On a humid foggy sunday evening, I had just finished announcing the news to the people of this island, there's not a lot going on, the only news i announced is the fact that i had found my favorite missing sock I've been looking for forever. It can be very boring, i often find myself gazing out the window;
Wishing I could be set free; wishing i could be with him. As i shove my notes aside on my desk Mr. Nook appears to be packing up to go home. He shoves his paperwork into a brown satchel to collect his nephews so they can return home. How i envy him, i envy what he has. Kids to go home to, hell, being able to go home. Unfortunately for me, im working overtime. I have way to much work to complete to even think about going home. I pick a red pen out of my pencil jar on my desk, i tap it tirelessly on the desk before i lean on my own elbow. Still tapping my pen i glance at the clock on the wall, 3:00 am it says. I mumble to myself in a harsh tone, "jeez, i wish i could go home and sleep".
Im exhausted, nook has been working me like a dog. I stop tapping my pen, finding it harder and harder to keep my eyes open. I finally exhale and start to fall asleep. If nook was here right now he would give me a pay cut, for the amount of bells he gets in a day hes extremely selfish towards his hardworking staff. Hard working staff like me. I finally nod off for what i hope to be a quick nap.* POV HES IN MY DREAMS *
Im sitting lonely at the bar with a pomegranate martine in my left hand, the smell of cheap liquor and cigarette smoke fills my lungs, Im choking on it. I don't smoke, but hey, i have no where else to go for drinks besides here. Ever since i moved to take up that job i don't have any friends. Im watching the bar tv when a particularly thick finger taps my right should twice, " excuse me miss, is this seat taken?" I turn around and am presented with a beautiful white dog with a smile that shines like the sun and eyes the sparkle like the sea. " oh uhm, no its not, go ahead." I said stumbling almost awkwardly. I had just taken the last sip of my drink when he offers if he could buy one for me. " sure! Pomegranate Martine please."
In a very sexy manlike voice he asks the bartender to make my drink. " thank you" i say sheepishly pulling my hair behind my ears. I haven't felt something like this since i was in collage, my loins are tingling, i needed him. "I haven't introduced myself yet, my names slider, but people usually call me kk. What's your name gorgeous?" My crotch becomes so warm, did he just call me gorgeous? Who would want me? I look back at him and say, " my names Isabelle, its nice to meet you slider." Kk says " no please, call me kk." I very awkwardly correct myself and meekly say "im so sorry, its nice to meet you kk!" He gives me a smile that send my stomach swirling. " pomegranate martine", the bartender slides my drink towards me. " so are you here with anybody?" Kk says confidently. Taking a sip out of my drink, i put it down and say " no, i just took up a job so i don't know anybody around here. Actually, im really glad you came to sit with me, I've been feeling really lonely and needy lately." "Oh?" Kk says softly, he puts his mouth right next to my ear and softly whispers " need any help taking care of some of those needs? " i sigh and feel like a woman once again, he invites me back to his place.*AT HIS PLACE*
We arrive at his apartment, the red door against the pale white walls really sticks ouy. He opens the door and invites me to his bedroom. " i have to say kk i haven't done this in a long time." I sit on his bed, he stands infront of me and puts one finger on my mouths and shs me. I look up at him and begin to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. He is already erect, i haven't look at such a large cock since collage. I pick up his cock and begin to stroke it slowly while looking directly into his eyes, after about 4 or 5 jerks i slowly put his dick into my mouth while making eye contact. While im sucking him off i begin to slide my panties off, i throw them on his floor next to his bed. I pull his cock out my mouth and ask him if me has protection. He picks up his pants and pulls out a magnum condom and hands it to me. As i unwrap it and slowly slide it onto his dick i pull off my shirt and unclasps my bra. He pushes my left shoulder back, signifying for me to lay down. I start to open my legs, but to my surprise he has started fucking me yet. His hands slowly and gently rubs up and down my thigh and sends shivers through my body. He gets on his knees and with two of his fingers slowly starts to spread my lips apart. He dives into my pussy, gently licking directly on my clit. He sure does know how to hit the spot. I grab the top of his head and start to rub his hair while i softly start to moan. No one has done this to me before, after about what felt like an eternity he whispers onto my thigh, "im gonna fuck you so hard Isabelle." I pull him up, he starts to make out with me, i whisper into his ear " slider in". He pulls up his dick and begins to put himself inside of me, and slowly starts pushing in and out. He is still kissing me while hes fucking me, i don't understand this. Its new, no guy has ever done this. 45 minutes of hot sex and we both make it if you know what i mean. He rolls over and begins to pillow talk me. "I had such a great time tonight, no guy has ever made me...", he picks up his phone and hands it to me, " here put your number in, we should make plans again ". I put in my number, i start to get up and get dressed when he stops me. "Wanna spend the night?" I look at him in awe, any other man would have called me an uber by now. I smiled as i dove back into bed and cuddled into his arm. I felt so comfortable, i start to doze off...
*POV ISABELLE WAKES UP*
I scare my self awake, i leaned back into my chair and yawned. I looked at the clock that stated 5:45 am "Jesus its 5:45! I haven't gotten any work done!" I look down at my note book and the large pile of work. I don't deserve this, i don't get paid enough from that selfish racoon to put up with this shit, i grab my things making a bold decision. Im quiting this job. As I walk for the door i mumble to myself, "ya know, i could use a drink." The double doors slam behind me creating a draft of no return.
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