Morning light was pouring in through the bedroom windows when I squeezed up closer behind my girl, the blanket having gone missing some time during the night. Even during this time of year it wasn't necessary, not here in Los Angeles anyway. It was more of a comfort thing. The cool air coming in felt pretty good.
My girlfriend didn't always agree, though. During the night she had gradually scrunched herself up until her curved hips were pushed, rather inadvertently, upwards in a very seductive pose. It only accentuated her little waist and, if it wasn't pushed up tight against my crotch, her perfect rear end.
I carefully edged myself over her tanned body and peeked over the side. Yep, there was the blanket in a pile next to the bed. And as I expected, the alarm clock too. I tilted my head to check the time again. 8:22.
I swept her long brunette hair away from her face and nestled my arm in the crook of her waist. She had buried her head into her pillow, just one eye showing over freckled cheeks. She was sound asleep.
"Payshe, wake up, honey." I whispered in her ear. No response.
I pulled together my most authoritative tone and tried again, much louder.
"Patience Scott, you wake up right now." That got a response.
She groaned and pushed her head further into the pillow, then wiggled her ass back at me. "Quickie time?"
I shook my head. "Uh-uh."
One sleepy brown eye opened, narrowed at me. "Clock fell over?" Patience whispered suspiciously.
"Uh huh."
Her eyes went wide and she sprung out of bed. She was already out of the room and down the hall, the sound of a shower door swinging shut before I had even closed my mouth.
Ah, the joys of a 9-5. We both worked the same hours but at different stores -- her, at a bank just around the corner, myself at an electronic retail store downtown. It's amazing what kind of people you meet when you're cashing your paycheck. It's crazy how horny a gorgeous little bank teller can be. Always the ones you never suspect...
One year together next month and our sex life was still as rampant as it had been when we met. I guess that's what happens when two kids just out of college get together. I was impressed to find a girl who could finally keep up with my own needs; sometimes she even surpassed them. I loved it. It was too bad we didn't have time for that quickie today.
I squeezed by her nearly-naked body on my way into the shower. She had already finished, and in record time. I let my hand 'accidentally' slide over her towel-wrapped ass as she went by. She gave me a look I couldn't quite decipher. I smiled to myself while I scrubbed clean.
The sound of things being tossed around was clear as I finished up.
"Joseph!" Patience always used the formal of my name when she was playfully annoyed. "Where are my skirts! Did you not wash my -- oh."
I took my time to pull on my clothes, buttoning and belting my khakis as I walked into the living room. She was putting the finishing touches on her eyeliner in front of the entryway mirror, obviously having already found the clothes she was looking for. Damn, but she looked good in her bank outfit.
I pressed up behind her, my arms wrapping around her waist. "You look very pretty today, honey."
Payshe smirked at me. "You say that every day." She looked down to check the time on her cell phone and started pushing at my arms. "I've got to go!"
"It's not that far, you'll make it in time." I ran one hand up her body, taking one of her firm C-cup breasts in my hand and squeezing it gently. Her neckline plunged just between them, the frilly collar covering what otherwise would have bordered on indecent for a banker - especially with that push-up holding them high. As if they needed any help. But that cleavage was impossible to hide when I was mauling her as I was, rubbing my thumb over her nipple and squeezing it between my fingers.
"Baby, I have to go." She had stopped pushing away long before she had said anything.
I breathed hard and nibbled on her neck, her ass wiggling freely back and forth against my crotch as I hardened. She was guiding my other hand down to her long skirt, prompting me to pull it up over her firm thighs, my index finger just inches away from --
Abruptly I stopped. Her eyes shot open instantly.
"Sorry, hon, look at the time. It's almost 9! I got to get across town in three minutes, that'll never happen." Then with another little lick over her ear, "But I am going to love doing the dirtiest things to this sweet little body tonight."
I walked out of our apartment with my car keys in hand even faster than she had launched out of bed earlier, grinning wide.
