It was a nice, clear day; the sun shining through the windows, the air crisp outside, the only downside was that my girlfriend Katie was at work. I worked a compressed work week, so every weekend I had an extra day or two to stay home while the nine-to-five crowd was still busy. It was great for getting chores done; we had finally gotten our own house, and though there were many benefits to no longer having a roommate around, there were also more than enough chores and projects to keep things busy. Having started dating nearly a decade ago as seniors in high school, we were constantly being asked by our family about wedding plans. A house was a step in the right direction, and the privacy afforded us other enjoyments. So home owner projects kept me busy, but busy or not, things are always better with two people, so I always kept an ear out for Katie's return home.
It had just so happened to be my lucky day. Just as I was headed to the kitchen for a lunch break, I heard a car roll up in the driveway. I got out two plates and started dishing up leftovers. I finished setting the microwave and turned just in time to see Katie opening the door. She had worn a nice form-fitting top to work with a respectful neckline that showed just enough cleavage to put bad thoughts into my head. She had on a pair of short heels she used as a compromise between looking professional and being able to walk more than ten feet at a time and she was wearing the only kind of pants she owned, the kind that made her ass look great. With an ass like hers, that was any pair of pants, but I appreciated it just the same.
It looked like she had a rough morning, so I walked over and gave her a kiss on the nose and a tight hug. At around 5'3", she was a good nine inches shorter than me, but that just made it easier to give her the reassuring hug she needed. She loosened up a bit in my arms and squeezed back, making me that much more aware of her body pressing against mine. Like I said, chores keep me busy all day but they don't make good company and do nothing to satisfy certain thoughts.
"Another long morning, sweetie?" I asked as I grabbed the other plate for her.
"Just a client that wouldn't listen, expects me to do everything for them, and barely wants to work with us in the first place," she vented more than a little forcefully. I couldn't blame her; it was the same story most days, and she had been left under-appreciated, underpaid, and overworked at her job.
"There's a plate already warmed up in the microwave, why don't you get comfortable at the table and you can let it out a little more once I get my food."
After kicking off her shoes, she kissed me on the lips with just a hint of tongue at the end, got the plate from the microwave and went through to the dining room table. Her ass really does look fantastic in anything. I made my food in a hurry and joined Katie at the table. She sat with her back to the window, and the sun streaming through made her sandy blond hair shine while the soft reflections of sun off the walls made her eyes match the sky outside. My day had already improved and she hadn't even been home for ten minutes. My own blond hair had just finished drying from a late morning shower, and though I hadn't shaved, I was hoping I still looked presentable. We chatted for a bit, mostly with her taking the lead to discuss work with me chiming in to agree about her work, her clients, and her general state of stress. I snuck in more than a few peeks down her shirt when she leaned in for a bite. She had a sexy bra on underneath the work attire, probably a 36D or 38C depending on the designer, and I couldn't help but look. Soon, though, the food was done and she was headed back in to the kitchen.
"Are you sure that you have to head back to work?" I asked, perhaps a little more desperately than I meant.
"Well, I could stay longer, but I might be able to leave a little early if I start my reports now."
I walked up behind while she washed her plate and starting massaging her shoulders. Katie is a bit of an overachiever, so I've learned a lot about the art of relieving stress. Loosened her arms, eased down her shoulders, and let out a long, deep sigh. I'd hit on something and decided to enjoy her company a little longer. Besides, she deserved a break, and I was always happy to make her happy. I worked my way up her neck, brushing her hair aside, then back down her shoulders, leaving her neck bare to me. I leaned in closer, her full, round ass fitting perfectly with my hips and started kissing her lightly on the neck, first one side then the other. Her whole body started loosening up and she rolled her hips against me so that her ass pushed harder against the crouch of my pants, which had suddenly gotten much tighter.
She reached up and pulled my hands down over her shoulders into her shirt then braced her arms against the counter so she could start grinding her ass into me. I started massaging her breasts to match her movements, giving each nipple a little squeeze every time her ass did a full motion against me. I bit down gently on her next, eliciting another sigh and stared down her shirt at the warm, soft tits I was cupping. I pulled one hand out of her shirt and slid it into her pants to massage her butt.
"Are you planning on going somewhere with this?" Katie asked coyly, and I bit her neck a little harder in response. As I worked one breast and one cheek she reached down and undid the front of her pants. With each squeeze and stroke of Katie's ass I pushed her pants down further and further until they fell to her knees. I kept them there so she'd have to keep her legs and ass cheeks tight together and stopped to undo my own pants.
