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Part 1 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/1t1ntoi/reconnecting\_with\_an\_old\_friend\_from\_uni\_m26f26/)

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When James woke up the next morning, everything felt a bit surreal. Only half-awake, he wondered whether it had only been a vivid dream, but once his brain started to work properly, he noticed that Elisa was actually lying naked in bed, only wearing her panties, cuddled up to his chest.        

Still fast asleep, she must have moved during the night because now they were facing each other. James could feel her breast move each breath, brushing up and down his chest.

Last night, Elisa mentioned that apparently both had needed something like that. And while James didn’t exactly know what went on in Elisa’s love life – he only knew that her boyfriend broke up with her some time ago – it was definitely true for him. Somewhat introverted, his sex life hasn’t been that great to begin with, especially in combination with a lot of assignments for Uni recently.

Now recollecting the memories from last night, he moved his hands slowly down Elisa’s back. When reaching her ass, he could feel the remnants of his cum on her skin and panties. Elisa yawned, causing James to stop his soft exploration.

Apparently, she could process things a lot quicker than James; when she opened her eyes, she was already completely awake.

“Go on, that feels nice”, she encourages him with a soft smirk. James’ hand started to move again.

“Sorry, I didn’t know if yesterday was a one-off thing on not”, he responds.

“Maybe we should just wait a bit before we discuss the implications of what happened”, Elisa proposes, as she starts to kiss him. He could feel her tongue inside his mouth, and he started to kiss her back. Elisa’s hands wrapped around his back, moving him closer to her. James could now feel their chests pressing together, noticing her nipples getting harder each second.

Meanwhile, his own fingers have made their way into Elisa’s panties, squeezing her ass lightly. Grunting impatiently, she demands that he removes her panties now.

“You should have done that yesterday already”, she scolds him lightly, now completely naked. The panties slide from the bed down to the floor; James can spot the stains of his cum on it. Their mouths are still glued together as Elisa starts turning on her back, pulling James right onto her.

Her legs wrap around his body, pushing him closer, allowing him to feel the warmth emerging from her now pantieless crotch. Still wearing his boxer shorts, but Elisa is about to change that. She slowly moves her hands down the side of James’ body, brushing over his chest and his waist, grabbing the elastic waistband of his shorts, pulling them down and freeing his already hard cock.

James’ mouth now moves slowly down Elisa’s neck. There, he can clearly see the love bites from the night before. His hands start to explore her upper body, caressing her side, feeling the soft hair of her armpits, brushing her breasts.       

Elisa pushes his head further down, right to her chest, running her fingers through his hair. James starts focusing on her nipples, licking them, softly biting. Elisa arches her back; she seems to enjoy it. Continuing his journey down, his hands lightly brush down her belly, his fingers are closely followed by his mouth.

Eventually, James reaches his destination. Yesterday, he could only experience Elisa’s pussy with his fingers and in a restrictive position; now he’s finally able to explore it with all his senses; smelling, tasting. While trailing his fingers through her pubic hair, he starts to kiss the upper part of Elisa’s thighs. This is already enough to elicit soft moans out of Elisa’s throat. The moans are growing louder as James’ mouth moves up, kissing her labia, finally reaching Elisa’s clit.

His tongue starts slowly, getting faster bit by bit. Simultaneously, his fingers slid down, carefully entering her vagina. It is already wet, just as yesterday night. His other hand is grabbing one of her butt cheeks, squeezing it, massaging it softly. Elisa’s face and cleavage have started to turn red, one of her hands is grabbing her breast, pinching her nipple, while the other hand touches James’ hair. Her moans have become more guttural, more feral as it becomes clear that she will have an orgasm soon.

James can feel it; his fingers are touching the right part of her. Elisa starts pushing her hips against his mouth, forcing him to increase the pressure on her clitoris. With two, now three fingers he slides in and out of her vagina. Warm juice is slowly running out every time James’ fingers move.

Finally, it is too much for Elisa. The hand in his hair grips tightly, pressing his mouth even further onto her clit. Her whole body starts to move, cramping and releasing at the same time. A loud moan escapes her mouth, and she collapses back onto the mattress. Her vulva and pubic hair are completely soaked, mixing James’ saliva with her own fluids.

Her hand is still locked into James’ hair. She uses this to pull him up, kissing him passionately when their faces meet. She can taste herself in his mouth, creating a new layer of sensation.

James’ cock feels now even harder than before, pressed between Elisa’s and his belly. Precum is already forming at the tip, leaving a mark just above her bellybutton. Still kissing, her hand reaches down, touching his tip, using the precum as improvised lube to slowly caress his cock.

“Did you bring a condom by any chance?”, James asks. “I don’t have one here unfortunately, something like this normally doesn’t happen to me so spontaneously”.

“I’m on the pill”, Elisa responds, “and I just got tested on STIs recently; negative. If you’re fine with it we can skip other protection. But give me a second or two, it was too intense just now”, she requests. This break is spent touching, her breasts, his back, their necks. Eventually, Elisa nods.

