The sound of footsteps always wakes me up-must be a holdover from my Army days. In any case, I heard the click-click of high heels on hardwood floors and my eyes snapped open. My brain took a moment to locate itself, and I realized that I was entwined on the floor of a strange house with a nude young woman, a former student, covered only by a fleece blanket. It also registered with a crash that the footsteps could only be her mother returning to find us in flagrante delicto on the living room floor. Panic swept through me, but then I remembered more and realized she would find it amusing if nothing else.
Sure enough, it was Lara. Sure enough, she was amused. Britt was still asleep in my arms, so I raised a hand and twisted around to see the wry expression on her face and let her know I was awake. She stood in the doorway for a moment to take in the scene, then kicked off her heels. She padded softly across the carpet and stood above us, hands on her hips and a smile playing across her lovely face.
"Young man," she whispered sternly, "you should at least have enough romance to take a woman into the bedroom!"
"You're right, Lara, and I'm sorry!" I whispered back with a grin.
The firelight had diminished to a red-gold glow, but I could see her even white teeth again. She knelt next to my shoulders and reached down to stroke Britt's hair away from her face.
"She looks happy in your arms, teacher. I think it was good you came to dinner!"
"Dinner," I told her in serious tones, "was delicious. Thank you!"
She chuckled, a worldly European sort of amusement that was infinitely provocative.
"You are very...droll, I think is the word. Grappig, we say in Dutch."
"Is that a good quality in a man?" I asked more lightly.
Her hand came back, but instead of stroking Britt's hair, she stroked me, letting her fingers trace the line of my cheek.
"It is a very good quality!" she purred.
I smiled into her eyes, and the moment hung between us. Then, in typical fashion, she broke the tension by adding to it. With effortless grace, she leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. Holy shit! Her daughter was asleep and naked in my arms, and here she was hitting on me!
"Someday when Britt has finished with you, I think you will have to call me, yes?" she murmured.
"I would like that very much," I assured her courteously. "But I don't want to cause problems," I added with a slight raise of my eyebrows.
"There will be no problems," she said, kissing me again. This time, I felt the darting tip of her tongue trace along my lips for a moment. "I will take care of an arrangement. For now, though, I think you should pick her up and put her into bed properly!"
"Yes, ma'am!" I replied, grinning again.
"Hers is the bedroom on this floor," she whispered, "through the kitchen and down the hall."
"I will find it, thank you. You're a wonderful hostess!"
Lara snorted, but she had a smile on her face as she rose elegantly to her feet and walked away. Again, I twisted my head around and followed her swaying ass as she crossed to the doorway and collected her shoes.
"Good night!" I whispered.
"Good night...goede nacht!" she whispered back, blowing me a kiss.
Turning back to her sleeping daughter, I used the arm wrapped around her to squeeze gently.
"Britt," I murmured.
"Hmm?" she said, snuggling her face into my chest and hugging me back one-armed.
"Let's go to bed," I suggested.
"I like it here," she groaned softly, closing her eyes more firmly.
I shouldered her head up a little and planted a kiss on her warm, pliant lips. My free hand, meanwhile stroked her from shoulder to hip and then I spread my fingers and cupped her pert little butt. My fingers curled farther down, grazing her inner thigh and labia which made her wriggle just a bit in pleasure.
"You'll like it in bed, too, I'm pretty sure!" I said in more normal tones rich with innuendo.
She smiled and her eyes opened wide when I squeezed her ass more firmly. Instead of answering right away, she tilted her head up and kissed me back, her tongue immediately searching for mine. The leg that was draped across me became more purposeful as well, and I felt her thigh flex under my arm as she slid it upward to rub across my groin. I groaned at the contact with my cock and kissed her with renewed intensity.
"I think maybe the bed is a good idea after all..." she said agreeably when we broke our kiss.
She rolled over on top of me and laid herself on my chest briefly, pecking my lips, nose, and cheeks as she did. Her smooth mound lay smack on top of my hardening cock and I could feel her nipples grazing once again through my chest hair. I sighed happily and grabbed a double handful of her delightful little ass, kneading more urgently as my arousal grew.
"Will you grab the clothes?" she asked. "I don't want my mam to find a mess in the morning!"
"Of course," I told her with a kiss. Why tell her about her mom's visit?
Britt stood up with one agile motion, dragging the blanket along with her cape-fashion. Less gracefully, I rolled to my hands and knees and gathered jeans and socks, shirts and bra in a tight bundle. Then I stood and pretended I didn't know the way.
"Lead me to bed, woman! I'm not finished with you yet."
Britt raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Promises, promises"
Quickly, however, she led me through to the kitchen. On her way past the fridge, she stopped and pulled a bottle of water from the see-through section of the door. Then her slim, graceful feet continued down the hallway past the front door, past what looked like a library, and into a spacious bedroom. There was a small lamp burning still that cast enough light to navigate. I dropped the clothes bundle on a convenient chair while Britt disappeared into the bathroom. Fortunately, she had left the bottle of water and I took several greedy gulps before she reappeared. The fleece blanket was gone, but she walked out with innocent poise and came to stand in front of me. I stood there clutching the water bottle, thoroughly entranced by her slender body.
"Will you share?" she asked politely.
"Of course," I replied, coming to my senses. "It's yours, but I couldn't resist a couple of sips!"
"This is a good night for not resisting temptation, I think!" she said merrily before taking several small sips of the icy cold water. She capped the bottle, set it aside, and turned back to me.
"Those were my thoughts exactly!" I assured her, moving forward to take her in my arms once more. "I hate resisting temptation!"
In the dim light, her slender frame was lithe and lovely as it came against me. Her thigh slipped between mine and her breasts bumped my ribcage as she wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head on my shoulder. My hands roamed her back and shoulders and hers did the same, both of us savoring the full-body contact. After a few moments, though, she shifted a bit. My arms went to her shoulders and she leaned into me, her tongue flicking out to wet my nipples. Then she used her teeth to tease me more, nipping each one gently in turn, alternating with a quick suck to ease the sting. I kissed the top of her head and let her explore my body.
