The Story Unfolds....
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tspencer227Amy went up to Sacramento for the weekend to see her mom, who’d just flown back from spending a week in France, so I spent the majority of the weekend decompressing after the week out to sea and waiting for her to get back. We talked briefly before she got on the place back to San Diego, and told me she wanted to hang out when she got back.
Jason, Kevin, Sam, and I had just started cooking dinner when she called saying she was on the ground, and I told her that I’d get back to her after we ate, to give her some time to unpack and clean up.
After we ate, I called her back.
“So, how soon are you coming over?” she purred.
“Well, let me change quick, and I’ll be over in about 20 minutes.” Good thing she lives close by- right off Mission Village Road.
She giggled. “OK, and don’t forget to bring your bathing suit, in case we decide to hit the hot tub.”
Not a problem. Amy in a bathing suit….mmm, something I was looking forward to seeing.
I drove over to her place as fast as post- Charger game traffic would let me, making it 2 miles in about 20 minutes. Not bad. After finding parking half a mile away, I called to tell her I was on the way over, and she told me she’d be ready soon, and just to knock when I got over there.
When I walked in, she was wearing a tiny little tank top, and very short shorts that showed off every inch of her long, athletic legs. I let out a low whistle as she led me into her room. We hung out and chatted for a while before she asked me if I’d be interested in hitting the hot tub still. I smiled. “Of course!”
She walked into the bathroom to change while I threw on my shorts in her bedroom and waited for her to come out.
I gasped involuntarily when she walked out, wearing a French- cut 2-piece bikini that didn’t leave much to the imagination. She smiled shyly.
“What was that for?”
I smiled. “I’m sorry, I’m just having a hard time getting over how fucking gorgeous you are every time I see you.”
She grinned. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know. Jewel keeps asking me when she’s going to get to meet some guys you know that are as hot as you are.”
I could feel my face burning, and I knew she could probably see me blushing.
“…well then, shall we head to the hot tub?”
We walked to the hot tub hand in hand, and I was pleased to see that we were the only ones there. We stayed and chatted for about an hour, just having a nice laid- back conversation, before I broached the subject of the massage that she’d told me before that I owed her.
“Yes that’s true. What do you say we head back to my place, and get started on that?”
We headed back to her apartment, and I again changed in her room while I waited for her to get cleaned up in the bathroom. By the time she emerged, I was already sitting on the bed, wearing my shorts but leaving my shirt off- it was a warm night, and I didn’t want to get too hot, after all. ;) Again, I had to suppress a gasp as she walked back out of the bathroom. She was wearing the same outfit as before, but without her bra on, the tank top was now translucent. She was obviously a little bit chilly, but I wasn’t going to say anything.
As she walked across the room, she turned on her CD player, and soft music started playing from her desk, and she dimmed the lights in the room before she laid down across the bed and looked back at me expectantly.
I started in on her lower back, slowly and methodically working my way up as I carefully studied every curve of her flawless back, working my way up her spine, then back out towards the sides to work on the knots under her smooth flanks, then a bit higher, repeating this until I was working on her neck. She moaned softly and squirmed slightly under the pressure of my hands as I worked down her shoulders to her upper arms, then back up again. Finally, I couldn’t resist myself any longer and I leaned in and gently kissed the back of her neck. She moaned again and rolled over until she was facing me. Reaching up, she locked her hands around my neck and pulled me down on top of her as her lips met mine in a tightly locked kiss. Her tongue swiftly swirled in and out of her mouth, teasing my lips until I opened my mouth slightly and returned the gesture. Her back arched underneath me as her arms tightened and her fingernails dug into my shoulder blades. She strained to draw herself closer as the kiss deepened. We rolled over so we were side- by- side on the bed, held the kiss a moment longer, and finally, slowly, deliberately, broke apart. Her eyelids fluttered slightly and she let out a loud, contented sigh as she looked at me with a look of supreme satisfaction.
She snuggled up in the crook of my arm and shoulder with her hand across my chest as we laid on the bed and talked for the next few hours, accented every now and again with one or the other of us leaning in here or there to get a quick kiss, or for me to stroke her hair back from her forehead, or otherwise play with her. It was a comfortable mood, and I don’t think either one of us really wanted to get up from it, our legs intertwined and her feet occasionally rubbing up and down one of my legs as she shot me a mischeivious look out of the corners of her eyes, usually followed by me running a single finger down one of her sides, making her writhe and twist towards me with a slight giggle.
During a lull in the conversation I grabbed her wrist and took a look at her watch.
“Oh shit. It’s already 2 in the morning….as much as I hate to say this, I should really get heading home soon.”
She sighed and nodded. “Yes, I know.”
She walked me to the door, and I leaned in to give her a peck on the lips goodnight, but as I moved towards her, she reached up and grabbed me around the neck and attacked me. A simple goodnight kiss turned into a 10 minute long make-out session before we broke apart, and in a whisper, she wished me sweet dreams, and told me she’d see me as soon as possible, since I had duty the next day.
I couldn’t help but smile as I floated the quarter mile back to my car, still feeling a bit giddy, and almost like I did back in high school after that first real kiss I’d gotten. I drove the short distance back home with that silly grin still on my face, texted her a quick goodnight and thanks when I got home, and crashed into bed to get a few hours of sleep before I had to head in to work- and duty- the next day.