“I think I’m recovered now”, she says, grabbing James’ cock and guiding its tip to her vagina. Slowly, he moves his hips forward, entering carefully. Moaning simultaneously, both feeling a tickling sensation due to the way James’ cock parts Elisa’s labia, fills her vagina. She feels tight but because of her wetness, James can easily move his cock inside her.

Elisa slings her legs around James’ hips, pressing him deep inside her. She moans loudly, her fingers digging inside the skin of his back. James stabilises his body on his elbows, his left hand is still able to grab Elisa’s breast, pinching her nipple carefully.

Elisa’s legs begin to control the pace, pushing James’ hips faster and faster inside her. He starts to breathe heavily, bringing Elisa to an orgasm earlier turned him on.

“Do you want to go on top?”, James asks. Elisa nods, so he grabs her around her back, turning themselves around. Still laying on each other, James can feel Elisa’s breasts pressed against his chest. She straightens up, begins to ride him, grabbing his arms and putting them on her breasts. Carefully, James massages them, using his whole palms to squeeze them.            

One of his hands travels downwards, grabbing Elisa’s ass cheek, lightly slapping it. Meanwhile, Elisa increases her pace. She uses her whole body weight to lower herself on James’ cock, gripping it tightly with her wet vagina.

Loudly panting, it is clear that James won’t be able to keep up with Elisa for much longer. She notices it as well, but instead of slowing down, she leans forward, kissing him passionately. Moving her mouth to his neck and ear, she whispers in his ear.

“Cum for me please”, she demands. “I want to feel you cum now.” James could hardly have continued for much longer anyway. Grateful for Elisa’s request, he feels his orgams building up, filling his balls, finally releasing and pumping his load deep inside Elisa. Satisfied, she slows down but doesn’t stop completely.

“You need to finish completely inside me”, she argues. James can still feel his cock twitch, constrained by Elisa’s tight vagina. His mouth creates sounds without him realising; moaning, groaning wildly. Finally, his body stops clenching, his balls are completely empty now.

Already, some of his cum is running out of Elisa’s vagina, colouring her pubic hair white in a few spots. Elisa smiles, and kisses him on the mouth again.

“Great job”, she mutters. Slowly, she lifts herself up. White cum starts dropping out of her, covering James’ body. She slides her fingers around, spreading in on his belly. Then, she moves her finger to her mouth and licks it clean.

James is still a little dizzy from his orgasm. Elisa lays down to him, cuddling into his arm.

“That was quite nice, wasn’t it”, she says, “what about a little break now and then some breakfast?”

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Part 1 is here

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When James woke up the next morning, everything felt a bit surreal. Only half-awake, he wondered whether it had only been a vivid dream, but once his brain started to work properly, he noticed that Elisa was actually lying naked in bed, only wearing her panties, cuddled up to his chest.        
Still fast asleep, she must have moved during the night because now they were facing each other. James could feel her breast move each breath, brushing up and down his chest.

Last night, Elisa mentioned that apparently both had needed something like that. And while James didn’t exactly know what went on in Elisa’s love life – he only knew that her boyfriend broke up with her some time ago – it was definitely true for him. Somewhat introverted, his sex life hasn’t been that great to begin with, especially in combination with a lot of assignments for Uni recently.

Now recollecting the memories from last night, he moved his hands slowly down Elisa’s back. When reaching her ass, he could feel the remnants of his cum on her skin and panties. Elisa yawned, causing James to stop his soft exploration.

Apparently, she could process things a lot quicker than James; when she opened her eyes, she was already completely awake.

“Go on, that feels nice”, she encourages him with a soft smirk. James’ hand started to move again.

“Sorry, I didn’t know if yesterday was a one-off thing on not”, he responds.

“Maybe we should just wait a bit before we discuss the implications of what happened”, Elisa proposes, as she starts to kiss him. He could feel her tongue inside his mouth, and he started to kiss her back. Elisa’s hands wrapped around his back, moving him closer to her. James could now feel their chests pressing together, noticing her nipples getting harder each second.

Meanwhile, his own fingers have made their way into Elisa’s panties, squeezing her ass lightly. Grunting impatiently, she demands that he removes her panties now.

“You should have done that yesterday already”, she scolds him lightly, now completely naked. The panties slide from the bed down to the floor; James can spot the stains of his cum on it. Their mouths are still glued together as Elisa starts turning on her back, pulling James right onto her.

Her legs wrap around his body, pushing him closer, allowing him to feel the warmth emerging from her now pantieless crotch. Still wearing his boxer shorts, but Elisa is about to change that. She slowly moves her hands down the side of James’ body, brushing over his chest and his waist, grabbing the elastic waistband of his shorts, pulling them down and freeing his already hard cock.

James’ mouth now moves slowly down Elisa’s neck. There, he can clearly see the love bites from the night before. His hands start to explore her upper body, caressing her side, feeling the soft hair of her armpits, brushing her breasts.       
Elisa pushes his head further down, right to her chest, running her fingers through his hair. James starts focusing on her nipples, licking them, softly biting. Elisa arches her back; she seems to enjoy it. Continuing his journey down, his hands lightly brush down her belly, his fingers are closely followed by his mouth.

