Five a.m. Monday morning; damn I hate Mondays!
The only good thing about this Monday is that I awoke wrapped in the arms and legs of a very beautiful young blonde. I swear that I heard her purring as I gazed at her angelic face. Britt was the consummate snuggler and grumbled sleepily as I reached over to swat at the alarm clock.
"Jeez Louise, can that thing be any fuckin' louder?" she groaned.
I had to laugh, which only made her grumpier, fluffing her pillow into submission.
We'd met just two days ago and had quickly fallen into a highly sexual and comfortably familiar relationship. I hesitate to use the 'relationship' word, but that seemed to be where it was headed.
Britt, her first year of college under her belt, was a 'prim and proper' lady. That's her description anyway. The Britt I knew so far is a gorgeous, gregarious woman with a hell of a potty-mouth. I should clarify that by saying that the expletives seem to flow mainly when she is in the throes of an orgasmic nature; and evidently when she is woken too early.
After finally getting around to doing some test shots for a potential newspaper ad, Britt and I retreated to my bedroom for the remainder of the evening and night. The day had been a sexual marathon and I for one, was feeling it, but neither of us was willing to let the day end.
We managed to scrounge enough finger food to get us through the last meal of the day. Naked and huddled together under the down comforter, we fed each other and watched some movie on the big- screen hung on my bedroom wall. Neither of us could tell you what the movie was, or even if we saw the end of it.
Our physical appetite sated, we pacified our sexual longing with what I would define as 'making love'. Not the bone bruising, lustful pursuit of sexual liberation, but a slow, deliberate, almost spiritual event. For seemingly hours, we explored one another, caressing, kissing, scrutinizing. Reaching the peak was of no concern; this was about the journey.
"C'mon my little kitten, one of us has to get up and go to work," I said as I extricated myself. She groaned again in protest and rolled over. I gave her a little swat on the butt and then kissed it 'all better'; the purring resumed.
Halfway through my shower, she joined me, her bright blue eyes, a little foggy still. She hugged me from behind, holding herself upright until the warm water rousted her completely. Now fully awake, she inched around to face me and buried her face in my chest, "Purrrr." I hugged her tighter, gave her butt a little squeeze.
"So what are you up to today," I asked as I massaged mango-scented body-wash up and down her delectable backside.
"Well, I guess I need to look around for a job until my modeling career takes hold," she teased.
"Well, I'll see what I can do to help make that happen. I'll take those test shots to John today and see what he thinks."
"Be sure to tell him that you have two other equally gorgeous girls that would be more than willing to model too," she said as she soaped up her C-cups, pinching her nipples and winking.
"I can't really make that claim, because I haven't seen them yet. I'm just taking your word for it," I replied.
Britt stepped up to me with soapy hands, "Well," she said, fondling my dick; "Gina is a little taller than me and has bigger tits than me and her butt sticks out a little further." My dick swelled as she continued. "She has long black hair that hangs past her butt and is very pretty. She has darker skin, cuz her mom's family is Italian." Britt continued a slow caress. "Oh yeah, and her pussy is shaved smooth as a babies butt and is sweet as candy."
My cock jerked and I asked myself, "sweet as in demeanor or sweet as in taste?"
Britt smiled and continued. "And then there's Kate. She's as cute as can be. She is about five feet tall and can't weigh 100 lbs. Her mom is from the Philippines; her hair is jet black and hangs to about the middle of her back."
My mind was drawing a picture and my cock appreciated my and Britt's efforts.
"She has the cutest little tits, no more than a mouthful, and her sweet little pussy is shaved too."
There was that word 'sweet 'again.
Britt leaned in and kissed me, never relinquishing her hold, "So trust me, I would never disappoint you."
A few more strokes and her tongue roving my mouth and I shot my load onto her belly. Britt stepped back, still squeezing the life out of me, and watched my seed roll down to her slit.
"That reminds me," as she rubbed my cum into her mound, "I need to go by the health center and get back on birth control."
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Thank God it was a slow work day because my mind was everywhere but work. The last two days were like a fantasy come true and this morning in the shower was, well, you know. Britt's physical description of her two comely roommates was an incredible tease and I have to admit that I can't give myself that good a hand-job.
