Once more the energy between us ges, this time returning to something friendly and far less intimate. Heather pulls my pajama shirt back up my arms and over my shoulders. She smooths out the wrinkles and arrahe colr before buttoning me back up again. Whe one is fastened she presses her palm to my chest and runs her hand down the seam to ehe buttons id right as well. She gnces up at me and smirks. I was already smiling. Each time she did this kind of thing I e more tha. It was really quite o be looked after. Leaning iher reaches arouh both arms to begin to uhe hose binding my wrists. It surely would have been easier to get up and walk around to do it but, Heather beiher, she chooses io sneak in ara hug in the process. Once free she brings my wrists around to the front and ys them over my thighs so that she could iheir dition. Seeing that the nylon had not bit my skin she gives my hands a pat then rises to her feet. My grin widens as I admire her soft figure, plump boobs and fat, fccid member h a couple feet in front of me. Pausing a momeher watches me for a few sed ogle her before stepping back.

  “Fetch me my robe?” She asks sweetly with a wave of her hand toward where it had fallen.

  “Yes, Ma’am.” My sweaty ass peels from the seat of the chair as I hurry to retrieve her robe.

  Instead of taking it from me when I return she hold an arm out. Reading her desire I feed an arm over her hand and pull the robe across her shoulders. Standing behind her I aid her in putting oher sleeve. “Now that is being a gentleman.” She says happily while pulling the robe over her body and tying the belt. Reag over to caress my cheek she turns her head to look at me. “Thank you, baby. For everything.”

  “It was my pleasure.”

  She sches her nose and twists her mouth in an expression of ‘yuck’ and quips. “Oh, I know!”

  We ugh that easy ugh of ours.

  “I swear I won’t do that again. Um, given the ce.”

  Patting my chest she says. “I’ll get you whipped into shape. Given the ce.”

  “Whipped!?”

  “Figuratively speaking of course.” She steps in to pinch my bare bottom. “Now quit wavin that cute ass of yours around a some pants on.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Once dressed I am sent from the room as she s up. Sliding the chair bato its pce at the table I am absolutely buzzing from what I’d just experiehe bohe show, that intense hug in the middle, even just obeying her little request for her robe, everything about what had just happened had my heart dang a joyous jig. Heather and I had crossed a lionight. We were closer than we had ever been and I couldn’t have been happier. It was a bittersweet high knowing what I knew but in the mood I was in I could only taste the sweet. When I go to take a piss I ot tain the ugh as I see the red lip-shaped blotches of lipstick dotted all ay fad neck. It was such a shame to have to wash them off.

  I was super energized despite my weary body and post-nut glow. Like before when I worked out the ht I was filled with this pulsion to DO something. Something useful. Something to improve myself. Far too tired for exercise I focus my momentum elsewhere.

  “Whatcha reading?” She asks wheers the main room a few mier. I hear the padding of her bare feet on the wood floor as she approaches the sofa from behind.

  “Oh, just this stuff from work.” I hold up the thick binder up to show her. “Gotta have it all read by Monday.”

  “You are a worker bee, aren’t ya?” She says warmly as she rustles my hair. “I’m putting a kettle on. Would you like a tea?”

  “Yes please.”

  “Milk? Sugar?”

  After a beat I answer mirthfully. “Got any honey?”

  “Ha!” She chuckles. “Yes, Elliot. I’ve got sur honey.”

  “That’ll have to do I guess.”

  “Cheeky man.”

  She puts on some music, a rexing smooth jazz, then finds the kettle. As I plod through the manual one dull page at a time water is boiled, tea steeped, and cups prepared. When I hear the tinkle of spoon against ceramic I’m about to get up to get mi Heather tells me to stay where I am and brings it to me. In one easy motios my tea otle end table to my left while kissing my head theles in beside me. She opens her woman’s magazine over her p and begins to read as she sips her hot tea. Though my eyes are on the open pages I am struot for the first time, of just how his was. Like slipping into an old favorite sweater everything just…fit. This. This simple, domestient right here. This was how life was supposed to be.

  I look over at Heather who gnces back with a giggle. Bumping her shoulder into mine she settles in tighter against me aurns to her reading. With a soft sigh I take a sip of my sweet tea aurn to mine.

  As she reads Heather yawns, then yawns again a mier. Her lids were getting heavy. Finishiea she sets the cup bato its saucer on the coffee table and tosses the magazine beside it.

  “Going to bed?” I ask, realizing that my titty suck might not happen tonight.

  “Mm. Not yet.” Gently she lifts the binder from my p as it on the arm of the sofa. Her head slides down my body and her legs stretch out across the coud before I k she was using my thigh for a pillow. “I’m just gon my eyes a little. You keep going, baby.” Looking up at me, her face still softly glowing from her asm. God she was beautiful! She smiles, presses her cheek into my tummy, takes in a deep breath through her hen closes her eyes and with a tented sigh lets her whole body rex. “Hmmmm.”

  I try to read some more but it was no use. The fay p was simply too beautiful to ignore. She looked a satisfied woman and I suspected it went deeper than simply busting a nut. I know it sure did for me. Sitting as still as I so as not to disturb her I watch as gradually her features soften into one of total tranquility. What tiny bit of tension remained in her body melts away, her lips part slightly, and before long her breathing is slow, deep, and steady. Carefully I y binder a to the side.

  “Heather.” I breath so softly that even if she’d been awake she might not have heard it. With the touch of a feather I very lightly run my palm over the soft fringe of her hair. “You’re making it real hard not to fall in love with you.”

  “Hmm.” She coos softly as she shifts, turning her head to nuzzle deeper into my belly. “Mmmm.” In her shifting her left arm slumps to fall at her side, pulling the edge of her robe with it.

  I stare hard at the slumbering penis that the motion had unveiled. Even limp she was bigger tha my best yet seeing it now it looked so lovely and so feminine, like the rest of her soft, womanly body. It didn’t look out of pot even a little, and again I am flush with that sense of everything beily how it should be. Why shouldn’t she have a penis? Why shouldn’t it be beautiful? Why shouldn’t I want it?

  It robably the hoalking. At least partially. I’d never had these yearnings before. How easy it would have been to reach over and touch it. I could probably even grab it without waking her. And on my hand it would be nothing to stroke it tenderly. I bet it felt nice. I bet the skin is so supple. With my st in her would rouse easily without rousing her. My mouth began to water as I dreamed about the hohat flowed so easily and so copiously from her. It was right there if I wa.

  Closing my eyes I take a long, deep breath. I open them again, reach over her slowly rising and falling bosom, aly fold the edge of the robe back over her groin.

  The lights were on, the music ying, and it was time for me hit the hay. But damned if I could bring myself to disturb this sleepiy. Settling in as fortably as I could I y arms, y my cheek against my shoulder, and y eyes. To the…slur…rhythm of her breath I drift away.

  Despite my seated posture the wele oblivion of slumber soon takes me. My sleep is deep and dark and dreamless, the only half-memory a distant, foggy awareness of a warm b being pulled over my prone body.