Eventually, James reaches his destination. Yesterday, he could only experience Elisa’s pussy with his fingers and in a restrictive position; now he’s finally able to explore it with all his senses; smelling, tasting. While trailing his fingers through her pubic hair, he starts to kiss the upper part of Elisa’s thighs. This is already enough to elicit soft moans out of Elisa’s throat. The moans are growing louder as James’ mouth moves up, kissing her labia, finally reaching Elisa’s clit.

His tongue starts slowly, getting faster bit by bit. Simultaneously, his fingers slid down, carefully entering her vagina. It is already wet, just as yesterday night. His other hand is grabbing one of her butt cheeks, squeezing it, massaging it softly. Elisa’s face and cleavage have started to turn red, one of her hands is grabbing her breast, pinching her nipple, while the other hand touches James’ hair. Her moans have become more guttural, more feral as it becomes clear that she will have an orgasm soon.

James can feel it; his fingers are touching the right part of her. Elisa starts pushing her hips against his mouth, forcing him to increase the pressure on her clitoris. With two, now three fingers he slides in and out of her vagina. Warm juice is slowly running out every time James’ fingers move.

Finally, it is too much for Elisa. The hand in his hair grips tightly, pressing his mouth even further onto her clit. Her whole body starts to move, cramping and releasing at the same time. A loud moan escapes her mouth, and she collapses back onto the mattress. Her vulva and pubic hair are completely soaked, mixing James’ saliva with her own fluids.

Her hand is still locked into James’ hair. She uses this to pull him up, kissing him passionately when their faces meet. She can taste herself in his mouth, creating a new layer of sensation.

James’ cock feels now even harder than before, pressed between Elisa’s and his belly. Precum is already forming at the tip, leaving a mark just above her bellybutton. Still kissing, her hand reaches down, touching his tip, using the precum as improvised lube to slowly caress his cock.

“Did you bring a condom by any chance?”, James asks. “I don’t have one here unfortunately, something like this normally doesn’t happen to me so spontaneously”.

“I’m on the pill”, Elisa responds, “and I just got tested on STIs recently; negative. If you’re fine with it we can skip other protection. But give me a second or two, it was too intense just now”, she requests. This break is spent touching, her breasts, his back, their necks. Eventually, Elisa nods.

“I think I’m recovered now”, she says, grabbing James’ cock and guiding its tip to her vagina. Slowly, he moves his hips forward, entering carefully. Moaning simultaneously, both feeling a tickling sensation due to the way James’ cock parts Elisa’s labia, fills her vagina. She feels tight but because of her wetness, James can easily move his cock inside her.

Elisa slings her legs around James’ hips, pressing him deep inside her. She moans loudly, her fingers digging inside the skin of his back. James stabilises his body on his elbows, his left hand is still able to grab Elisa’s breast, pinching her nipple carefully.

Elisa’s legs begin to control the pace, pushing James’ hips faster and faster inside her. He starts to breathe heavily, bringing Elisa to an orgasm earlier turned him on.

“Do you want to go on top?”, James asks. Elisa nods, so he grabs her around her back, turning themselves around. Still laying on each other, James can feel Elisa’s breasts pressed against his chest. She straightens up, begins to ride him, grabbing his arms and putting them on her breasts. Carefully, James massages them, using his whole palms to squeeze them.            
One of his hands travels downwards, grabbing Elisa’s ass cheek, lightly slapping it. Meanwhile, Elisa increases her pace. She uses her whole body weight to lower herself on James’ cock, gripping it tightly with her wet vagina.

Loudly panting, it is clear that James won’t be able to keep up with Elisa for much longer. She notices it as well, but instead of slowing down, she leans forward, kissing him passionately. Moving her mouth to his neck and ear, she whispers in his ear.

“Cum for me please”, she demands. “I want to feel you cum now.” James could hardly have continued for much longer anyway. Grateful for Elisa’s request, he feels his orgams building up, filling his balls, finally releasing and pumping his load deep inside Elisa. Satisfied, she slows down but doesn’t stop completely.

“You need to finish completely inside me”, she argues. James can still feel his cock twitch, constrained by Elisa’s tight vagina. His mouth creates sounds without him realising; moaning, groaning wildly. Finally, his body stops clenching, his balls are completely empty now.

Already, some of his cum is running out of Elisa’s vagina, colouring her pubic hair white in a few spots. Elisa smiles, and kisses him on the mouth again.

“Great job”, she mutters. Slowly, she lifts herself up. White cum starts dropping out of her, covering James’ body. She slides her fingers around, spreading in on his belly. Then, she moves her finger to her mouth and licks it clean.

James is still a little dizzy from his orgasm. Elisa lays down to him, cuddling into his arm.

“That was quite nice, wasn’t it”, she says, “what about a little break now and then some breakfast?”

