Celeste woke up and rolled over in bed to gaze at the window. No sunshine shone through the cracks in the blinds, though it was likely well past noon. She had gotten into the habit of sleeping in late. Groaning, she stretched her arms up, moving to a sitting position so that the thin blue bedsheet slid down her body to her lap, exposing her breasts. Contact with the cool air caused her nipples to stiffen slightly and goosebumps to prickle her skin.
The cat meowed and she grudgingly got up and filled its bowl. As the cat ate, Celeste stood on her tip-toes to peer out the kitchen window, confirming that it was another overcast day. This was supposed to be summer, she frowned. No wonder she prefers to stay indoors.
She sat, the smooth wood of the desk chair feeling good on her bare skin, and turned on her computer. It booted and instantly a chat window popped up.
Screw_driver_657 wrote: Hey babe. I get off work at four. Should I come over? Sent 2:37 P.M. PST
A mischievous smile lit up Celeste's face. What a nice surprise. She quickly typed a response.
blueyedArtemis wrote: I'll be waiting. Hope work gets you nice and dirty;) Sent 2:39 P.M. PST
It was already so late in the day. Celeste logged off. She only had a little more than an hour to get ready.
At 3:42 P.M. Celeste lounged in the kitchen, legs crossed and elbows on the table, still nude but freshly showered and sweet-smelling, hair dry, but left hanging down to her shoulders, framing her face, and a small amount of makeup highlighting her eyes. She wasn't at the prime of her youth, but had an appealing ease and confidence with her body. She concentrated on reading Sexual Politics by Kate Millet, distractedly petting the cat in front of her, who purred softly as it reclined on the table.