When Gina Met Tammy...Ch.15
Starting their day with a little play time, the girls get ready for the day of setting up their home gym.
TAMMY:
Gina was still asleep when I woke up. She was snoring very softly and looked so cute lying there that I couldn't help but smile and think how lucky I am. Admittedly, I did love some of the previous girls I've been with, but nothing compares to the love I have for this gorgeous creature I'm snuggled up against.
Quietly, I got up, used the bathroom and went down to make coffee. I made a couple of shipping labels for the paintings I'm going to send and printed them out. Hearing Gina's loud yawn and "Aaaahhh" as she stretched, I giggled and started her mug of coffee. After giving me my morning kiss, she sat at the island while I busied myself making our gourmet breakfast -- corn flakes and milk, with some sliced strawberries on top.
Taking her by the hand, I led her upstairs and pushed her down on the edge of the unmade bed, her legs hanging down. Grabbing a pillow to put under my knees, I knelt down and began licking and tonguing her pussy, the tangy sweetness mingling with the slightly salty taste of night sweat. I guess Gina was as horny as I was, because she came within a couple of minutes of only my tongue and mouth exploring the familiar folds of her center. Leaving a trail of soft kisses as I worked my way up, I kissed her lips, and she panted "Jeez, baby, ya sure know how t' start th' day right! Now plant yer pussy up here."
I straddled her face and she ate me out to my own glorious orgasm. Wriggling her way up from between my spread legs, she pulled my face down to give me a kiss, the cum on our lips mixing as we rested a minute from our playing. Gina's right -- there's nothing quite like a nice cum early in the morning!
GINA:
Our gentle kissing in the afterglow of our climaxes was interrupted by the sound of the security console beeping downstairs. Looking out our bedroom window, we saw a caravan of 5 pickups pull up to the edge of the woods out back, and Tomas' crew started piling out of the trucks. They had towed in trailers with a woodchipper, small tractor with a plow attached, and the bobcat with the grader blade. We watched as the tractor unhitched the plow and hooked up to the woodchipper, and the crew of 12 guys spread out through the woods to begin clearing, the tractor in the middle of the line.
I stripped the bed and we made it with fresh sheets, then we got in the shower to get ready for the day. After drying our bodies and hair, we dressed in the yoga crop tops and shorts -- damn, we looked hot! It's a good thing the shorts are dark and the gussets are lined, otherwise we'd both be sporting wet spots and camel-toes!
We carried down the two paintings that are going to be shipped, and Tammy put the shipping labels on the boxes, making sure to get the right address on the right box. Making some more coffee, we went on the deck to watch the work and saw Tomas out there, directing everybody on where to go and what to do. He waved at us and we waved back, then he came over and gave us a drawing of how the path would look as it zig-zagged through the woods, making gentle curves on each end so that we could run without having to slow down for the turns. Saying he'd be checking in on the crew during the day, he winked and pointed out that they had their own Port-A-Potties, and other than the noise, they wouldn't be bothering us while they worked.
TAMMY:
I loaded the two paintings in my car and drove to the FedEx store, while Gina stayed home. Grinning to myself, I put FRAGILE stickers all over the boxes and shipped them Priority 1, giving the FedEx guys a good look at my butt in the tight shorts. Then I hurried home, a tingling in my crotch when I thought about things to come (pun intended).
We sat out on the deck watching the work, the woodchipper whining away and the occasional buzz of chainsaws as they cut down the dead trees and chopped the wood into manageable pieces for the chipper. At 11:00, the console beeped, and I went down to open the egress door while Gina showed the guys where to unload the fan. Since it's on casters, once the fan was downstairs, the two guys reluctantly left (I think they were enjoying the view and sorry it had to end so soon).
Gina wheeled the box frame to the far corner, and turned the fan on. It sure did the job, and we could feel the breeze all the way to the front of the basement where the TV was. Going back up, we saw the crew was already over halfway through with the clearing in the back. We laughed when we saw one of them get his 'high-tech marking device' to start marking the path. It was basically a hand cart with a 4-foot board attached and chalk buckets on each end. He started marking every few feet, pulling a wire to drop a line of chalk for the plow to follow.
While we watched, Gina got her phone and made reservations at the same restaurant we'd gone to with Noah and Mikey for our dinner date with Jo and Dee tomorrow night. I made some sandwiches and we ate lunch on the deck, regretting having to wear clothes on such a beautiful day. We texted the tracking numbers for the paintings to Momma and Jerry, saying they should get their paintings tomorrow morning.
GINA:
The console beeped again, and we walked around to the side to show the truck where to park. 4 men got out of the double-cab box truck and began unloading, and another car came and parked out front. We were surprised to see Terry, but when she came over to us, she said, "I always come out on set-up jobs, to make sure these knuckleheads don't screw something up!" The way the men laughed and made comments showed us they've done this before, and actually all of them got along well.