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James was sitting at the train station, waiting for Elisa to arrive. During his bachelor programme, they had been studying together, even lived in the same dorm just a few floors apart. After he moved away to pursue his master’s degree – to a mid-sized town surrounded by gorgeous mountains – they had stayed in touch loosely, going to a few concerts in other cities. But Elisa hadn’t visited him here before, he was looking forward to it. It was always easy-going and relaxed, they’d probably watch a film on the evening, maybe go on a hike the next day. Finally, the train arrived with squeaking breaks. The station started buzzing in traffic, people crowding around the train doors while people still exiting it.

James turned his head and finally spotted Elisa’s red hair in the sea of travellers. He moved in her direction and waved until she saw him as well. Smiling brightly and wrapped into an oversized corduroy jacket, she emerged from the mass of people and hugged James.

“What a journey, the view during the ride is insane with all the mountains around”, she began. “It’s lovely to see you, I’m so glad I’m able to visit you at last.”

“It’s great to see you too”, James smiles. “Should we go into town and stroll around a bit? Or do you need something to eat first? It’s gotten quite late already but I thought about cooking later when we are at my place”. Elisa nods, grabbing her duffel bag that she dropped to hug James.

“I’ll just grab something from the bakery here at the station, then I’m full enough to admire the view and have a proper dinner later”, she says. They leave the train station with a sandwich for Elisa, roaming around the city centre, around the river, admiring the mountains that are visible from every corner of the town. Eventually, the sun starts to set, and Elisa and James decide that they’d better go home to get something to eat.

While taking the tram home, they talk about this and that: lectures and seminars of the master’s programme, what’s going on in the lives of people they still know from Uni before, about the new work of Elisa; just stuff old friends talk about.

It had already gotten dark when they arrive home, both really hungry at this point. James shows her around the flat: there’s the kitchen, there’s the rooms of his flatmates and finally, there is his room. Small but cozy, pictures hanging from the walls, wooden, lived in vintage furniture mixed together and a Cello sitting in a corner.

“I’m just going to make some pasta really quick”, James proposes, “we’re both too hungry to wait for something fancy now. But do you want to watch a film while eating? And by the way, I’ve got an air mattress under my bed, but we can also just share the bed. Might be a bit cozy though”, he says while pointing at the bed that is only a meter wide.

“I think we’ll manage”, Elisa agrees. “Do you mind if I have a quick shower while you cook? And a film tonight sounds great.” James points her in the direction of the bathroom and starts cooking while he hears the shower running.

A few minutes later, the pasta is almost done, Elisa emerges from the bathroom, her red haired bob still wet. Now wearing a loose-fitting shirt paired with some shorts, she grabs the two plates that James has already prepared and takes them into his room.

They sit on his bed, settling for an old rom-com to watch. It’s already tight while sitting on the bed, eating and watching the film but doesn’t feel uncomfortable. James feels Elisa shift around, feeling her thighs at his knees but she doesn’t seem to mind. Halfway through the film, Elisa starts yawning and lays down on her back. The journey was quite tiring, apparently.

“It’s quite comfortable”, she says. “And tonight, I’ll probably sleep everywhere, I’m really exhausted.” The film is over; Hugh Grant and Julia Robers live happily ever after with a kid already on its way.

“Should we go to sleep now?” James asks and Elisa nods. They have to go brush their teeth and when they return, James slips out of his clothes and puts on a large shirt. Elisa, as well, changes into her night shirt, removes her shorts and cuddles up into the bed. It is immediately clear that the bed is, in fact, a bit small for two people.

“I think we’ll need to spoon”, Elisa notices. “Otherwise, one of us will fall out of bed during the night.” James turns on his side and immediately feels the warm body of Elisa pressed up against his. It’s cozy and comfortable, and he is close enough to smell the fragrance of her shampoo from earlier. His right arm is a bit uncomfortable.

“Do you mind if I put my arm around?”, he asks. “It’s a bit awkward like this”. Feeling Elisa nodding, he moves his arm around and in front of her.

“That’s actually really nice”, she says quietly while taking his arm and wraps it even closer around her body. “It’s been a while since I’ve been this cosy.” James can feel his arm now resting right above Elisa’s boobs but she doesn’t seem to mind it.

He hasn’t really thought about Elisa that way before, but now, lying curled up with her in bed, with his arm brushing on her breast, his mind starts wandering. She looks good, he realises now. Not just good, great actually, sexy, with a kind face. Curvy and natural, James knows she doesn’t shave her legs or her armpits.

He probably shouldn’t have thought about that because now he wonders whether her pussy is hairy as well. Most likely, but you never know. Maybe she prefers it smooth when someone licks her clit, when she touches herself. With every breath of Elisa, he feels a tickling sensation is his arm.

Simultaneously, blood is entering his cock, refusing to leave again. To make things worse, Elisa has shimmied closer to him, she’ll definitely notice his cock getting hard any time now. Still, James can’t control his body. His cock is now hard enough to push up against the fabric of his boxer shorts, brushing against Elisa’s thighs.

