would show her everything tomorrow, I vowed. I also promised myself that I wouldn't hit on her, though today she was wearing a very short mini skirt that showed off a lot of her long legs. If we were going to do anything again, she would have to initiate. I wondered if we really could just be friends.
Ruby
When I woke up it took a moment for me to remember I was in Paris. I turned on my side and saw a wide bedroom window. What was outside it looked like an incredible photograph of the city scape at night, complete with the Eiffel Tower sparkling in the distance. How on earth could Nate ever get tired of this view? I gazed out the window for what seemed like a beautiful eternity before turning away.
I felt invigorated and full of life, like I hadn't felt in the longest time. Nate was to thank for all that. He had even been respectful enough not to make a move on me, though I had worn a tight, short skirt and a skimpy top in effort to see if he would. Maybe he just wasn't attracted to me anymore? We had kissed last night but it had been soft and gentle, more like a peck really. It could have been a habit he had picked up during his travels, meant to be completely platonic. That thought made my heart sink.
I hitched up my skirt to make sure that it just barely covered my ass and strolled into the living room. Nate was there, reading a book in the lamp light, though he looked up when he saw me.
"Ruby, you're awake," he said, and I saw his eyes run quickly up and down my body. He liked what he saw, I noted. There was nothing platonic about that look. Still, I pretended not to notice and plopped down next to him on the sofa, sitting just a little too close for comfort.
"Yup, I had an amazing nap," I stretched my arms above my head and yawned, emphasizing my breasts in a way that he could not ignore. I smiled at him, "Now I feel totally energized."
"That's great," said Nate, putting down his book, "We can go out for dinner if you want?"
I shook my head.
"No, I don't think I'm in the mood. I want a cozy night in. Just you and me," I smiled and he smiled back, though he looked puzzled.
"Do you think my nipples poke out too much in this shirt?" Nate's eyes widened. The material of my top was very thin and it was easy to see the shape of my breasts and how hard my nipples were through the flimsy fabric.
He reached forward and lifted up my top just enough to let my breasts come out. He gave one of them a gentle squeeze, before letting go much sooner than I would have liked.
"I don't know. If you're not sure, maybe you should take the shirt off?" he suggested with a smile. I took his suggestion and pulled the top fully over my head and tossed it on the floor. Nate couldn't resist me anymore. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto his lap, kissing me passionately on the mouth as I grinded against him. It only took him a moment or two to realize that I wasn't wearing any panties, but when he did he groaned deeply.
"You're so bad," he said, grabbing one of my ass cheeks in each hand and squeezing hard.
"You love it," I whispered. His hand moved from my ass and soon it was between my legs. I let out a soft moan as his hand brushed off my pussy, before pulling away teasingly.
"Please Nate."
"Please what?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Please touch me. Fuck me."
My words obviously pleased him as he obliged me, slipping his hand back where it belonged between my legs. He began rubbing my pussy, gently but applying the right kind of pressure for it to feel pleasurable. He knew what he was doing, playing with my clit perfectly, each movement bringing me more and more pleasure. I moaned as he bit and sucked my nipples, all the while pleasuring me with his hand.
"Aw, you're gonna cum so soon?" he asked teasingly, but I couldn't respond. He was right, my body had already begun to tense up and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. All I could do
Ruby
When I woke up it took a moment for me to remember I was in Paris. I turned on my side and saw a wide bedroom window. What was outside it looked like an incredible photograph of the city scape at night, complete with the Eiffel Tower sparkling in the distance. How on earth could Nate ever get tired of this view? I gazed out the window for what seemed like a beautiful eternity before turning away.
I felt invigorated and full of life, like I hadn't felt in the longest time. Nate was to thank for all that. He had even been respectful enough not to make a move on me, though I had worn a tight, short skirt and a skimpy top in effort to see if he would. Maybe he just wasn't attracted to me anymore? We had kissed last night but it had been soft and gentle, more like a peck really. It could have been a habit he had picked up during his travels, meant to be completely platonic. That thought made my heart sink.
I hitched up my skirt to make sure that it just barely covered my ass and strolled into the living room. Nate was there, reading a book in the lamp light, though he looked up when he saw me.
"Ruby, you're awake," he said, and I saw his eyes run quickly up and down my body. He liked what he saw, I noted. There was nothing platonic about that look. Still, I pretended not to notice and plopped down next to him on the sofa, sitting just a little too close for comfort.
"Yup, I had an amazing nap," I stretched my arms above my head and yawned, emphasizing my breasts in a way that he could not ignore. I smiled at him, "Now I feel totally energized."
"That's great," said Nate, putting down his book, "We can go out for dinner if you want?"
I shook my head.
"No, I don't think I'm in the mood. I want a cozy night in. Just you and me," I smiled and he smiled back, though he looked puzzled.
"Do you think my nipples poke out too much in this shirt?" Nate's eyes widened. The material of my top was very thin and it was easy to see the shape of my breasts and how hard my nipples were through the flimsy fabric.
He reached forward and lifted up my top just enough to let my breasts come out. He gave one of them a gentle squeeze, before letting go much sooner than I would have liked.
"I don't know. If you're not sure, maybe you should take the shirt off?" he suggested with a smile. I took his suggestion and pulled the top fully over my head and tossed it on the floor. Nate couldn't resist me anymore. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto his lap, kissing me passionately on the mouth as I grinded against him. It only took him a moment or two to realize that I wasn't wearing any panties, but when he did he groaned deeply.
"You're so bad," he said, grabbing one of my ass cheeks in each hand and squeezing hard.
"You love it," I whispered. His hand moved from my ass and soon it was between my legs. I let out a soft moan as his hand brushed off my pussy, before pulling away teasingly.
"Please Nate."
"Please what?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Please touch me. Fuck me."
My words obviously pleased him as he obliged me, slipping his hand back where it belonged between my legs. He began rubbing my pussy, gently but applying the right kind of pressure for it to feel pleasurable. He knew what he was doing, playing with my clit perfectly, each movement bringing me more and more pleasure. I moaned as he bit and sucked my nipples, all the while pleasuring me with his hand.
"Aw, you're gonna cum so soon?" he asked teasingly, but I couldn't respond. He was right, my body had already begun to tense up and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. All I could do
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