Stay tuned for Tuesday night's adventures next time.
Jason, Kevin, Sam, and I had just started cooking dinner when she called saying she was on the ground, and I told her that I’d get back to her after we ate, to give her some time to unpack and clean up.
After we ate, I called her back.
“So, how soon are you coming over?” she purred.
“Well, let me change quick, and I’ll be over in about 20 minutes.” Good thing she lives close by- right off Mission Village Road.
She giggled. “OK, and don’t forget to bring your bathing suit, in case we decide to hit the hot tub.”
Not a problem. Amy in a bathing suit….mmm, something I was looking forward to seeing.
I drove over to her place as fast as post- Charger game traffic would let me, making it 2 miles in about 20 minutes. Not bad. After finding parking half a mile away, I called to tell her I was on the way over, and she told me she’d be ready soon, and just to knock when I got over there.
When I walked in, she was wearing a tiny little tank top, and very short shorts that showed off every inch of her long, athletic legs. I let out a low whistle as she led me into her room. We hung out and chatted for a while before she asked me if I’d be interested in hitting the hot tub still. I smiled. “Of course!”
She walked into the bathroom to change while I threw on my shorts in her bedroom and waited for her to come out.
I gasped involuntarily when she walked out, wearing a French- cut 2-piece bikini that didn’t leave much to the imagination. She smiled shyly.
“What was that for?”
I smiled. “I’m sorry, I’m just having a hard time getting over how fucking gorgeous you are every time I see you.”
She grinned. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know. Jewel keeps asking me when she’s going to get to meet some guys you know that are as hot as you are.”
I could feel my face burning, and I knew she could probably see me blushing.
“…well then, shall we head to the hot tub?”
We walked to the hot tub hand in hand, and I was pleased to see that we were the only ones there. We stayed and chatted for about an hour, just having a nice laid- back conversation, before I broached the subject of the massage that she’d told me before that I owed her.
“Yes that’s true. What do you say we head back to my place, and get started on that?”
We headed back to her apartment, and I again changed in her room while I waited for her to get cleaned up in the bathroom. By the time she emerged, I was already sitting on the bed, wearing my shorts but leaving my shirt off- it was a warm night, and I didn’t want to get too hot, after all. ;) Again, I had to suppress a gasp as she walked back out of the bathroom. She was wearing the same outfit as before, but without her bra on, the tank top was now translucent. She was obviously a little bit chilly, but I wasn’t going to say anything.
As she walked across the room, she turned on her CD player, and soft music started playing from her desk, and she dimmed the lights in the room before she laid down across the bed and looked back at me expectantly.
I started in on her lower back, slowly and methodically working my way up as I carefully studied every curve of her flawless back, working my way up her spine, then back out towards the sides to work on the knots under her smooth flanks, then a bit higher, repeating this until I was working on her neck. She moaned softly and squirmed slightly under the pressure of my hands as I worked down her shoulders to her upper arms, then back up again. Finally, I couldn’t resist myself any longer and I leaned in and gently kissed the back of her neck. She moaned again and rolled over until she was facing me. Reaching up, she locked her hands around my neck and pulled me down on top of her as her lips met mine in a tightly locked kiss. Her tongue swiftly swirled in and out of her mouth, teasing my lips until I opened my mouth slightly and returned the gesture. Her back arched underneath me as her arms tightened and her fingernails dug into my shoulder blades. She strained to draw herself closer as the kiss deepened. We rolled over so we were side- by- side on the bed, held the kiss a moment longer, and finally, slowly, deliberately, broke apart. Her eyelids fluttered slightly and she let out a loud, contented sigh as she looked at me with a look of supreme satisfaction.
She snuggled up in the crook of my arm and shoulder with her hand across my chest as we laid on the bed and talked for the next few hours, accented every now and again with one or the other of us leaning in here or there to get a quick kiss, or for me to stroke her hair back from her forehead, or otherwise play with her. It was a comfortable mood, and I don’t think either one of us really wanted to get up from it, our legs intertwined and her feet occasionally rubbing up and down one of my legs as she shot me a mischeivious look out of the corners of her eyes, usually followed by me running a single finger down one of her sides, making her writhe and twist towards me with a slight giggle.
During a lull in the conversation I grabbed her wrist and took a look at her watch.
“Oh shit. It’s already 2 in the morning….as much as I hate to say this, I should really get heading home soon.”
She sighed and nodded. “Yes, I know.”
She walked me to the door, and I leaned in to give her a peck on the lips goodnight, but as I moved towards her, she reached up and grabbed me around the neck and attacked me. A simple goodnight kiss turned into a 10 minute long make-out session before we broke apart, and in a whisper, she wished me sweet dreams, and told me she’d see me as soon as possible, since I had duty the next day.
I couldn’t help but smile as I floated the quarter mile back to my car, still feeling a bit giddy, and almost like I did back in high school after that first real kiss I’d gotten. I drove the short distance back home with that silly grin still on my face, texted her a quick goodnight and thanks when I got home, and crashed into bed to get a few hours of sleep before I had to head in to work- and duty- the next day.
Stay tuned for Tuesday night's adventures next time.
