted my lips from hers, her eyes remained closed. I rolled my eyes, turned on the lamp on her nightstand, and grinned before pinching her perfect nipple.
"Alright, I'm up," she laughed, playfully swatting my hand away.
"I was going for a more 'Sleeping Beauty' awakening, but it didn't work. I don't recall anybody needing to grope her breasts to wake her, but maybe that's just the Disney version, they're always sugarcoating things," I joked. Anna grinned as she blinked her eyes open.
"Probably not, but now I'm wondering if there's a smut version. I'll search for it later," she said thoughtfully, before giggling when I stared at her. "What?" she asked. "Could be hot. What if it's his dick touching her lips that wakes her? Oh, you should wake me like that tomorrow!"
"At least you have a career in young adult romance novels if this whole modeling thing doesn't work out," I quipped back, ignoring her attempts to get me even harder, even though I knew she wasn't just teasing.
"Mmhmm. You know you didn't have to wake up, right? It's not even five in the morning yet," she said softly as she grew more aware of the situation.
"I do, but you did let your alarm run for a while," I said with a raised eyebrow, and she grinned sheepishly back at me, "and I wanted to see you before work anyway. Can you get ready quickly enough for a Starbucks run on the way? My treat," I offered. Anna's nose crinkled cutely as she smiled at me.
"For a free macchiato? Duh," she said, and whipped the blankets off theatrically, before swinging her legs off the bed. Anna stood, her gorgeous, naked body positively radiant in the soft light of the nightstand lamp. Without a word, she headed towards the walk-in closet, which led to her master bathroom. "Stare as much as you like," she said, sounding amused and continuing our running joke that I was always watching her butt as she walked away. Alright, I guess not so much a joke as a simple reality that she teased me about, given that I
was
staring. The round and toned globes of her ass were simply impossible to ignore; Anna was a stunning woman in every possible way.
When she disappeared, I stood and followed her, my not-quite-fully-erect manhood leading the way to join her in the shower. It truly was a shame we didn't have more time this morning.
***
After a quick Starbucks stop with Anna, who looked stunning even without makeup (she'd get it done professionally at her shoot today) and wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a baggier sweatshirt, I kissed her goodbye and headed home to change into new work clothes. My half-finished coffee was still warm as I got home to my apartment. After changing, I filled an overnight bag for the planned stay-home date at Anna's place tonight and grabbed a Pop-Tart out of my pantry, then headed to work.
Pulling into the lot an hour before I even needed to be there, I thought about what training I still needed to do with Becky, the manager who was replacing me at my old hotel. I was there for the entire day today to make up for the night shifts I'd worked at my new hotel, the Global Gateway, earlier in the week. I was still splitting my time training Becky and being trained to replace Rick, the current general manager of the Gateway, until the end of the week -- three more workdays remained before I took over as the next GM.
For that matter, there were three more days until my 30th birthday, which would also make me one of the youngest general managers to ever be handed a hotel the size of the Gateway. And four more days until, well, I tried not to think about how nervous I was feeling about that other thing. I knew it was the right decision, I just hoped I wasn't alone in knowing that. The small jewelry box in my nightstand at home held Anna's and my future in it, one way or another.
***
The day went smoothly. Wednesdays were rarely busy in Orlando. Most vacationers either came for a long weekend or stayed for a week or more, so check-ins midweek were not as common as on other days. Becky and I spent the day poring through my tasks, walking through responsibilities, and going over the scheduling software. On break, I checked my phone and found an image of Anna wearing yellow lingerie and biting her lip seductively towards her phone's camera, held aloft for the selfie. The yellow set she wore was not unlike the blue one she'd worn last night, and I had to shunt aside that memory lest I pitch a tent in the breakroom. A second image had followed, almost identical to the first except her free hand had pulled a cup down to expose her breast, and she was winking at the camera. Welp, too late, I thought wryly, and adjusted myself before anyone else could walk in.
The second half of the shift was much the same as the first, other than a minor issue involving a child spilling a good deal of juice in the hotel's entrance and leaving sticky orange footprints all the way to the elevator. I left feeling pretty good about Becky's preparedness to take over my old job in a couple of days.
***
"It's open," came Anna's reply through her video doorbell when I arrived at her place. I stepped inside and walked through to the kitchen, where I found her bustling around a meal she was preparing. From the ingredients scattered around her island, I gathered she was making an Asian dish of some kind. She was dressed in joggers and a tank top with a white apron over her clothes.
"Hey, beautiful," I said as I stepped up to her and gave her a quick kiss before she jumped back into slicing vegetables. "How was your shoot?"
"It was alright. Not a huge fan of the photographers, I don't like the angles and compositions they're using. Riviera's team knew how to make us look hot in their product, these two seem out of their league. It's like they were more suited to basic website product images rather than sexy modeling, if that makes sense," she explained as she sliced up some Bok Choy. Some unidentified meat, maybe ground pork, was sizzling in a skillet behind her.
"Maybe that's their goal?" I said. She shook her head.
"No, these are supposed to be the Instagram shots, and I've seen the ones Sweet Cheeks uses; these aren't in the same vein. I know these photographers aren't their regulars, just people who were available this week in Orlando."