“Are you getting hard?”, Elisa suddenly asks. James swallows.

“Sorry”, he replies, “I think it’s better when I’m sleeping on the air mattress for the rest of the night”.

“That’s not what I meant”, Elisa chuckles. “Stay, it’s too cozy and warm for you to leave now”. James feels her backside move closer and closer into his lap, brushing up and down his cock, making it harder and harder. His arm also seems to gain a separate consciousness, now not only brushing Elisa’s breasts by accident but purposefully drift around them, even moving his palm softly over.

James feels Elisa smile; her hand is now slowly paving its way towards his body as well. Passing his hips, her target is clear.

Slowly, she reaches into James’ shorts, grabbing his hard cock softly. A little moan escapes his mouth, making Elisa giggle. With Elisa’s hand slowly touching his cock, James is moving his hand under her shirt in return. Her breasts feel big and heavy in his palm. He grabs one of them softly, caressing it, feeling the warmth of her body.

“That feels great”, Elisa mumbles into the pillow. James frees his second arm and moves Elisa’s hair out of the way, starting to kiss her nape and neck. In the meantime, Elisa’s second arm has already found its purpose. The fingers of her left arm are already busy, moving around slowly in her panties, all while still using her right hand to move up and down James’ cock.

Still spooning, both are just enjoying the moment for a while. Slowly exploring different parts of their body, massaging her breasts and tummy, grabbing his cock, moving her hand down to his balls.

“Do you have some lube?”, Elisa finally breaks the silence.

“It’s in the top drawer of the night stand”, James replies. Staying in the same position, Elisa opens the drawer, gets out the bottle of lube and applies some on her hand, grabbing his cock again but this time pushing his shorts down a bit to move freely. Suddenly now so much smoother and faster, James starts moving his hips in the same rhythm.

“Oh my god”, he murmurs, “don’t make me cum to soon.”

“Don’t tempt me”, Elisa replies with a smile. Her shirt has been pushed up above her breasts in the meantime, completely exposing her breasts. With his right hand, James reaches down to his cock, getting some of the lubes onto his fingertips, probably mixed with his precum.

Slowly, he massages it into her lower breast, drawing circles around her nipple. Finally, he moves his hand down, brushing softly against her belly but this time moving further down.

She is, in fact, not shaved around her pussy, he knows now. Her hand has already done a good job, he can feel. She is completely wet; some spots are already forming on her panties. James uses his index finger, slowly trailing along her labia.

Because of the new sensation of a different pair of fingers, Elisa’s whole body reacts, causing her to shift and moan simultaneously.

“Can I remove your shirt?”, James asks. As the big spoon, he’s in a better position to undress them both. Elisa nods and shifts around to make it easier. James removes his shirt as well, now only the two thin layers of their panties and shorts are separating them. The sudden perception of more and more skin-on-skin flashes through their bodies, creating an eerily shared feeling between them both. With his hand still in her panties, James’ fingers now enter her vagina, moving in and out. She likes it, he can feel it in the way she tightly grabs his cock in response. In addition, her left hand has also returned between her legs, rubbing her clit.

“Oh god, I’m so close”, she moans into the pillow. James continues, apparently his fingers have found a good spot and are a good team with Elisa’s. Her orgasm is building up; he can feel it in her whole body. Her hips are moving, her hand around his cock is slowing down.

Instead, her hand rubbing her clit is moving faster and faster, daring James’ finger to increase their tempo as well. She climaxes audibly, her vagina clenching around James’ fingers. Panting, she lays on her side, James’ finger still slowly and carefully tracing around her vulva.

“That felt amazing”, she breathes out. “It was about time to have such an orgasm again, it’s been way too long”. Her hand which has left James’ cock during her climax returns, now hungrier than before. James feels that Elisa will end it soon this time.

Tight and fast, she wants to make him experience something similar. While getting stroked, his tip brushes at Elisa’s ass, leaving traces of precum and lube all over it. He can feel his orgasm coming, now it is his body’s turn to clench, to finally release all the pressure.

Cum shoots out of his cock, mainly covering Elisa’s ass and her panties. James feels dizzy, has to take a few deep breaths. When he can think straight again, Elisa’s hand is still slowly caressing his cock. She really did finish him completely, the last drops of cum are already massaged into his cock.

“I didn’t expect this to happen tonight”, he remarks surprised.

“Me neither”, Elisa agrees. “But it felt like both of us needed this. Now I need some sleep though, this was too much after travelling all day.” She presses her back against his belly, her ass against his lap, thus spreading his cum between both their skin; then she grabs his hand and pulls it around her again, closing her eyes, starting to drift away to sleep.

James was sitting at the train station, waiting for Elisa to arrive. During his bachelor programme, they had been studying together, even lived in the same dorm just a few floors apart. After he moved away to pursue his master’s degree – to a mid-sized town surrounded by gorgeous mountains – they had stayed in touch loosely, going to a few concerts in other cities. But Elisa hadn’t visited him here before, he was looking forward to it. It was always easy-going and relaxed, they’d probably watch a film on the evening, maybe go on a hike the next day. Finally, the train arrived with squeaking breaks. The station started buzzing in traffic, people crowding around the train doors while people still exiting it.

