Halloween Interlude: The archer and the heiress

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"Shoot! I completely forgot!"
The woman lying next to you lifts her head off your chest.
"What?"
"I have to go to the party today."
She sits up, looking around for clothes she could put on. You remember that she was already missing her dress by the time you reached her living room. Her panties must be in that area as well, while her bra is dangling on the doorknob of her bedroom door.
"When does it start?"
"9 pm."
Your watch says it's 7.
"Relax, Tiffany. You have more than enough time."
You pull her back onto the mattress and your chest.

"I have to clean this place, though

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"I have to clean this place, though."
"Why? You said the party is at your friend's place."
"Yeah. But another friend of mine is gonna pick me up."
"Don't worry about it."
You have your own meeting to attend to, which means, you don't have all the time in the world either. But with a beauty like Tiffany next to you, there is no way you leave, unless it's absolutely necessary.
You kiss her forehead, while sneaking your hand under the cover. The two of you are still naked after your little session a couple of minutes ago.
"Yes. Right there."
Tiffany sighs as you fingers find her clit. You lazily draw small circles on it, while kissing the top of her head. Her own fingers trace along the outlines of your abs.
"A little harder."
You do as she says, making her squirm underneath the sheets.
After your night with IU, you realized that there are mutual benefits for sleeping with older women. You still learn something everytime. Ahin appreciates it as well, since she is mainly the one whom you experiment on afterwards.
"God, yes."
Tiffany coos as you slip a finger inside her honey pot.
"No, No. Stop. I have to get dressed."
She attempts to pull your arm out from underneath the sheets.
"You know this going to take only a minute."
You earn another moan as a second finger joins the first.
"And how are you going to get off then?"
You shrug your shoulders.
"I have to take a shower anyways, before I leave."
"That's not fair."
"You are the one who is telling me to leave."
"No. I-I'm not. Fuck."
Tiffany feels her body starting to heat up. The warm feeling in her core intensifies as you curl your fingers.
"God. I thought you too well."
You chuckle as you feel her press her face into your chest.
This is the second time in one week you are lying in her bed. And it seems to pay off.
Her legs shuffle around, making her feet peak out from underneath her white covers. You see them curling, her toes digging into the mattress.
Keeping your pace, it doesn't take long for Tiffany to orgasm. A deep moan, a small wave that's rushing through her body and she is lying next to you, like she did before.
Your chest is a little wet as Tiffany is still breathing heavily. The two of you lie next to each other in silence once more.
A couple of moments later, the doorbell rings.
"Oh, shit! That's her."
This time, you don't stop Tiffany from getting up. Instead, you enjoy the sight of her flawless body. She opens her wardrobe, taking out a bathrobe. She ties the satin belt around her waist as she turns around.
Tiffany's cleavage is on display, the turquoise robe barely hiding her chest.
"Towels are underneath the sink."
You nod in appreciation, before watching her leave the room and close the door.
Checking your phone, you read the message Ahin send you.
"I feel bad that you have to work tonight. I will make it up to you, when I'm back home."
You are typing your response, when she sends you another text.
"Are you still at Tiffany's? I hope you are enjoying yourself before the meeting."
"Thank you, babe. I'm having a great time. I will see you tonight."
Putting your phone back on Tiffany's nightstand, you throw the sheets off your body. While you make your way to her bathroom, you hear Tiffany and another woman chat in the living room. Since the door to the bathroom is in her bedroom, you don't even have to leave it.
Closing the door behind you, you search for her towels.

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