I wriggled on the couch, feeling warm arms holding me, and let out a sigh, the room dark and quiet. I wasn't ready to wake up anyway.
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Some unknown time later, I yawned, swinging my feet over to the ground and sitting up, glancing around the room. A light was on in Gwendolyn's bedroom, but I could hear quiet movement from the kitchen, where another light is on. A blanket is draped over me and I realize that my bodysuit was fixed, my boobs tucked back inside of it and it's snapped in place. I blushed, realizing that Gwendolyn must have dressed me at some point after I fell asleep, and I'm so mortified.
We were about to - well, I'm not sure what we were about to do. Sex seemed like it could have been on the menu, though. It was definitely heading in a direction that I'd never been before, but was eager to reach. And then I fell asleep. Fuck my life. Or fuck me, you know. Like she was apparently going to. Groaning, I stood, a mild headache pressing into my temples as I refolded the blanket and set it on the couch. Gwendolyn came walking out of the kitchen wearing a fuzzy robe over lace panties. My eyes widened as I took in her attire, the curve of her breasts visible through the open front of the robe, her broad smile as she took in my reaction.
"Good morning, sleepy head," she teased. "Not going to fall asleep on me again, are you?"
I blushed, hard. "I am so sorry. I didn't realize I was tired until I just closed my eyes for a second." She walked over, giving me a brief kiss on the lips. Without those heeled boots from the night before, she wasn't quite as tall, but still had probably four or five inches on me.
"Can I get you coffee? Juice? I'm making some scrambled eggs as well, if you want any. I don't meant to rush, but I've got to leave in an hour for work. You're welcome to stay as long as you need, just lock up when you're done, but I can't be late." She beckoned and I followed her into the kitchen, my eyes glued to the robe covered ass swaying as she walked.
"Uhm, can you make a latte? If not, I'll just have juice." She giggled, picking up a drink that had been on the counter and handing it over.
"I didn't figure you for a black coffee kind of girl, so I made this one. I'm glad I guessed right. It's a vanilla latte, if that's okay?" I wrapped my hands around the warm mug and took a sip, the sweet drink immediately coursing through my veins and I smiled and nodded appreciatively. I sat at her small kitchen table, nursing the latte, and she moved back to the stove, plating two portions of eggs and placing one in front of me. She grabbed her own coffee and sat, seemingly unconcerned with the way that her robe flopped open, her breasts on display for my eyes as she took a forkful of eggs. "I'm sorry about last night," she said. "I think I got you a little too drunk."
It took, well, let's just say it took a few seconds for the words to sink in. Probably closer to thirty, but who's counting? I was staring at her boobs, okay? I blinked, glancing up at her and she smirked, knowing the impact she had on me. "I'm an adult, it's my fault if I had a little too much to drink. It was the most fun date I'd ever had."
Gwendolyn seemed to like that reply, leaning forward, eyes lighting up. "Yeah? I was worried the dancing might be a bit much for you." Those boobs were going to be the death of me, just hanging there, begging for me to touch them. Like I had last night. Oh wow, last night. Did I really do all of those things? Did she really do all of those things to me? I blushed, raising one hand to the spot on my neck where she'd sucked and bitten at me, rubbing it idly. She leaned back in her chair, robe now fully fallen open and slowly uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, giving me a very clear view of a lace-covered pussy, the damp fabric pulled taut over pale skin.
"..." Did she say something? I'm pretty sure I wasn't drooling, right? I'd know if I was drooling. Oh, right, she asked me about dancing. I blinked a few times, dragging my eyes up to those mischievous hazel orbs. "I loved dancing," I managed weakly. "I'd love to do it again some time." And the rest of the night. Especially the couch part. I'd do that again and again.
She laughed, chest shaking pleasantly, as she forked another bite of eggs into her mouth, those lush lips closing around the fork. "I can see I'm distracting you a bit. Here, I need to go shower before I get dressed for work. You can stay here and eat quick, okay?" I nodded, suddenly sad at the thought of her walking into the other room.