James turned his head and finally spotted Elisa’s red hair in the sea of travellers. He moved in her direction and waved until she saw him as well. Smiling brightly and wrapped into an oversized corduroy jacket, she emerged from the mass of people and hugged James.

“What a journey, the view during the ride is insane with all the mountains around”, she began. “It’s lovely to see you, I’m so glad I’m able to visit you at last.”

“It’s great to see you too”, James smiles. “Should we go into town and stroll around a bit? Or do you need something to eat first? It’s gotten quite late already but I thought about cooking later when we are at my place”. Elisa nods, grabbing her duffel bag that she dropped to hug James.

“I’ll just grab something from the bakery here at the station, then I’m full enough to admire the view and have a proper dinner later”, she says. They leave the train station with a sandwich for Elisa, roaming around the city centre, around the river, admiring the mountains that are visible from every corner of the town. Eventually, the sun starts to set, and Elisa and James decide that they’d better go home to get something to eat.

While taking the tram home, they talk about this and that: lectures and seminars of the master’s programme, what’s going on in the lives of people they still know from Uni before, about the new work of Elisa; just stuff old friends talk about.

It had already gotten dark when they arrive home, both really hungry at this point. James shows her around the flat: there’s the kitchen, there’s the rooms of his flatmates and finally, there is his room. Small but cozy, pictures hanging from the walls, wooden, lived in vintage furniture mixed together and a Cello sitting in a corner.

“I’m just going to make some pasta really quick”, James proposes, “we’re both too hungry to wait for something fancy now. But do you want to watch a film while eating? And by the way, I’ve got an air mattress under my bed, but we can also just share the bed. Might be a bit cozy though”, he says while pointing at the bed that is only a meter wide.

“I think we’ll manage”, Elisa agrees. “Do you mind if I have a quick shower while you cook? And a film tonight sounds great.” James points her in the direction of the bathroom and starts cooking while he hears the shower running.

A few minutes later, the pasta is almost done, Elisa emerges from the bathroom, her red haired bob still wet. Now wearing a loose-fitting shirt paired with some shorts, she grabs the two plates that James has already prepared and takes them into his room.

They sit on his bed, settling for an old rom-com to watch. It’s already tight while sitting on the bed, eating and watching the film but doesn’t feel uncomfortable. James feels Elisa shift around, feeling her thighs at his knees but she doesn’t seem to mind. Halfway through the film, Elisa starts yawning and lays down on her back. The journey was quite tiring, apparently.

“It’s quite comfortable”, she says. “And tonight, I’ll probably sleep everywhere, I’m really exhausted.” The film is over; Hugh Grant and Julia Robers live happily ever after with a kid already on its way.

“Should we go to sleep now?” James asks and Elisa nods. They have to go brush their teeth and when they return, James slips out of his clothes and puts on a large shirt. Elisa, as well, changes into her night shirt, removes her shorts and cuddles up into the bed. It is immediately clear that the bed is, in fact, a bit small for two people.

“I think we’ll need to spoon”, Elisa notices. “Otherwise, one of us will fall out of bed during the night.” James turns on his side and immediately feels the warm body of Elisa pressed up against his. It’s cozy and comfortable, and he is close enough to smell the fragrance of her shampoo from earlier. His right arm is a bit uncomfortable.

“Do you mind if I put my arm around?”, he asks. “It’s a bit awkward like this”. Feeling Elisa nodding, he moves his arm around and in front of her.

“That’s actually really nice”, she says quietly while taking his arm and wraps it even closer around her body. “It’s been a while since I’ve been this cosy.” James can feel his arm now resting right above Elisa’s boobs but she doesn’t seem to mind it.

He hasn’t really thought about Elisa that way before, but now, lying curled up with her in bed, with his arm brushing on her breast, his mind starts wandering. She looks good, he realises now. Not just good, great actually, sexy, with a kind face. Curvy and natural, James knows she doesn’t shave her legs or her armpits.

He probably shouldn’t have thought about that because now he wonders whether her pussy is hairy as well. Most likely, but you never know. Maybe she prefers it smooth when someone licks her clit, when she touches herself. With every breath of Elisa, he feels a tickling sensation is his arm.

Simultaneously, blood is entering his cock, refusing to leave again. To make things worse, Elisa has shimmied closer to him, she’ll definitely notice his cock getting hard any time now. Still, James can’t control his body. His cock is now hard enough to push up against the fabric of his boxer shorts, brushing against Elisa’s thighs.

“Are you getting hard?”, Elisa suddenly asks. James swallows.

“Sorry”, he replies, “I think it’s better when I’m sleeping on the air mattress for the rest of the night”.

