** Early Saturday Evening**
Britt snored lightly into my shoulder; she looked so cute nestled next to me, bare-ass naked. One long shapely leg was draped over mine and her left hand rested comfortably on my flaccid junk. Brushing the long blonde hair off her face, I kissed her forehead; "Hey sleeping beauty, wake up, we can't spend all day in bed."
Britt grumbled and wriggled around, giving her favorite toy a little caress; "Um...don't wanna."
As comfortable as I was, I was getting antsy and I'd had my sex quota for the day. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table, surprised at the time. We had managed to get a little work done today, going over some photos and getting proofs sent to a client. We also had a potential new job; some photos for the western store that Becky, our new friend worked for. Thoughts of last night with Britt and Becky in the Victoria's Secret dressing room had Britt's little friend awakened and she gave him a hug, slender fingers wrapped around my awakened cock.
"Hmm..." she whispered, her hand moving ever so slightly; "Someone else is awake I see."
I put my hand on hers, "C'mon lover, I don't think I have another round in me right now. Anyway, I'm starving, so let's get your sweet ass up and I'll make you some dinner."
"Alright," she moaned as she stretched her perfect form, pointing her toes and letting go of me to stretch her arms toward the headboard. I ran my hand over her firm torso, massaging her taut muscles and she purred in my ear. "My tummy tells me it's time to eat too," giving me a quick kiss before rolling over me and sitting up on the edge of the bed. I ran my hand over her beautiful backside, as she stretched once more, reaching for the ceiling. My fingers trailed down her spine, ducking to the sides briefly to circle the little dimples just above the butt I cherish. My wanderings ended at my favorite intersection, peeking out from the rumpled sheets, the top of her cute little butt crack, right where it blends with the small of her back. I've lingered there for hours, fingers, tongue and lips playing. I moved enough to plant one more kiss on that spot and Britt shivered, reaching back to run her fingers through my hair.
Standing, Britt turned and held out her hands to help me up. Any other time, I'd have pulled her back down on top of me, but my stomach grumbled loudly. Britt laughed and leaned back, pulling hard to get me upright. "Come on stud, I'm up, now get your sexy ass up and feed me," smiling and tugging.
"Alright, alright," I mockingly groaned and stood upright. I pulled her into my arms and held her tight, her naked form against mine. We kissed deeply, we love to kiss, and if we're near each other, there always seems to be some bodily contact. After a couple minutes of tonsil hockey and groping, our stomachs had lost patience and growled in unison. We couldn't kiss through the laughter; "Okay, okay," we said looking down at each others bellies, only bringing on another chorus of laughter.
I stepped back into my shorts and pulled my shirt over my head as a bare-assed Britt grabbed hers and skipped down the stairs, giggling as she went. I shut down the computer and the lights and made my way downstairs. The living room and kitchen are one big room just inside the front door of my, or should I now say, our two bedroom home that I had built in the far corner of a massive warehouse. Stepping inside, the first thing I see is my lover bent over, digging through the fridge. Her bare butt and long legs are magnetic, drawing me into the kitchen.
"Tease," I said, popping her on the left cheek and then quickly caressing it.
"Hey," she yelped, "can't a girl get something to eat without being molested," all the time wiggling her butt in the palm of my hand.
"Yeah," I answered as I moved to the right cheek; "You'd be pissed off if you didn't get molested." I gave her a parting squeeze before moving over to take stock of the pantry.
"Yeah, probably," she admitted, still digging around in the ice box. "Hey, here's some ground turkey; How about some of your famous spaghetti and meat sauce?"
"You must have been reading my mind," as I emerged with a jar of sauce and a box of pasta. "I think there is still some French bread in the drawer and with a little salad; I'd say we're set."
"Good, you work on the spaghetti and I'll make the salad and bread. Do you want some wine? I think we have an open bottle of red that we need to kill anyway." She smiled that infectious smile and turned to give me another view of her beautiful backside as she made another trip to the fridge.
The constant teasing turned what should have been a quick meal into an arduous task. We finally called a truce and Britt slipped into an old t-shirt of mine before we sat at the bar and had dinner. "I wonder what the next car will be," Britt asked as she wound the pasta around on her fork.
"There's not much telling," I replied as I attempted to keep all of mine on the three tines. "It's been a good variety of cars so far, so I'll bet it'll be something unique." I fumbled with spaghetti until I had it situated to where the odds were that most of it would end up in my mouth. I could feel her eyes on me, watching to see if a humorous fail was in the offing. Successful, I turned to her with my cheeks puffed out, mouth full and gave her a 'so there' grin.
"Goofball," she laughed and daintily took her bite, no drama, no excess sauce on the lips, no trailing strands to noisily suck up. She gave me a 'that is how you do it' smile in return and then took a sip of wine. "So, what do you think about the shoot for Beck's store?"
Pausing to swallow; "It sounds like it could be fun. It'll be a nice departure from the swimsuits and it'll be good to do some shooting outside of the studio."
"So," she said as she prepped another bite, "you're getting tired of scantily clad women and fancy cars?"
"Hell no," stabbing a cherry tomato, "I can promise that that is one thing I'll never get tired of, but a little variety for the portfolio will be good."
