by
Epiphany7
I slept in. I was sleeping-hard. I was knocked out, and it felt soooooo good. Then she nudged me.

"Hey, baby? I have to go apartment-sit for a few hours. Want to come with me?"

Damn...that sleep was feeling good, too. But I could never be mad at my girl for waking me up. The sight of her first thing in the morning (or first thing in the afternoon, as was the case that day) is the most beautiful thing to wake up to. And of course, I love spending time with my girl and making her happy, so I mumbled something and told her yeah, and then started drifting back to sleep.

That's when she jumped in bed on top of me and said, "Honey, we have to leave in 30 minutes...so if you are coming, you have to get up and get dressed now."

I pulled the covers over my head for a few minutes, but then I finally let the idea of us spending time together that afternoon coax me out of bed and into the bathroom to wash up. Yeah, I was tired as hell, but I liked the idea of us having a change of scenery. When I returned from the bathroom, she chuckled at my grogginess. How the hell can she be so chipper, even though she's functioning on way less sleep than me? Go figure. I patted her on the butt, kissed her "good morning," and went about putting on my clothes. I was much too tired to try to look cute that day, so I just threw on some sweats and my baseball cap. Lucky for me, she thinks that I look adorable when I'm dressed like that.

We walked up to the corner of Broadway and 116th to catch the bus. We were only going down to 110th, by Central Park, but she humored me and said that we could catch the bus. After all, my ass was dragging, and she knew that I'd be a whiny brat the whole time if we had to walk there. When we got to her friend's apartment, I headed straight for the futon and collapsed, barely taking the time to take off my shoes and hat. Noting my extra-sleepy state, she promised that we would only have to stay for about half an hour to show the place to someone, and then we could lock up and leave. I told her that it was no biggie, that I needed to get out and get some fresh air. She told me to feel free to doze off while we waited for the person to show up, and I took her up on her offer. I vaguely remember someone showing up and looking around the apartment, chatting with my girl for a few minutes, and leaving just as suddenly as she had come. My girl woke me up and told me that we could go now, if I wanted. She also proposed that we go for a stroll in Central Park while the sun was still up and the weather was nice. I milled the thought around in my head for a little bit, but decided against it. I stood up from my spot on the futon, walked over to her and said, "I'd like it much better if you pulled up a spot on the carpet with me and cuddled up next to me for a bit."

She smiled that sly little smile of hers and replied, "Ok, my love...as you wish," and kissed me unexpectedly. When I felt her tongue tracing my lips, my knees began to buckle. She chuckled, and I'm sure that she knew she was getting to me. She sat down on the floor, and seductively pulled me down to her. I knew that she was up to something, but I was wondering if I was finally awake enough to respond.

We lie there on the floor, all hugged up, kissing and caressing each other. She felt so wonderful lying there in my arms. I couldn't tell if the warm feeling washing over me was radiating from her, or if it was a result of the last few rays of sunlight filtering in through the window. I decided not to think about that too much, and just enjoy the way everything felt.

I parted my lips lazily and said, "This is really beautiful, ya know?"

"Ya know what would make this even more wonderful?" she asked.

I looked at her inquisitively, wondering what she had in mind.

"This would be even more perfect if I could give you a rug burn..."

At that, my eyes flew open, and at once, my entire body was totally alert. Adrenaline rush.

"You can't be serious, right? This isn't even our apartment!"

I was nervous and excited, all at once. Seeing as how my girl is a totally analytical Virgo, I was expecting her to have some well thought out answer to that question - something to make me forget why I was shocked and scared and nervous in the first place. Oh, I'm sure that she had it all thought out. But rather than the perfectly logical answer that I halfway expected, all she did was slip her hand underneath my shirt and begin to unfasten my bra. I guess she was serious.

I stuttered and searched for words as I watched her take off my shirt and remove my bra, but when I hadn't been able to say anything intelligible by the time she was taking off my pants, I just gave up on trying to talk and decided to sit back and enjoy the ride. There I was, naked and dumbstruck on the floor of a strange apartment, with an incredibly fine woman poised above me, about to ravish my body. I noticed that she had made no moves to remove her own clothing. When I reached up to undo her pants, she brushed my hand aside and gave me a stern look. Without words, she made it perfectly clear that she did not plan to disrobe this time. She was clearly the one in power, and she was ready, willing and able to do all of the work. I was basically powerless in this situation, and I actually didn't mind.

She leaned over as if to kiss me. I reached up from my helpless position underneath her to grab her head and pull her in close to me and kiss her passionately, but just before our lips met, she quickly ducked away, and unexpectedly popped my right nipple into her mouth. The shock of her action and the unexpected feel of her teeth slightly grazing my breast sent chills through my body. I was breathless. I wrapped my legs around her waist, pulling her in close. The friction of her jeans and the warmth of her body against my bare belly were hypnotic. I watched from out-of-body as her hand tiptoed down my left side and under my hip, ending between my legs. Her fingertips grazed my clit, parted my lips and became sticky with my wetness. I felt so dirty...on someone else's floor? Should I be ashamed? Maybe...but I was too tantalized and intrigued to stop. Then, as she plunged her fingers deep inside of me, I knew that yes, it was dirty.... and yes, I loved it.

I opened my legs and rocked my hips, inviting her deeper inside with every motion. The sounds were thick. I could smell her excitement through her jeans. Her erratic breath on my neck not only gave me goosebumps, but also betrayed her cool exterior. She was as caught in the throes of lust as I. I reached through her shirt to touch her breasts. Her nipples were erect, solid. I pinched them gently, trying to share the pleasure that she sent through my body in waves. I tightened my muscles around her fingers...begging her not to pull away. I needed to feel her deep inside of me, to cum and be filled by her.

The floorboards were creaking underneath our weight. I moaned, I screamed with pleasure. I yearned to get on my hands and knees, arch my back and have her fuck me from behind, but she was unyielding...she refused to let me move from my submissive position beneath her. How could I help but love/fear/envy/obey her? My body became tense, my breath heavy. I worked my hips against her as she explored my insides, her thumb rubbing against my clit with each thrust. I could resist her no longer. I let myself go...I succumbed to her, writhing beneath her. My body was electric and pulsing, and at that moment, life revolved around our embrace.

The sun was slowly disappearing from the sky, so we decided to hurry home. Shortly after our arrival, the phone rang. It was _______, the girl whose apartment we were showing. She called to thank us for stopping by. And ya know something funny? She still doesn't know what happened in her living room...for all I know, she thinks we spent the rest of our day in the park.

THE END

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