Gwendolyn stood, pulling off the robe and placing it slowly on her chair, turning as she did, taking extra care to move slowly and bend over at the waist as she folded the robe. I was staring at her backside, the thin strip of her lace thong running between two firm ass-cheeks. She straightened, turning back to me, and walked over, sitting on my lap, draping an arm around my neck. "Now, I'd ask you to join me, but I think it might melt your brain, and I'd rather our first time be a little more romantic than a shower quickie. Are you okay waiting?"
I pouted, lust coursing through my veins, and I felt my body shivering uncontrollably as she ran a finger down my throat. "You should put your hair back, it'll be a mess while you eat," she said, suddenly changing the topic. Sure, I had a bad case of bed head, but it's not like I could do anything about it. Gwendolyn stood up from my lap, pulling her panties down, exposing her bare pussy to me. She then stepped forward, straddling me, my nose inches from her belly button, as she grabbed a handful of my hair and quickly wrapped it into a ponytail, using her thong to secure it in place.
She tugged tentatively at it a few times, each time driving my nose into her belly, and I could smell her arousal. Or mine, I suppose. It could have been mine. If I'm being honest, I'm pretty sure I was sitting in a puddle at that point. Maybe a small lake. "That looks good on you," she said, patting my cheek as she stepped over me, making sure I got a very good view as she did. "Now, stay." Note to self, I'm burning every scrunchie and hair tie in Bend. Except for this one.
I watched, my mouth as dry as the Sahara desert, my bodysuit as wet as the Everglades, as the nude redhead walked out of the room, rolling her hips. Holy shit. I slumped back into my chair, unable to cope with whatever just happened. Numbly, I forked the rest of my eggs into my mouth, not tasting a thing, washing it down with the vanilla latte. Before I knew it, I was done eating.
"Oh, hey Tiff? Can you help me real quick?," Gwendolyn's voice echoed out across the apartment and I sprang to my feet.
"Sure, what do you need?" I was ready to help, whatever the task.
"Come in here, please? I just can't reach something and need your help." My feet started moving me before my brain caught up. She was taller than me, what could I reach that she couldn't? "In the bathroom." As I stepped through her bedroom into her bathroom, I almost choked as my feet came to a halt. She was soaking wet, having stepped out of the shower seconds before, and completely nude. A towel lay at her feet, untouched, and I glanced between it and her in puzzlement.
"I hurt my back and can't reach down and pick it up. Do you mind getting it for me?" Was she serious? She was smiling like she was playing with me, but maybe she had hurt her back. I slowly stepped over, my heart racing, as the two of us jostled for position in the small bathroom. Her wet, naked flesh pressed against me as she accidentally shoved me against the wall, trying to get out of my way. "Oops," she giggled. "Not a lot of room to bend over. Maybe if you got down on your hands and knees you could grab it?"
That made a surprising amount of sense, I admitted to myself. No it fucking didn't. Who gets down on hands and knees to grab a towel off the ground? I do, that's who. I lowered myself down to my knees, reaching a shaking hand out, grasping the towel, and offering it up to her. "Do you mind helping dry my legs? It's hard to reach down." That made sense, if she hurt her back. I could do that for her. I nodded, trying to swallow with a huge knot in my throat, and started to run the towel up one leg, starting at the foot, pushing past the knee, and pausing around the mid-thigh.
"Here, let me adjust so you can reach easier," she said, as she turned slightly, lifting one leg and placing it on my back, baring herself to me. "There's still a few wet spots you missed." You don't fucking say. I toweled my way up her thigh, stopping at the pubic bone as I felt her fingers twining through my hair and her pulling my head forward. I glanced up just in time for my chin to rest on her crotch, meeting her gaze as she stared down at me, lids heavy with lust. "You don't mind this, do you, Tiff?"
I swallowed, nostrils flaring as her arousal smeared across my chin. "No," I managed in a weak voice.
