It all started with a simple misunderstanding. But what it turned into was one of the most erotic days of my life.
It was about 10:30 in the morning on a Tuesday and I was still in bed, pleasantly dreaming of myself and two of my female coworkers all naked on top of my bar, when I was rudely awakened by the loud buzzing of the apartment intercom. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and looked at the clock, wondering who in the hell could be bugging me at that time of the morning, and why it had to happen right as things were beginning to get good in my dream. Grumbling to myself, I rolled out of bed and staggered to the living room.
"Yeah," I said, punching the talk button on the intercom, and thinking about all the horrible things I was going to do to whoever had ruined my morning.
"Hey, it's Andrea." My eyes popped open a little at that. "Can I come up?"
I punched the 'door' button and listened as she entered downstairs and began climbing the steps to my second-story apartment, my mind whirling. Andrea was an ex girlfriend, one of the most intimate I'd ever had, and we were still friends, but she was the last person I expected to be knocking on my door early in the morning. I wondered what in hell could possibly have prompted this.
I unlocked the door and then pulled it open as I heard her footsteps approach, "Come on in."
"Hi," she said as she slipped through the door.
"Hey, ' I replied, re-closing the door and turning to face her. "What brin... whoa, what the hell happened to you?" She was soaked form head to toe, wearing only jeans and a t-shirt, no coat; her whole body was shivering uncontrollably; and her cheeks were blasted a fiery red. Obviously, it was quite cold and rainy outside, and she must have been out in it for some time.
"I walked," she said through chattering teeth as she bent to take off her shoes. Automatically, my gaze fixed on her ass, and I found myself admiring it as always. When she stood back up, I had to pry my eyes quickly away before she caught me. It did no good though because they immediately refocused on her breasts, which were standing out prominently against her wet t-shirt, her hard nipples clearly outlined. I finally forced my gaze up to meet hers and saw that she was grinning at me, that sparkle I remembered so well in her eyes.
"Did I interrupt something or are you just happy to see me?" she asked playfully.
"What?" I said, confused at first, but immediately understanding when her gaze shifted to my crotch and back. Sure enough, although not fully hard, I was still sporting the remnants of my morning erection, poking out fairly obviously against the front of my boxer shorts. "Oh. I just woke up," I stammered, probably turning three shades of red, and making a lame attempt to shift it so it didn't stick out so.
"So. What's going on?" I asked quickly changing the subject, as I started past her toward the bedroom.
"Nothing. Is Cassie here?" she asked. Cassie is my current girlfriend, and we'd been living together for two years.
"No. She's at the gym," I called from the other room as I found a pair of jeans and began to pull them on, "Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays."
"Good," came her voice from right behind me, and I nearly jumped through the wall. I quickly finished doing my pants up and spun around - only to find her stripping right in front of me.
"What... ?" I started, but never finished as she pulled her shirt up over her head, fully exposing her beautiful breasts. She casually dropped it to the floor and then began to undo her pants. I couldn't believe this was happening, and briefly wondered if maybe I was still dreaming. But no, I knew I was awake. What I didn't know was what exactly Andrea had in mind. Was she going to strip right down and demand I fuck her, or was this just one of her odd little behaviors and she was merely playing with me? I had no idea, but at the moment I didn't mind either way, as she pushed her pants down off from her hips and let them fall to the floor as well.
I was trying hard not to blatantly stare, and failing miserably, as she finished by stepping out of her jeans and standing before me in nothing but her white, lacy panties. I could easily detect the dark shadow of her pubic hair through the thin fabric, and it brought back memories of many mornings spent with my face buried in that silky pussy. She noticed my ogling her and started to laugh, "Aw com'n, it's not like you've never seen it before."
"Yeah," I mumbled, knowing I was beet red again, "but it's been awhile, you know. You look good," I added forcing my eyes to stay level with hers.
"Thanks. Now are you going to give me some dry clothes to wear, or just stand there and stare all day?" she asked.
