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Storm laughs, as I lift myself up.
As Storm lays there in the moonlight below me, we look into each other’s eyes.
She clears her throat and mumbles a “sorry.” I help her up, then dust off my black suit and tie.
The oven bell chimes, breaking the tension and Storm moves quick in her white panties, white apron and white socks.
I’m about to explain new house rules, and that they include no cute or skimpy clothes, but I realize she would just ask why.
Telling her, they make me want to fuck her, will get messy. It is a discussion I don’t want to have.
After a quick catch upabout my travels, and what she’s been doing, I settled into my work. I go over a last-minute agreement, and it’s about a big streaming series I want to secure the rights to.
Storm is finishing her baking, as I try to focus at the long dinner table.
The food smells great, and even if there is flour everywhere, somehow it relaxes me.
I guess because for once, Storm and what she is doing, makes the place feel like a home, and not some cold hotel where I usually hide myself from the world.
As I read the document, and try to make sure the other party cannot screw my company, I get distracted.
That’s because Storm has sat on the table, and she is near my perfectly arranged documents.
She swings her legs, and white fluffy socks, as her tight butt sits a foot from me.
“Whatcha doing?”
I sigh and look up. I groan when I see her, it’s disturbing as hell. She now has flour on her cheeks, and she doesn’t even know it. She also has dabs of wet chocolate on her chin.
“What?”
“Your… ” I say pointing.
“What?”
I don’t move an inch, because that would be bad. Storm looks confused.
“Just show me,” she says.
She slides her butt along the table, causing chaos to cloud my mind.
I reach up, and she leans down. As she does, her pert breasts become visible out the sides of the apron.
Braless in the apron is making me hard, and I can now see a nipple. I inhale, and I use a thumb to wipe chocolate off her chin. I retract my hand, unsure what to do with it.
I do not like chaos around ultra complex legal documents. Or anything.
Storm looks at me like I’m some kind of weirdo. “Oh my God. Just lick it.”
I sigh to calm my anger, and then I actually lick it.
Storm smiles. “So, how do I taste?”
I groan inside, and I’m now as hard as steel. “Tasty.”
Storm laughs, hits my arm, leaps and runs. I see the apron flip up, and the back of her panties. It is the tightest butt I’ve ever seen.
My heart pounds, and deep down I know that trying to focus on a complex legal document now, is pointless. I lose focus and hope, and I decide to read it later. I can also smell apples, and pastry, “What’s cooking?”
