I am working at my computer. I am typing away getting some much needed work done at home, away from the office and all the distractions that befuddle me there. We have a small place, a one bedroom flat, so my computer is in the bedroom next to the bed. It’s cozy and out of the way in the living room and allows me a choice bit of privacy while I get my work done. Tonight is a long night, I’ve been at it for the past four hours and I’m starting to see cross-eyed. My spread sheets are starting to meld together and I am taking a lot of time sorting out the different formulas on each. I’m tired and I know this has to be done before the morning, but I just want to knock off for a bit and stretch.
That’s when Ana comes in. She is a lovely, long legged woman with dark hair and a lean body. She’s tired too, and wants to get some sleep.
“Do you mind if I just lay down a bit, I won’t bother you at work, I promise.”
“Sure, go right ahead, I should be done before to long.”
So as I am figuring out the sales forecast for nest year using an impossibly complicated formula and a host of data that would boggle anyone’s mind she is reading herself for bed.
I am locked into a series of figures of per sku sales data on selected key indicators of the past three years, to get a variance factor for predicting the production need for the next two quarters. I have to stare at the figures a while before I recognize them as numbers and then just a bit longer to ask myself what to do with them. I rub my eyes from the strain and catch a glimpse of Ana as she walks into the room. She is wearing a near see through shirt long enough to be a mini skirt and it’s made of a lacy type of material. Through the holes in the weave you can see her skin and the curve of her breast and she isn’t wearing any panties. The dark, thick thatch of her pubic hair is hidden by the light veil of her evening wear. As she turns to brush her hair as she sits on the edge of the bed, I see the full curve of her ass, delicate and petite, as she carefully plants herself on the edge of the bed. Her hair is long, down to the lower back and she has it gathered over one shoulder as she is brushing it.
“Yes,” she asks as she notices me staring at her?
“Nothing,” I say, “Just watching you brush your hair.”
She smiles at me, “How sweet”, she says, and continues to brush her hair.
The spell is broken for a bit and I dive back into some of the key economic factors present in today’s economy and try to guess what the trend of sales will be in the next six months. This is time consuming work and it takes a lot of concentration. One mistake and you’ll have five times as many widgets as needed or worse, no widgets at all to sell.
I hear the pages of a book she is reading being turned and I gaze at her for a moment. Her night shirt is riding far up on her and the hem is just below the pubic hair, yet I can count them from where I sit. The dark aureoles are visible through the night shirt and the slight pink coloring of her nipple show through. She doesn’t notice me staring at her beauty as she flips another page of her book.
Again the spell is broken and I am back to estimating the raw material needs and staffing needs for next year.
I hear her softly snore a bit and look to see she has fallen asleep with the book still in her hands. She is propped up against the head board with a few pillows behind he for comfort and her legs are spread wide apart and the night shirt is now above the pubic hair. The book she is reading is covering her womanhood just ever so slightly. Rising up I feel all my joints creak and pop and I stretch a bit. I carefully take the book from her hands and place it on the night table. Then I just look at her on the bed. She is breathing evenly and the slow rise and fall of her chest produces a mesmerizing effect as I watch her nipples move. Her dark hair fanned out about her face and shoulders and the dark black pubic hair gently rising above the hem of her night dress.
I am through working for the night and I take of my shirt and pants. As I stand there in my boxers I debate what to do next. Then I remember that in the night table drawer is one of her play toys. I get an idea.
I climb on to the bed next to her careful not to wake her up. I take the long dildo and gently move it along her inner thigh up to the dark triangle of hair and back down the other thigh, and back again. She moves ever so slightly in her sleep and she lets out a long exhale. When she breathes back in her chest seems to absorb all the available oxygen and her breast swell and fall with her breathing. She begins to move her hands toward her pussy and she begins to lightly caress her clitoris in her sleep. I hold the dildo just inside the reach of her free hand and she absently moves her hand against it and grabs it. I begin to play with her nipples through her night shirt and she slowly opens her eyes and looks at me with a lust I have never seen before. She moves her hand to touch my face and realizes that she has her dildo in her hand. She is momentarily confused and at that moment she realizes that she is rubbing herself and that she is very aroused.
“May I join you,” I ask.