Lisa loves Jennie.
She knows her job is important, running a Entertainment company while also being an artist takes up a lot of her time and Lisa understands.
They'd been dating for about 3 years now and Lisa moved in officially a few moths ago. However in that time Jennie had to step up within her family company, moving up to CEO Her Mother was preparing her to take over in the next year or so.
Which often left Lisa to her own devices, trying to behave and wait for Jennie to come home.
But when's she's like this. Sitting on their couch at 6pm all by herself she wishes Jennie was here. Because right now, Lisa's pent up and needs a release.
They hadn't seen each other much in the past two weeks, mostly in the mornings before Jennie would rush out the door.
Lisa half asleep mumbling goodbye. Jennie pressing a gentle kiss to whatever part of Lisa she could grab first. Usually her hand, cheek or lips.
Or when Lisa would be slipping out for her Pole Dance Class Letting Jennie's eyes wander over her outfit, running her hands over her waist and hips.
Her mind filled with thoughts of taking it all off. But sadly by the time Lisa would be coming home they both just wanted to sleep, cuddle up in their warm bed and drift off.
She didn't mean for it to happen, really, she was trying to be good. She tried watching some of Show Jennie had recommended, but they weren't keeping her disracted from the growing heat in her stomach. She tried to work out, going on her usual run around the block but that didn't help either.
When she got home she slipped on one of Jennie's shirt, loving the lingering smell of her cologne on the collar. Pulling off her sweatpants and leaving herself in her underwear. Placing herself onto the couch and flipping on some random channel.
It started with her hand resting on her breast, mindlessly playing with her nipple over her bra but under the shirt while watching the tv. Then it turned into running her hand up and down her stomach getting closer to the hem of her panties each time.
Her mind was filled with Jennie. The thorn tattoo she had recently gotten wrapped around her bicep. She had sat like a rock during it, making Lisa weak in the studio. The way she looked when she came out the shower.
One of the only times her hair was down. The way she speaks to her, when she spoke french Lisa thought it was the most attractive thing, even if she didn't always understand it. She had been getting more comfortable with it recently, slipping pet names into conversations.
Before Lisa knew she was circling her clit moaning Jennie's name softly to herself. Too lost in the thought of Jennie touching her, praising her, using her.
That's why she didn't hear the door open, she didn't hear Jennie slip off her Chanel shoes, didn't hear her walk behind the couch.
Jennie just stood there for only about a minute or two watching how Lisa panted, touching herself thinking of her, her eyes screwed shut. It made a heat grow within her chest.
She could see Lisa's hand working under her shirt, playing with her stiff nipples. She could hear the way she was moaning her name, barley above a whisper.
"Well what's this?" Jennie questions crossing her arms.
Lisa's eyes shoot open pulling her hand out her panties and sitting up to face Jennie. "Fuck um hi Nini I was just um i-"
"Playing with yourself?" Jennie cocks brow at Lisa looking pissed off. Her shirt sleeves rolled up to her elbows showing off her tanned arms. "Without permission?"
