The taxi pulled up to my apartment complex and I grabbed my bags and went inside. My apartment was relatively nice, a little small but met the needs of a single guy. With the money I was now making, I contemplated looking for a new nicer apartment, but it didn't make sense being on the road as often as I was.
My neighborhood was rather peaceful in comparison to the hustle and bustle of most of Los Angeles. Many families made it their home, due to the good schools and cheaper cost of living. The neighborhood had been close to my old job and many of my friends, so it definitely served its purpose.
My two and a half week break would serve me well after two full months on the road, and I was excited to get to visit with a few of my friends and sleep in my own bed. Instead of going out to bars, I offered to have most of my friends over. If I was not going to be hitting on women, it didn't make much sense to sit in a loud bar.
Two of my best buds came over almost every night the first week, but the second week both got busy with work. Ever since my night in Houston, I had sporadically texted Jake the Snake for small talk, just to try and build a connection with someone else at The Agency. I found out that he had returned to LA from his most recent assignment, so I invited him to hang out near the end of my second week off.
Jake was the type of guy that just elicited coolness. The way he talked and the way carried himself just put off a confident cool vibe. Jake and I sat around watching football and knocking back a few beers. We talked some about work. It was fun to be able to share some of the sexy experiences I had and to hear about some of the wild romps he had. Much of the rest of the night we talked about things outside of work (our past: family, school life, work, etc.).
I learned that Jake had been a former college football player, which explained his chiseled body, but his dreams of playing professionally got cut short by a knee injury. He was working at a car dealership before Claire had recruited him to The Agency.
The football games ended and Jake finished up his beer before heading home for the night. He had a shorter break than I did and was going to be back on the road the next day. I was glad to have met Jake and formed a friendship, even if it had occurred under unfortunate circumstances.
I began to clean up the trash and empty bottles that were scattered on the coffee table. It had been a good night, but it was about time to turn in for the evening. As I tossed the final two beer bottles in the trash can, I heard a knock on the door.
"Jake must have left something," I said to myself as I glanced over the living room looking for something that had been left behind. I hadn't noticed anything, but went ahead and opened the door.
"Hey, man you forget some-," I stopped surprised to not find Jake at the door. Standing at the door was a beautiful blonde that I knew far too well, Taylor Swift.
"You expecting someone else?" she laughed inviting herself into my apartment.
"Umm, well...," I stammered, "I certainly wasn't expecting to see you. Would you care to have a seat? I can get you a drink if you'd like?"
"That sounds lovely," Taylor said as she sat down on the couch.
I made my way to the kitchen and poured two glasses of the only wine I had in the apartment. I was very caught off guard by Taylor showing up at my apartment, but was slightly excited to get to see her again.
I looked at Taylor as I got the glasses ready and was taken aback by how good she looked. It was rare that I had seen Taylor all fixed up, because she had mostly taken a shower right when she got back from her concerts. She was wearing a black leather trench coat which was tied mid-waist. The black leather paired well with her bright blonde locks that rested on the shoulders of the trench coat.
I made my way to the couch and handed her a glass. I was still incredibly confused by why she was here and how she had figured out where I lived.
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked.
Taylor took a small sip from her glass and smiled, "I don't know if you have heard, but my boyfriend and I broke up about a month ago. It just wasn't going to work out being apart as much as we were."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Well, since we broke up, I couldn't stop thinking about our time together. Fi-...no wait, six months ago, gosh that was so long ago. Anyway, six months ago we had shared a pretty awesome connection. I know that you have probably been busy with other stuff, and you may have forgotten, but I just wanted you to know that I haven't."
I laughed, "Trust me, I haven't forgotten about my time with you. It was one of the best three months of my life!"
"Mine too," she smiled, seemingly reassured that I felt the same way, "Anyway, when I broke up with my boyfriend, I hired a Private Investigator to try and figure out a way that I could get in touch with you. My first choice was to call The Agency, but I was informed that you were out on assignment and weren't available for hire at the moment.
"I was bummed, but my investigator called me last week and said that he had tracked down where you lived. When I got back from New York, I knew I needed to see if you were home. Fortunately, you were!"
It was both a little creepy and sweet that she had gone to such efforts to try and find me. Taylor and I had definitely shared a connection while on her tour. We had formed both a great sexual chemistry and friendship over the three months we were together. I had been very busy since my assignment with her, but I definitely hadn't forgotten the moments we shared together.
