Hallelujah, hallelujah, my Smartphone's tone erupted Handel's Messiah like a fanfare to the doomed. I was greeted by the mother and father of headaches, well no one to blame but myself. I swore under my breath profanely, with imagination, apathetically opening my eyes. Rolling over I expected to see the outline of Holly but was confronted with an empty space where only hours before she'd reposed, kind of. At least her attractive perfume still lingered on the dented pillow. She wanted tips from an 'old timer', not sure if I like that term but I obviously fell into that category, in her eyes, I let it pass. I'm a sucker for tall red headed woman with expressive eyes. We'd met at a wine bar then moved to another and another and, well, you join the dots.
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"I am not sleepy so why don't we tell each other a story?" Her voice was low and raspy and fuck, I'd been lying if I say I wasn't turned the fuck on.
"Like what?" I ask swallowing my pride and probably my sense of direction. Her skin was on top of mine, in contact, burning.
"I don't know." She says taking her time to adjust herself on my lap. I had to grip the chair for support feeling all my breath vanish from my lungs.
"Maybe a short bio about yourself." She advocates placing one of her hands on my chest. I feel the contact through my shirt, my eyes trained on every movement of hers. The worst of it all was that she is unaware of what she was doing to me.
"Uh-" I feel my words shorten. On impulse, I grab her by her waist for support instead. Leaning back painfully on the single chair.
"You're so cute when you're confused!" She giggles going ahead to move slightly on my lap. I blow out a groan feeling my erection harden.