"I'm happy with standing and staring, but if that's not good enough for you..." I quickly rummaged through my dresser and handed her a pair of boxers and a clean t-shirt.
"Do you mind if I shower?" she asked, accepting the clothes. "I'm still fucking freezing. I need to thaw out."
"Sure, go ahead," I replied, "unless you'd like me to help you warm up in different way." She threw me one of her looks and started for the bathroom. 'Worth a try, ' I thought to myself as I picked up her wet clothes and called over my shoulder, "I'll throw these in the dryer for you." The sound of the bathroom door closing was my only response.
Twenty-five minutes later, she finally reappeared from the bathroom, freshly cleaned and wearing the clothes I'd given her. She sat down next to me, and we finally got around to what had happened and why she was here. Seems her and her boyfriend got into it pretty good and she took off, not even thinking to grab her coat in her haste. She was a block away before she realized how cold and wet it was out, but by then she was too determined not to go back, so remembering that I lived close by, she came here instead.
"So what now?" I asked, making a conscious effort not to stare too long at her bare legs. "Do you need a ride somewhere or what?"
"Yeah, if you could just take me to my mom's house, that'd be great," she replied, crossing said legs to (intentionally?) offer me a better view of one sleek thigh.
"All right, I'm going to hop in the shower then. By the time I get out, your clothes should be dry and then we can go, okay?"
She was examining the nails of her left hand, and just shrugged as I got up, "Yeah, whatever."
With one last glance towards her legs, I headed for the shower. I never ever expected to see what I did when I came back out.
Cassie closed the door behind her and dropped her bag on the floor. She'd had a good hard workout, and was looking forward to a nice, hot shower to ease her tired muscles. As she slipped off her sneakers, she noted that the shower was already running. 'Good, ' she thought with a grin, 'I'll just go slip in with him, and maybe I'll get a workout of another kind.'
She had taken four steps across the living room and already stripped her sweat-soaked shirt off over her head before she noticed that there was someone sitting in the chair watching her. Surprised, she nearly jumped out of her skin, and a small shriek leapt unbidden from her throat.
It was Andrea. Jack's ex-girlfriend. "Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me," Cassie said, feeling her heart hammering away in her chest from the sudden fright. Her eyes quickly scanned Andrea up and down, while her unprepared mind finally caught up with the situation. "Wait. What are you doing here?"
Andrea didn't answer, but merely shrugged, a small mocking smile on her lips, clearly amused by Cassie's reaction a moment ago.
It was now that Cassie began to filter in the details, and wonder what the hell was going on here. Like the fact that it wasn't even eleven o'clock and there was, well, not exactly a stranger, but definitely someone who shouldn't have been here, in her apartment. And that that someone was wearing a pair of Jack's boxer shorts and his T-shirt, and was sitting here while he was in the shower. And that her hair was wet, as if she had just gotten out of the shower herself. The picture began to form in her mind.
"I said, 'what are you doing here?'" she hissed, the anger bubbling up inside of her. That bastard! How could he? While she was away at the gym, trying to make herself look better for him. And with this slut! She couldn't believe it, the nerve! - well, she was going to get to the bottom of this and settle it quickly, once and for all.
"Oh, don't get yourself all worked up," Andrea replied casually, not even bothering to look apologetic, "It's not what you're thinking."
"Oh, it's not, is it?" Cassie fumed, amazed and angered even more by Andrea's pure arrogance. To sit here in her apartment, in her chair, and tell her not to get worked up. The little slut! She probably still had her boyfriend's cum dripping from her pussy.
Without even realizing that she'd been moving, Cassie suddenly found herself halfway across the room, heading toward Andrea; unsure even as she moved what she was going to do once she got there. This wasn't like her at all, and her mind was trying to put up a fight, trying to tell her to slow down and figure out the real situation, to not act irrationally. But her sudden fierce, and unexpected, anger was pushing her on - demanding that she act, that she punish this... this bitch!
Andrea had risen calmly to meet her, that same condescending smile still etched on her pouty lips, seemingly unconcerned with what was about to happen.
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