"Well, I'm glad you found me. I have missed getting to hang out with you. You really should have tours more often," I winked, "Why don't you let me take your coat and you can stay a while and we can catch up?"
Taylor smiled slyly and stood from the couch to remove her coat. She untied the knot of her trench coat and pulled it off to reveal a hot pink bra and lacy pink thong.
As surprised as I was by her presence at the door, I was now even more surprised to see her half naked in my living room. The bra cupped her boobs forward, almost like they were being held out as an offering to me. Her cute thin figure swayed a little, as she seemed to know how sexy I thought she looked.
My face must have shown my surprise, because Taylor giggled and crawled on top of my lap. She began to kiss me and my body fell relaxed. Her soft lips were soothing against mine. Her tongue felt at home swirling against mine. I rubbed her back with my hands as we kissed.
I felt like a teenager who has his girlfriend over for the first time without any parental supervision. We made out like we were experiencing it for the first time and thought that it may be our last. My hands explored her body, re-familiarizing myself with every inch of her delicate white skin. She took the time to strip me down to my underwear, between kisses.
Her touch, her kiss and even her smell felt so right. I may have been tired before Taylor showed up, but I was now wide awake. My body began to warm up, as Taylor's warm body radiated onto mine. My dick was dripping wet from Taylor's sexy hot body.
As we continued to make out, I lifted Taylor and myself off the couch and headed for my bedroom. Her long legs wrapped around me waist, as she never missed a beat with her kisses. I popped open her bra and slid it off her body as I set her on the edge of my bed. I slid off her thong and my boxer briefs. I took a brief second to take in the view of her naked body seated on my bed.
I had missed her breasts and that cute little butt of hers. The taste of her pussy juices returned to my taste buds as I remembered going down on her those evening's on the tour bus. My attraction to Taylor was now doubled because I was both attracted to her physically, but also to the mental memories I had of us from before.
I pushed Taylor back onto the bed and lapped my tongue against her cleanly shaven slit. Those wonderful pussy juices tasted even better than I had remembered. I could have stayed down on her for the rest of the night, but my dick was aching to be inside her. I gave a few quick final licks to hold my tongue over and proceeded to climb on top of her.
I hovered over top of Taylor's body and glided myself into her. Her pussy welcomed me quickly, as we were both very wet from the foreplay. As I began to thrust, Taylor closed her eyes and smiled. We had both obviously missed this.
I leaned down and kissed Taylor's neck as my thrusts continued. Her moans began as she whispered my name with pleasure. She suddenly took her body and flipped me over, so that she was now on top of me.
She had her hands pressed firmly on my chest and looked down and our eyes met. I saw something in Taylor's eyes that I had never seen before, it was passionate but serious. She leaned down and kissed me as she began to move her body on top of mine.
"Yes, fuck me Taylor," I grunted as I could feel my excitement growing inside.
The motivation urged her on has her pace quickened, to where she was almost violently rocking on top of me. I reached up and held her breasts as they swayed uncontrollably on her chest. She began to scream louder and louder. Suddenly, she clinched and let out a mighty scream followed by gasps for breath as she reached her orgasm.
I too was so close to cumming and began to quickly sway my hips as she laid her head down on my chest. She continued to breathe heavily as my thrusting was only prolonging the orgasm that was holding her captive. A few seconds later, I took reached my climax and began to pump my cum deep inside her.
It took us a minute or two to finally recover from the orgasms we had just achieved. I still lay inside her and could feel her pussy clinching around me as the aftershocks of the orgasm continued to work inside her.
Taylor finally rolled off me and laid just her head on my shoulder, with her arm wrapped around my chest. We were both too tired to move and I quickly drifted to sleep.
The next morning, I awoke to see Taylor rolling herself out of bed. She walked with a little bit of a hobble, almost like she was sore from the night before. Taylor began to put on her pink underwear, and I took the moment to take in one final glimpse of her beautiful body.
"Thank you so much for last night," she said smiling at me as I reclined in the bed, "I needed to see you so badly, and couldn't wait another four months for another tour to come along. I really wish I had you around every day."
"Well you know where to find me now," I chuckled as I got out of bed and followed her into the living room.