"And you'd tell me if I was teasing you, right? And if you didn't like it?" She was running her fingers through my hair, soothing me, and I could barely think, my mind a haze of lust as I knelt on the floor of her bathroom, face pressed into her inner thigh, the water from her shower dripping onto me.
"Yes," I croaked. I'm not sure what I said yes, the teasing or the fact that I liked it. Or both? Probably both.
"Good," she purred, running a hand over my face. She took her leg down, then lifted the other one for me to dry. "Hurry up, please. I've got to leave for work soon. I wouldn't want to be late." I managed to towel her other leg dry, then she pulled me to shaky feet. She dragged me into the bedroom, sitting on her bed and pulling me into her lap. "You've been a very good girl this morning, Tiff. I'm sorry I didn't get to reward you properly last night." I moaned, writhing into her embrace, unable to put a sentence together and she kissed me like she had the night before, taking my breath away.
Long moments later, we stood and she pulled a pair of panties from her dresser, walking back over to me. She dipped a finger inside herself, the glistening appendage coming up to her mouth as she licked it clean. "This is your fault, you know." I stared, dumbfounded as she repeated the process, holding it up. "Want a taste of what you did to me?" I nodded and she gently extended the finger as I licked it clean. She tasted amazing, a sort of musk mixed with honey, and I slurped as I finished.
"You have my permission to touch yourself today," she said as she dressed quickly. "But only because I ran out of time. And I want you to text me and tell me all about it." Wait, what? She picked up her purse, and I followed her to the door, patting myself to make sure I had my wallet and phone before we walked downstairs and out to her car. She opened the door for me and I slid into the passenger seat, still unsure of how to respond as she dropped into the driver's seat, pressing the starter button on the Subaru's dash, the engine purring to life as she put the Forester into gear.
"Your van is still parked over at Old Mill District, right?" I nodded, mind still a bit numb. "Perfect, I'll park in my usual spot and then walk you there before I walk back to work." Before I knew it, she was easing us into a parking spot and killing the engine, turning to face me and resting one hand on the headrest behind me. "Tiff, I really like you," she began. "And I'd like to see you again. Can I take you out on a date again soon?"
I nodded my head so enthusiastically I thought I was going to give myself whiplash or a concussion or something. "Yes, please!" She smiled, pleased with my answer, as she hopped out and ran around, opening the door for me as I stepped from the SUV. Her arm wrapped around my back, holding me close as I gestured toward the area of the parking lot where I was parked, and we strolled in that direction.
"So what's on the agenda for the day?," she asked, glancing down at me.
I bit my lip, suddenly realizing it was Monday and I had shit to do. "Mostly coding," I grumbled. "I've got a lot of work to do for this client."
"Ah, the mysterious client," she joked, laughing slightly as we navigated past a row of parked cars. "Such a demanding yet insubstantial figure."
I scoffed, "He's just a hedge fund manager, nothing fancy. I'm just contractually obligated not to say their name, that's all."
She peered down at me, a smile teasing her lips, "So you hide out in a van, getting on video calls with a guy, with tits like those, working on special projects for a client you can't name? What's your OnlyFans? I'll subscribe. I can be your number one fan."
"Gwendolyn!" I hissed, blushing furiously. "I've never - nobody has seen - only - my - GRR!" I ran out of words, ending the sentence with an inarticulate growl of frustration. She paused, a look of astonishment on her face, pulling me to a stop alongside her.
"Wait, nobody's ever seen your tits before? Seriously?" I refused to make eye contact. She couldn't make me. I mean, yes, my tits were only four days old, so it wasn't exactly a fair scenario. But still! It was true!
"No comment," I muttered, taking the safe route. She turned, a broad smile on her face as we walked the final few paces to my van. I turned, my back to the door as she pressed forward, her hips pushing into mine as I looked up at her, red hair falling around my face, her lips inches from mine.
"I look forward to being your first for many more things, Tiffany." And then she kissed me so hard I tasted my future orgasms on her tongue. "Text me when you get around to touching yourself." And then she walked away and went to work. And then I collapsed onto the floor of my van. Oh my GOD.