Only one other employee noticed me come in thirty minutes late. He ran across the room as fast as his pudgy legs would take him, waving his arms at me.
"You're late! You missed orientation! I covered for you... and now I got stuck with another fucking trainee for the whole week! What the fuck, man?"
I shook my fists in mock-despair. "God damn it! Fucking traffic. You know how much I love orientation, Roy. How could you let me fuck it up again?" I tsked and walked away.
It was a very boring work day overall. It usually is. Restocking shelves, telling customers where they can find the low-end LCDs, trying to explain to an elderly woman what a "security dongle" is while keeping a straight face. Immaturity is really my only amusement in this place.
I mostly filled that quota by watching Roy try to train two different people assigned to two separate departments, his striped shirt covered in sweat from all the hustling back and forth, and it wasn't even noon yet. I spend the first few hours of my day waiting for noon.
Somewhere around 11:30, all of the hottest girls of the city come out from whatever rock they hide under here in LA. Those tiny bikini tops and those short shorts may have been why I applied here in the first place, at an electronic superstore right off the beach. Everyone loves a room with a view. They don't even need to come into the store to give one hell of a distraction.
I was helping one such girl pick out DVD players when I got a text message across my phone. She was definitely being a little bit flirty, eyeing up my body and all, and I'll admit that I may have flirted a little back. But hey, I'm a taken guy; I know where the line is. Sometimes approaching that line can bring a little excitement to an otherwise dull day, even if you don't cross it.
The vibrations made me reluctantly pull away from my, well, professional appraisal of such a small skirt as she bent low to pick up the model she had decided on. I decided to tell Roy I was taking my lunch break and headed for the back room.
I flipped through to my recent message from my girlfriend:
"Joseph Im horny and on lunch come fix it pleeeeeeease?"
I grinned. Obviously Patience had been giving tonight a good deal of thought. I started typing back.
"Sorry baby, we're so busy today, no time"
As an afterthought, I unzipped my khakis and tugged my cock out, laying it against my thigh. 7 inches flaccid, I took a picture and attached it to the message with another line below it.
"Maybe you can think of some ways to make it hard tonight."
I hit send and lazily rummaged through the break room fridge for someone else's food to eat.
Rush hour traffic is always a bitch. I bolted out of the store at 5 o'clock sharp, and here I was, almost 6 and just pulling into the complex's parking lot. I checked the mailbox on my way up; empty. Patience was already home and waiting. Oh, how I bet she was waiting. I felt my dick hardening against my thigh just thinking about it.
I turned my key in the lock and stepped inside a dark room. On the far side, the bedroom door was cracked halfway, our light on and begging me to come investigate. No, not the light -- a little too dim for that. Candles. I couldn't wait to see what I had in store for me.
I threw my coat on the couch on my way across and started taking off my belt as I nudged the door open. I was definitely getting hard now.
Lying in the middle of the bed was Patience, lying on her belly with her back arched ever so slightly so that her tight, rounded ass was nothing but an invitation. It was framed by the straps of her garter belt, her stockinged legs ending in open-toed strappy high heels. No panties, but the same push-up bra I had teased her in earlier, the straps of which were hidden by her dark hair laying across her back. Candle light from the bedside table was flickering a reflection of a perfect body across the wall.
She flipped her hair and turned her head towards me, looking as innocent as could be with those big brown eyes. I just smiled and walked straight through to the walk-in closet without a word, where she couldn't see me.
I slipped off my work clothes and got into something more relaxing -- a pair of polyester running pants and nothing else. Tidying myself up in the mirror and taking a few cursory inspections of my body -- still very well toned, to my approval -- I walked back out.
Now she was openly pouting, biting the corner of her lip and giving me puppy dog eyes. Her hips were slowly swaying back and forth, showing off her toned butt. I could see the hint of moisture dripping down her slit between her thighs. She was
definitely
waiting.