The warm, pleasant world of dreams was shattered suddenly as energetic vocals and electric guitar invaded, warning of a dance epidemic tonight. Eyes cracked grudgingly open in the sunlight filtering through the dusty Venetian blind, he rolled out of bed and stumped toward his computer. The monitor clicked, brightened, and came into focus. Having successfully located the pause button, he silenced the Electric Six and stretched, crackles running up his stiff spine.
Heading into the kitchen half of his tiny studio apartment, he measured out a pot of oatmeal and thumped it down onto a burner. Twisting the knob to medium, he gathered up some clothes and located a towel. Hot water steamed and hissed as he adjusted the shower. Flipping the curtain closed, he leaned sleepily against the shower wall, allowing the hot water to soak his long, curly hair and drip out of his close-cropped beard.
A long night of work had led to a late night of beer and war movies, so he only had a couple of hours before work. Slowly waking up, he went through the shower routine, shampooing his hair and soaping down his body after rubbing in some conditioner. His hard member pointed stiffly up into the warm, cascading spray. Letting the water wash over him, he started to stroke it, intending to finish what his dreams had started before the rude interruption of rock music and the ensuing consciousness.
Muffled thumping from the direction of the front door broke him out of his reverie. Hurriedly, he rinsed out the remaining conditioner and stepped dripping from the shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist and another around his head, he flicked off the stove and went to the door, wondering if he had forgotten about an impending delivery or something.
Cracking the door, he peeked out. Standing on the front step was a petite brunette, dressed in a short olive-green dress that buttoned down to the bottom, at mid-thigh. An pair creamy white legs could be seen disappearing into high black boots. The top buttons were open low enough for a bit of soft swell to be visible. An impish smile flashed beneath green-blue eyes, and her hair was a deep chestnut. It was pulled back into a half-ponytail, falling in slight wavy curls to the base of her neck.
"Let me in, it's freezing out here!" she said, slipping inside and pushing the door closed with her round, firm little butt. Throwing her arms around his still-damp neck, she stretched up for a long, enthusiastic kiss, teasing his tongue with her own and nibbling on his lower lip. "Surprise," she murmured into his mouth, pushing her body close to his own.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, as the kiss broke. His fingers stroked her cheek, while his other hand scratched slowly up and down her back. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I thought I'd sneak over and brighten up your morning. You have to have something to think about while you drag through your shift," she replied with a wink. "Give me your hand, I have another surprise for you."
Lightly gripping his palm, she slid his fingers down the front of her dress, lingering over her nipples, pressing stiffly against the thin material. Lower and lower, until his fingertips brushed her smooth thighs. She parted them, allowed his hand to slip up under the hem of her dress. He felt his fingertips brush her smooth, dewy lips. Naked skin! She wasn't wearing any panties beneath the short dress. She slipped her tongue back into his mouth as he pressed his fingertips gently into the furrow in the center of her mound. Her breath caught as his finger burst into a hot, wet paradise. She was so moist, he slid all the way up to the third knuckle, slowly stroking tiny circles over her deep inner ridges.
Groaning, she pushed him away from the door, backing him into the office chair in front of his computer. Sitting, he pulled his finger out of her tight little tunnel, tasting her juices and moistening his thumb. Spinning her around, he slipped his hand up between her thighs again. Parting her slick labia, he slid his thumb deep inside to massage her sensitive spots. With his other hand, he reached around her, sliding up over her ribs and working the buttons at the top of her dress. Her fingers met his, making short work of the buttons and baring her perky breasts and crinkled tan nipples to his exploring touch. She moaned when he rolled her eraser-hard nipple between two fingers, massaging her firm flesh.
The feelings washed through her as he stimulated her sensitive places. Reaching between her thighs, she could feel her juices coating his thumb as it moved in and out, stretching her opening and plunging to its limit. Her fingertips stirred the moisture, and found her clit. Rubbing circles around it, she could feel waves of pleasure rising inside her body.
Her free hand found his chest, rubbing his skin and slipping downward. Reaching the towel, she flipped it out of her way and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing shaft of his cock. Stroking him in time with his thumb's movements inside her, she began to swivel her hips as her working fingers began to bring her pleasure to a peak. Waves of orgasm swept her, as her cunt spasmed and clamped down on his thumb. Her legs shook, and her body sagged into his lap, as she struggled to catch her breath.
