Technically Speaking

27: It Just Feels Right

*** Lex's POV ***

I stayed over with Kinsey that night and the three nights since. I've only been back to Dylan and Angelina's to grab clothes. Kinsey's place is a little cramped but it's where she's holed up during her self-induced exile.

She has avoided talking about all things work-related, including what she intends to do now that she's unemployed. However, she's keeping herself busy.

True to her word, she found me three viable options for apartments. I like one in particular, but for some reason I'm hesitating on pulling the trigger. I need to make a decision before the available apartment gets rented out to other tenants.

She has also been dancing everyday. I think it makes her feel stronger and in control with all the things spiraling out of control in other areas. I came right over straight from work the one day and caught her out in the parking lot, twirling and leaping around. I sat in the car and watched her like a fucking creep because she was so breathtakingly graceful and happy. I admitted later to spying on her. She said she knew I was watching so she was putting on a show for me.

Work has been a shitshow. Nothing has come of my filed complaints to HR, as of yet. Opal is "training" me, but instead of learning anything I'm catching her mistakes while trying to fend off her continued advances. Alan has returned, but primarily stays in his office to avoid any run-ins with Elliot who is still looking at porn and God knows what else instead of working.

It's Friday and I am looking forward to spending the weekend with Kinsey. Every morning it has been torture to untangle myself from her perfect naked body and leave her with a gentle kiss on the head so I don't wake her.

This morning, however, she's not in bed when I wake up. I find her in the kitchen, dressed in her robe, dancing around to some old-timey, bluesy number. The way her hips move mesmerizes me. I lean against the hallway wall and just watch her.

"It's inappropriate to just stare." She says, not looking at me, but sensing my presence.

"Then stop giving me something to stare at." I counter. Within three strides, I've gathered her in my arms from behind. She continues moving her hips and I mirror her movements. My cock was hard just watching her, but now...

"You're distracting me. I was making you breakfast." She indicates.

"Is anything on right now that could burn?" I ask.

Catching my drift, she reaches over and turns a burner off. I pick her up. A squeal escapes her as I carry her over and sit her on the arm of the loveseat. I untie her robe, something that's becoming second nature to me and sink to my knees to ravage her body.

She holds my head to her body as I lick and nibble on her breasts. I can't take as much time as I want or I'm going to be late to work. I dip my head between the soft rise of her thighs and my tongue goes to work.

Her hands are in my hair, her legs over my shoulders. The angle at which she is laying allows me to see more of what I'm doing than usual. Also the sunlight streaming through the front window...shit!

I jump back like I've been bitten and Kinsey wraps her robe around herself, startled. I jump to my feet and pull the front blinds shut.

She laughs, realizing that's what made me stop so abruptly. "I thought my vagina had grown teeth or something the way you jumped up."

"My little voyeaur likes to surprise me by opening the blinds for all to see our little interludes." I mutter, kneeling over her and opening her robe back up.

"You must have left the blinds open because I didn't touch them this morning." She blames me. I'm too distracted by her naked body to pay much attention. I slip two fingers into her juicy pussy and she changes the subject. "You've gone and spoiled me with that massive cock of yours. Those fingers alone ain't gonna cut it."