“That’s not what I meant”, Elisa chuckles. “Stay, it’s too cozy and warm for you to leave now”. James feels her backside move closer and closer into his lap, brushing up and down his cock, making it harder and harder. His arm also seems to gain a separate consciousness, now not only brushing Elisa’s breasts by accident but purposefully drift around them, even moving his palm softly over.

James feels Elisa smile; her hand is now slowly paving its way towards his body as well. Passing his hips, her target is clear.

Slowly, she reaches into James’ shorts, grabbing his hard cock softly. A little moan escapes his mouth, making Elisa giggle. With Elisa’s hand slowly touching his cock, James is moving his hand under her shirt in return. Her breasts feel big and heavy in his palm. He grabs one of them softly, caressing it, feeling the warmth of her body.

“That feels great”, Elisa mumbles into the pillow. James frees his second arm and moves Elisa’s hair out of the way, starting to kiss her nape and neck. In the meantime, Elisa’s second arm has already found its purpose. The fingers of her left arm are already busy, moving around slowly in her panties, all while still using her right hand to move up and down James’ cock.

Still spooning, both are just enjoying the moment for a while. Slowly exploring different parts of their body, massaging her breasts and tummy, grabbing his cock, moving her hand down to his balls.

“Do you have some lube?”, Elisa finally breaks the silence.

“It’s in the top drawer of the night stand”, James replies. Staying in the same position, Elisa opens the drawer, gets out the bottle of lube and applies some on her hand, grabbing his cock again but this time pushing his shorts down a bit to move freely. Suddenly now so much smoother and faster, James starts moving his hips in the same rhythm.

“Oh my god”, he murmurs, “don’t make me cum to soon.”

“Don’t tempt me”, Elisa replies with a smile. Her shirt has been pushed up above her breasts in the meantime, completely exposing her breasts. With his right hand, James reaches down to his cock, getting some of the lubes onto his fingertips, probably mixed with his precum.

Slowly, he massages it into her lower breast, drawing circles around her nipple. Finally, he moves his hand down, brushing softly against her belly but this time moving further down.

She is, in fact, not shaved around her pussy, he knows now. Her hand has already done a good job, he can feel. She is completely wet; some spots are already forming on her panties. James uses his index finger, slowly trailing along her labia.

Because of the new sensation of a different pair of fingers, Elisa’s whole body reacts, causing her to shift and moan simultaneously.

“Can I remove your shirt?”, James asks. As the big spoon, he’s in a better position to undress them both. Elisa nods and shifts around to make it easier. James removes his shirt as well, now only the two thin layers of their panties and shorts are separating them. The sudden perception of more and more skin-on-skin flashes through their bodies, creating an eerily shared feeling between them both. With his hand still in her panties, James’ fingers now enter her vagina, moving in and out. She likes it, he can feel it in the way she tightly grabs his cock in response. In addition, her left hand has also returned between her legs, rubbing her clit.

“Oh god, I’m so close”, she moans into the pillow. James continues, apparently his fingers have found a good spot and are a good team with Elisa’s. Her orgasm is building up; he can feel it in her whole body. Her hips are moving, her hand around his cock is slowing down.

Instead, her hand rubbing her clit is moving faster and faster, daring James’ finger to increase their tempo as well. She climaxes audibly, her vagina clenching around James’ fingers. Panting, she lays on her side, James’ finger still slowly and carefully tracing around her vulva.

“That felt amazing”, she breathes out. “It was about time to have such an orgasm again, it’s been way too long”. Her hand which has left James’ cock during her climax returns, now hungrier than before. James feels that Elisa will end it soon this time.

Tight and fast, she wants to make him experience something similar. While getting stroked, his tip brushes at Elisa’s ass, leaving traces of precum and lube all over it. He can feel his orgasm coming, now it is his body’s turn to clench, to finally release all the pressure.

Cum shoots out of his cock, mainly covering Elisa’s ass and her panties. James feels dizzy, has to take a few deep breaths. When he can think straight again, Elisa’s hand is still slowly caressing his cock. She really did finish him completely, the last drops of cum are already massaged into his cock.

“I didn’t expect this to happen tonight”, he remarks surprised.

“Me neither”, Elisa agrees. “But it felt like both of us needed this. Now I need some sleep though, this was too much after travelling all day.” She presses her back against his belly, her ass against his lap, thus spreading his cum between both their skin; then she grabs his hand and pulls it around her again, closing her eyes, starting to drift away to sleep.

James was sitting at the train station, waiting for Elisa to arrive. During his bachelor programme, they had been studying together, even lived in the same dorm just a few floors apart. After he moved away to pursue his master’s degree – to a mid-sized town surrounded by gorgeous mountains – they had stayed in touch loosely, going to a few concerts in other cities. But Elisa hadn’t visited him here before, he was looking forward to it. It was always easy-going and relaxed, they’d probably watch a film on the evening, maybe go on a hike the next day. Finally, the train arrived with squeaking breaks. The station started buzzing in traffic, people crowding around the train doors while people still exiting it.

James turned his head and finally spotted Elisa’s red hair in the sea of travellers. He moved in her direction and waved until she saw him as well. Smiling brightly and wrapped into an oversized corduroy jacket, she emerged from the mass of people and hugged James.

