"Fine," she spoke like a disobedient teenager and went into her room.
Collapsing on the couch, I hadn’t been aware of how tired I was until I closed my eyes.
Groaning, I covered my head when loud music filled my throbbing ears.
"What the fuck." Groaning, again, I sat up and saw the clock. "Christ!" I’d slept in.
Moving as quickly as my hangover would let me, I went upstairs. The music was killing me, pounding in my head.
At the top of the stairs, I realized it was coming from Lilli’s room. I slammed my bedroom door behind me and winced.
Showered, shaved and brushed, I threw on a suit and headed downstairs for work. On my phone, talking to my secretary, I halted at the bottom of the steps.
There was Lilli, bent over—ass up. I groaned internally, taking in the curve of her ass, her forehead pressed to her shins, arms wrapped around her calves. To make the situation even more unbearably perfect she wore shorts so short I could just make out the beginning curve of her bare ass and the tiny bra looking top exposing her bare mid-drift. In an erotic trance, my secretary rambled on about something. I couldn’t even comprehend with the sight before me.
Did she do this every morning? Her ass is just…damn…it’s perfection.
Then she moved. Lilli stood upright, her hands stretching into the air, slightly pushing back. Her breasts pushed outward. I started to harden and bit my lip to hold in the moan threatening to erupt from my mouth. Using my free hand, I adjusted the growing discomfort within my black suit pants.
"Mr. Iverson?"
Shit!
"Yes, I’m sorry. I was distracted for a moment." I had no clue what my secretary had said. When Lilli heard me, she snapped around quickly. "I’ll be in shortly." I hung up.
"I thought you were gone." Her arms crossed over her stomach, pushing her breasts together.
Just when I didn’t think that it could get any hotter in here, she bit her lip and blushed.
Fuck me! Please! If I had to see this, even occasionally, there’s no way I’m going without sex for four years. Hell, she’s lucky I didn’t bend her over the couch right now.
It took me a moment to collect my thoughts.
"I passed out on the couch and slept in this morning. I’m leaving now." Walking toward the door, I grabbed my keys and quickly headed out before I acted out my desires.
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With thoughts of Lilli and a raging hard on, trying to focus on work all morning was torture. During each meeting, I drifted off to the curve of her ass, the slope of her lower back, her breasts pushed forward.
By the time four o’clock rolled around, I was ready to explode. I’d been too long without sex. I contemplated telling Lilli flat out that she needed to make sure I was out of the house before she did her exercise shit. But the selfish, sick bastard in me wanted to see it—every morning. Thinking about it, yet again, had me hard against my thigh.
Finally, having enough, I told my secretary to hold my calls for the next twenty minutes and not to disturb me. Channeling my inner sixteen year old boy, I went straight to my private bathroom.
Attempting to calm myself with cold water didn’t work, I just couldn’t erase the image or the fire lit by my arousal. Closing the bathroom door, I undid my pants, letting them pool around my ankles along with my boxer briefs. Taking my hard length into my hand and closing my eyes, I let the images of Lilli flood my mind.
The memories from this morning quickly turned into my own fantasies of bending her over the couch. Yanking those short shorts roughly down her thighs, letting my hands roam over her smooth skin. Pushing my own pants to the floor and releasing myself to immediately press against her. She wriggles against me, moaning my name, begging me to take her. I slip into her in one smooth motion, grab her hips and slam into her over and over. Her orgasm around me triggers my own.
My satisfied groan bounces off the walls as I stroke the last wave of my self induced orgasm. Steadying my breathing, I clean up and go back to my desk. The rest of my day is much better.
Saturday morning, when I emerged from my room, I saw that Lilli’s door was open. I stumble downstairs unsure, but hopeful to find more masturbation material. When I find the living room completely quiet and empty, I almost shed a tear.
After making some coffee, I sat in the living room watching Sports Center until twelve thirty. Curious about her whereabouts, I was about to call her when the apartment door opened. Lilli groaned as Phoebe chirped away at her side. When both of them saw me, they stopped short.
"Ladies," I smiled.
"Hey," Lilli said quickly, going toward the stairs.
"Hey, Aidan." Phoebe smiled brightly, following after Lilli.
"Lilli?"
"Yeah?" She turned around halfway up the stairs.
"We need to leave by—"
"Four. Yeah I know." She smirked and continued upstairs.
"I only have three hours." Phoebe scoffed and grabbed Lilli, pulling her up the stairs.