I dropped by John's new store and showed him the pictures of Britt and told him my ideas on his advertising piece. He had a copy of the requirements from the paper and it all seemed to make sense. The paper obviously had censorship rights, so we had to be somewhat careful, but all the clothes John had on the rack were pretty mainstream. Certainly nothing like that small collection of string and fabric that Britt first wore. Those pics would have to remain in my private collection. John liked the idea of using multiple models. "I know you said you would shoot the pictures to build your portfolio, but I can't afford to pay the girls much," John said.
"I'm sure we can work out something. I think the girls might work for trade and if it's any help, I know that all three are looking for summer jobs."
"I just have one part-timer now," he said, "and I really shouldn't be on the floor. A lecherous old man selling skimpy swimwear probably isn't the best marketing tactic."
I laughed and had to agree. "When I think about it, most of the salespeople for women's wear are women, except for shoes for some reason. If it works for you, I'll bring the girls by and we can pick the clothes that will be in the ad."
"That'd be great. Thanks for all your help with this George. Hopefully you'll get something out of it too."
"I'm sure we'll all be rewarded in the long-run," I said as my imagination kicked into a higher gear.
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I swung into a little seafood deli on the bay for some lunch when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number and answered, "Uh..this is George."
I heard a little snort and then in a low, falsetto, "Uh..this is Brittany," with giggling in the background.
Shaking my head, with a smile I asked, "Hey Britt, how are you?"
"Still a little sore; the girls asked if I went horseback riding this weekend;"more giggling in the background.
"So what are you girls up to?"
"Oh the girls, yeah, well we were out job-hunting and I mentioned the photo shoot and the ad to Gina and Kate."
"So you told them about coming to my place, huh?"
"Well, yeah, they were a little worried that I didn't let them know where I was last night." Then in a whisper, "but I didn't tell them everything." A burst of laughter, then, "Gina, shut the fuck up," followed by more laughter.
"I'm sorry George; Gina's got a case of the terminal giggles. Anyway...the girls thought that it might be fun and if we can swing the clothes deal that would be cool too."
"That's great. John was impressed by the pictures and he liked the idea of multiple models. Oh yeah, and I don't know how your job-hunting is going, but there is the possibility that John may be looking for someone to work in the store."
"Oh, that would be great. Hooter's is hiring, so we went over there to apply. I think Gina and I could get spots right away, but I think Kate's tits are too small." Slap. Giggle. "Ouch, hey; it's not my fault they want fully developed women."
"Hey," I heard as her cell phone bounced to the ground. More laughing ensued and I imagined a little dark-haired, small-breasted girl climbing all over Britt, a tickle-attack in full force. "Okay, Okay." I heard Britt, out of breath, in the background; "you know I like your little titties."
A little more laughter and then Britt picked the phone up, "Hello, George? Are you still there?"
"Yeah, I'm still here"
"Oh; good. Anyway, I don't think any of us will be a Hooter's girl. The place seems a little smarmy, and the nylons and tight shorts and shirts; I don't know, it's just not us."
"Yeah," I answered, "tight shorts, tight shirts, big cleavage; sounds terrible."
"Oh hush, but if you're nice, I might get an outfit just for you," she whispered intimately. "Little, tight orange shorts that crawl up my butt; and a tight little muscle-t with my nipples poking out...mmm."
"Okay, hang on while I put down the phone; I need to adjust my shorts now," I said.
"Oh jeez; Okay, what's the plan. Do we need to go to the shop and pick up the clothes for the shoot?" Britt asked.
"Yeah, probably after I get off work. It can't happen today because I have a late appointment with an interior designer for a job. I'm not sure what time that'll be over."
"Well, can we go over to John's store and pick out the clothes for the shoot?"
"I suppose that would work. I was hoping to put my two-cents in on what you wear, but I suppose John knows what he needs to push. And, maybe one of you can land a job. I don't know what he's paying, but I know he's a straight-shooter."
"Alright honey," she said, "call me when you get done with work. I'd like to see you again," then whispered," soon...purrr."
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The remainder of the afternoon drug on. Thoughts of the weekend past; and a purring sound rattling around in my brain. I finally finished up with the interior designer around 7 p.m. I'd never worked with the guy before and by the end of the meeting, I got the distinct feeling he was hitting on me. It didn't really bother me that much, except I wondered why he thought I swung that way. Maybe I need to start wearing looser jeans.
On my way home, I gave Britt a call. "Hi Britt; I finally got finished up and my brain is just mush. This designer is a real piece of work."
"Oh poor baby," she replied. "Maybe what you need is a massage and a little time in the steam bath," she hinted. "Have you had dinner yet?"
"No, I haven't even given it a thought."
