Guilty Pleasure

Windows 4

I once again hung up my jacket next to my door and sloppily walked my way to my bedroom. I somehow peeled my shoes off with each step leaving them in the hall. Then it was the scarf, my blazer and then the button up. I fumbled with my black belt and then let my slacks fall to my ankles and then commenced my the once a week struggle to free my ankles.

"Damn thing" I mumbled as I bent over. The room spun worse as I continued and I let myself fall forward onto my low bed. My chest heaved for air and I shut my eyes hoping for the spinning to stop.

Way too many drinks from the lobby bar, I thought to myself. Too many drinks but so many good conversations. Not only that but the smile behind those pink lips. I sat up straight looking at the headboard and then ran over to the bathroom. I knelt at the toilet throwing up my entire life from an hour before.

When I finished I tried for a quick brush and then got back into the bed. I definitely went over my limit. I looked at the clock I had lit on my ceiling and was glad to notice it was a Friday and that there was no work tomorrow. I let the matted hair on my head free and stripped the rest of my clothes off except the briefs I wore under my slacks.

With the T.V. cut on I dove directly into my phone.

Evelyn was just as drunk as I was last I checked and was sent home by the building security who carried her bridal style. He laughed with me as we walked her to her room and just let her sink into the bed. I didn't even bother to take off her clothes either.

She had peeked an eye open and grabbed my wrist before I could leave. I excuse the security officer and he left with light in his eyes. "See you two tomorrow."

When we heard the elevator close she roughly pulled me down and kissed me. Of course a smile grew on my face but I couldn't fathom taking advantage. I got up and left after a few minutes.

Sloppily I press the correct button.

Hardly being able to stand and making it to the bedroom. Now I lay here with my left eye closed and playing with my breasts at the handful. They were soft and smooth. Larger than what I even remembered.

Everything is so soft. I'm soft all over.

I grazed my hands down my side and across the light tone of my stomach. Each indent I passed my finger, pushing my legs together. It tickled. It felt great. I felt pleasure.

On my own.

I scrolled down my phones timeline trying to not pay attention to my body not wanting to break the trance I had fixed until I reached the hemline of my briefs. Not daring to go any deeper I excitedly trailed the edge. Picking the fabric up and down and then moving my hands back up to my breast to hold them.

A sigh escaped my lips and I suddenly felt weak. My phone lay on the bed next to my head and my other hand joined me happily.

I bit my lip nervously. I'd rather not go too deep on myself. The nails of my fingers grazed everything and I hugged myself by the shoulders tightly.

Toes pointed, back arching, with my nails harshly running from shoulders to my neck I let out one of the most sultry moans I've ever heard part my lips.

I sat up shocked with myself looking around and setting my eyes on the cartoons that were staring back at me in their scene. The ceiling fan spun and honestly I felt hotter than before. I got up and put on my pants thirsty for more liquor to rid my needs for attention, but with every step I took I could feel the mess I made for myself.

God, I need her bad.

I was leaning on the bar I could call her.

I can call her.