I wake up most mornings with a little 'morning wood', but I don't generally have my hand wrapped around it absent-mindedly stroking it. That was a hell of dream I had about a gorgeous blonde in a micro-bikini. Blurred scenes of her lips wrapped around my cock and my face buried in the sweetest pussy imaginable played in my head.
With a start, I sat up, still hanging onto my dick, "Shit," I said out loud. That hadn't been a dream and the gorgeous blonde was coming to my place for breakfast this morning. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and looked at the clock. It was just before 5 a.m. and I sighed with relief that I still had about three hours to get my act together before Brittany came over.
We had met the day before while I was shooting some pictures of a house I had just finished building down on the beach. Britt 'introduced' herself by jumping into one of my shots from the boardwalk. She was barely wearing this little-bitty blue bikini and before I knew what was happening, I had become a fashion photographer and Britt was a famous swimsuit model.
The rest of the day was like some sort of fantasy. I'm not old by any stretch, late twenties, and building has kept me in pretty good shape. Britt though is this beautiful 20 year old sex kitten with a body that guys of any age dream of. Somewhere around 5' 7", her body is my idea of perfection. Long, toned legs hold up the perfect butt. Britt's butt is my ideal, what I call 'bubble butt'; two glorious handfuls that that just stick out there enough to draw your eyes, or if you're lucky, your hands.
Her tummy is flat, but not muscled and her belly button is adorned with a small piercing. Around the other side is one of my favorite areas of the female form. There is this magical area where the ass crack ends, merging with the small of the back; and for true perfection, there are two distinct dimples just above those taut globes. I could spend hours just admiring, kissing, running my fingers around Britt's lower back.
Not to be outdone however, are her beautiful breasts. I'm guessing that they are around 34 C's. They are firm and sit high and proud. Her nipples are the perfect proportion to her tits and are instant indicators of her sexual state.
Some of Britt's facial features remind me of the actress Kaley Cuoco, but with more of button nose and these mesmerizing deep-blue eyes. Her hair is this thick lustrous strawberry-blonde that hangs beyond her shoulders.
We spent yesterday afternoon and evening getting better acquainted. I'm still a little mystified as to why she is attracted to me, but who am I to screw things up by getting all analytical. A little lunch and teasing led to more photography interspersed with some mind-blowing oral sex. After a little dinner we agreed that she would come to my place today to have breakfast and then she could help me out with some other photo projects I was working on.
Inspired by Britt's upcoming visit and the possibility of getting to know her better (wink, wink), I headed to the shower, hard-on leading the way. After a good scrubbing down and somehow fighting the urge to 'rub-one-out' as they say, I scurried around getting ready.
Now my house isn't your typical abode. Britt gave me a cautious look when she punched my address into her GPS and saw that my place was downtown in a predominately warehouse district. A few years back I purchased this large, old monument to brick in an area that I hoped would someday be revitalized and the buildings re-purposed for residences and the like. For now, all my neighbors were empty buildings. This made for a quiet neighborhood which was just to my liking.
Now I'm not camping out in a big old barn. My building covers about three quarters of an acre under one roof and that roof is about thirty feet off the floor. It's a stout old building with large wooden bow-string trusses that allow for one huge open floor area. My first idea was redevelopment when I bought it, but my dream would be to have a grand photo studio. This place is big enough to shoot a good size airliner in if you could figure out how to get it through the doors.
Unbeknownst to the city, I have built a nice two-story (sort of) home in one corner of the building. It has two bedrooms and two baths and a big kitchen and living/dining area. It won't be in Better Homes and Gardens anytime soon, but it works for me. I do have a love of good food and cooking, so I have tapped into some of my connections and have all the cool toys you need in a kitchen. The master bath, particularly the shower is also a bit over the top. That's one of the downfalls to working on high-end homes; you learn about all the neat bells and whistles that are available.
Since I don't need a real roof on my home-within-a-warehouse, I elected to make this second floor my first studio area along with a little office space. The bulk of the outside walls are only 42" tall, the exception being the full height walls that are the backdrops for the working bath and bedroom sets. The rest of the floor space can be setup for other sets and shoots. Natural light floods the area through large skylights that run down the ridge of the warehouse roof.
After my shower, I throw on a pair of shorts, T-shirt and flip-flops. A quick survey of the kitchen tells me that I have enough to throw together a nice breakfast spread. I spend a little time straightening up the living area, fluffing the couch cushions and straightening up the stack of magazines on the table. Since I fancy myself an advanced amateur photographer, I have a varied collection of magazines I look through. There are architecture mags, fashion and of course Playboy, Maxim, and the like.
Before I know it, it's almost 8 o'clock and Britt should be here any time. I ran out through my 'front yard' and opened the big rolling door. My timing was perfect as Britt was slowly making her way down the street looking for the faded address numbers painted high on the old brick wall. Waving her in off the street, my heart thumped a little faster as Britt pulled to a stop and rolled down her window as she turned across the sidewalk.
Stepping toward the car, I said, bowing slightly, "Welcome to my humble abode."
I walked along side her car as she slowly pulled into my building, pulling the door shut behind her. I could see that she wasn't sure about what she was looking at. She parked near the front door of the house and got out and didn't say a word, just did a couple 360's, trying to make sense of it all.
Stepping up to her, I put my hands on her shoulders to bring her spinning to a halt. Her beautiful blue eyes focused on mine and a smile broke out, lighting the entire area. I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips and even that soft touch sent shivers through me. She evidently felt the spark too as her eyes brightened even more and uttered a whispered "wow."
Our lips met again and our tongues danced with each other. Our hands roamed over each other and I soon found myself fondling her taut butt cheeks. Somehow I hadn't noticed that she was wearing a pair of very short shorts.
Britt's hands had their own agenda and had slipped between us, running her hands down my belly and southward. When one hand found what she was in search of, she squeezed tightly and my stiff cock throbbed causing her to moan through our kiss.
Meanwhile, my hands continued to explore her lovely ass, sneaking up from the bottom until my fingers merged in that delectable crevice. Kneading and probing, a middle finger found her little rosebud and just sat there, rubbing lightly. Britt's moaning became a growl as she pushed down on my digit while running her hand up and down my dick.
