Thursday -
Her alarm went off at five thirty a.m. It woke us both up but since I was between her and the alarm, she crawled over me to get to it. Unintentionally on my part, I felt her ass, no underwear, as she rubbed her tits across my chest. And her hips across my fully erect dick.
It was all I could do to remain the gentleman I was trying to portray. I was losing my mind. And my dick was marking my light green scrubs with precum. She wanted me or she was messing with me. I got up and took a step toward the door. She gave me her number and I saw her look down toward my fully extended crotch and blush. I had to go home and masturbate. Either that or I was gonna cum standing there. I still had to get ready for work too. She told me to call her that night.
Work for me that day was very distracting. I got nothing done that day. I just kept waiting for the end of the day. Finally, it came. I went home, ate dinner and began watching something on TV. At seven pm I called her and we talked for about fifteen minutes before I asked her if she wanted to come up to my apartment. She said she would but she had to study for a test at work the next day. I told her I could help her study. She said she would be right up.
She came right over with her work documents. I gave her a grand tour of my apartment. It was only a one bedroom but I had a California queen-sized bed. Bigger than her full. Separate kitchen and dining areas, living room with sliding glass doors to a balcony big enough for a grill and a couple of chairs. A good-sized bedroom and a large walk-in closet. In fact, you could have put two of her apartments in mine. She made herself comfortable, kicked off her shoes and laid down on my couch.
I sat at her feet and massaged them as she read. She studied and I rubbed and caressed her feet and toes. I was in heaven as I have a bit of a foot fetish it seems.
I gave her thirty minutes to study and then started quizzing her. I didn't want to interfere with her work. I wanted her to be successful. So I tested her until she knew the information back and forth. I knew she would do well. I asked her if she wanted to come over for dinner the next night. It would be a Friday night and she wouldn't have to be at work on Saturday. She said yes and we talked about the menu.
Friday -
I had planned to grill some steaks, corn on the cob and a tossed salad. I stopped on the way home and got a couple bottles of wine. When I got home, the wine was iced and I cleaned up a little around the place. I took a quick shower and dressed comfortably for the evening. Shorts and a Hawaiian print shirt. No shoes. Barefoot is my preferred choice always.
I prepped the food for the meal. I wasn't going to start cooking for another thirty minutes so I lit the charcoal in the grill on my balcony and waited. Stacey arrived right on time at 6:30. Dressed beautifully in short blue jean cutoffs, a white button-up tailed shirt. She had the tails tied together exposing her smooth flat tummy. And a pair of sandals that she jettisoned at the door. Dang, she looked good. Her dark tan had me wondering about tan lines and how comfortable she was naked.
She helped by making the salad as I grilled the steaks & corn. We talked about our days and our backgrounds. Dinner was good and she really seemed to enjoy it. We had some wine and cleaned up after dinner. The other night she had said her favorite movie was "Pretty Woman". I rented it for the night.
She was impressed that not only had I remembered her favorite movie, but also her favorite wine. We talked about our sexual experiences and she asked me what I did when I got home after the night I stayed at her place.
I answered, a little sheepishly, "I masturbated."
She laughed and said, "I knew it."
I told her I didn't have a lot of experience. Stacey seemed to be a lot more experienced sexually than me. She told me she had been in a threesome before, once, with another girl and a guy. I asked her whether she would want to be a part of another ménage à trois as the focus of two guys? Thinking about my friend Steve. She told me to let her think about it. I didn't make any plans.
We settled in to watch the movie with a big bowl of popcorn to snack on. The further we got into the movie, the more it seemed that she was moving closer to me. I had my arm around her and caressed whatever my hand could reach. I was really starting to enjoy her company. Her hand had for some time rested on my thigh. She was making little circles with a finger. I was becoming more erect as the night progressed. We only made it about halfway through the movie. She raised her head up off my shoulder and looked at me real intensely, like she was trying to read me. Then, she took my hand and stood up.
"Come on," she said. And led me to the bedroom.
I didn't say anything. My heart was beating as hard as it ever had. I just followed her as she led me on. When we got to the edge of the bed, she stopped me and turned around to face me. Wrapped her arms around my neck and looked up at me. I looked into her eyes and leaned in for a kiss. Gently. No tongue. She looked up at me and smiled what you could only call a devious smile. There seemed to be a twinkle in her eye. My massively expanded cock was pressing into her stomach. As she pushed up on her toes to give me another kiss, she took one arm down and brushed my cock. After that, I kissed her more aggressively than I'd kissed anyone.
Stacey began unbuttoning my shirt. I stood there, looking into her eyes. Following their motion. When she got the last button undone, she ran the palms of her hands up over my chest to my shoulders and down my arms. Removing my shirt. I attempted to help with her top but was swatted away. She took my belt and unfastened it. My shorts dropped to the ground.
*Finally I get to see you," she said.
Standing there naked, I saw her look me up and down stopping at my cock and she grinned. She began undressing before I could begin to help her. She quickly jettisoned her shorts and shirt. Then I knew she wasn't a nudist because of her very distinct tan lines. Her golden tan was broken up by gorgeous almost alabaster skin.
"Won't need this," she said as she took off her bra and tossed it on the stack of clothes in the corner.
"And you won't need these either."
I kneeled and she rested her hands on my head as she raised one foot then the other. I slid her lace bikini panties down and off one leg then the other. Brought them to my nose and took a deep breath. She smelled like peaches. I looked ahead to see a beautiful row of curly soft blond hair about two inches long above her opening.