“What a journey, the view during the ride is insane with all the mountains around”, she began. “It’s lovely to see you, I’m so glad I’m able to visit you at last.”

“It’s great to see you too”, James smiles. “Should we go into town and stroll around a bit? Or do you need something to eat first? It’s gotten quite late already but I thought about cooking later when we are at my place”. Elisa nods, grabbing her duffel bag that she dropped to hug James.

“I’ll just grab something from the bakery here at the station, then I’m full enough to admire the view and have a proper dinner later”, she says. They leave the train station with a sandwich for Elisa, roaming around the city centre, around the river, admiring the mountains that are visible from every corner of the town. Eventually, the sun starts to set, and Elisa and James decide that they’d better go home to get something to eat.

While taking the tram home, they talk about this and that: lectures and seminars of the master’s programme, what’s going on in the lives of people they still know from Uni before, about the new work of Elisa; just stuff old friends talk about.

It had already gotten dark when they arrive home, both really hungry at this point. James shows her around the flat: there’s the kitchen, there’s the rooms of his flatmates and finally, there is his room. Small but cozy, pictures hanging from the walls, wooden, lived in vintage furniture mixed together and a Cello sitting in a corner.

“I’m just going to make some pasta really quick”, James proposes, “we’re both too hungry to wait for something fancy now. But do you want to watch a film while eating? And by the way, I’ve got an air mattress under my bed, but we can also just share the bed. Might be a bit cozy though”, he says while pointing at the bed that is only a meter wide.

“I think we’ll manage”, Elisa agrees. “Do you mind if I have a quick shower while you cook? And a film tonight sounds great.” James points her in the direction of the bathroom and starts cooking while he hears the shower running.

A few minutes later, the pasta is almost done, Elisa emerges from the bathroom, her red haired bob still wet. Now wearing a loose-fitting shirt paired with some shorts, she grabs the two plates that James has already prepared and takes them into his room.

They sit on his bed, settling for an old rom-com to watch. It’s already tight while sitting on the bed, eating and watching the film but doesn’t feel uncomfortable. James feels Elisa shift around, feeling her thighs at his knees but she doesn’t seem to mind. Halfway through the film, Elisa starts yawning and lays down on her back. The journey was quite tiring, apparently.

“It’s quite comfortable”, she says. “And tonight, I’ll probably sleep everywhere, I’m really exhausted.” The film is over; Hugh Grant and Julia Robers live happily ever after with a kid already on its way.

“Should we go to sleep now?” James asks and Elisa nods. They have to go brush their teeth and when they return, James slips out of his clothes and puts on a large shirt. Elisa, as well, changes into her night shirt, removes her shorts and cuddles up into the bed. It is immediately clear that the bed is, in fact, a bit small for two people.

“I think we’ll need to spoon”, Elisa notices. “Otherwise, one of us will fall out of bed during the night.” James turns on his side and immediately feels the warm body of Elisa pressed up against his. It’s cozy and comfortable, and he is close enough to smell the fragrance of her shampoo from earlier. His right arm is a bit uncomfortable.

“Do you mind if I put my arm around?”, he asks. “It’s a bit awkward like this”. Feeling Elisa nodding, he moves his arm around and in front of her.

“That’s actually really nice”, she says quietly while taking his arm and wraps it even closer around her body. “It’s been a while since I’ve been this cosy.” James can feel his arm now resting right above Elisa’s boobs but she doesn’t seem to mind it.

He hasn’t really thought about Elisa that way before, but now, lying curled up with her in bed, with his arm brushing on her breast, his mind starts wandering. She looks good, he realises now. Not just good, great actually, sexy, with a kind face. Curvy and natural, James knows she doesn’t shave her legs or her armpits.

He probably shouldn’t have thought about that because now he wonders whether her pussy is hairy as well. Most likely, but you never know. Maybe she prefers it smooth when someone licks her clit, when she touches herself. With every breath of Elisa, he feels a tickling sensation is his arm.

Simultaneously, blood is entering his cock, refusing to leave again. To make things worse, Elisa has shimmied closer to him, she’ll definitely notice his cock getting hard any time now. Still, James can’t control his body. His cock is now hard enough to push up against the fabric of his boxer shorts, brushing against Elisa’s thighs.

“Are you getting hard?”, Elisa suddenly asks. James swallows.

“Sorry”, he replies, “I think it’s better when I’m sleeping on the air mattress for the rest of the night”.

“That’s not what I meant”, Elisa chuckles. “Stay, it’s too cozy and warm for you to leave now”. James feels her backside move closer and closer into his lap, brushing up and down his cock, making it harder and harder. His arm also seems to gain a separate consciousness, now not only brushing Elisa’s breasts by accident but purposefully drift around them, even moving his palm softly over.

James feels Elisa smile; her hand is now slowly paving its way towards his body as well. Passing his hips, her target is clear.

Slowly, she reaches into James’ shorts, grabbing his hard cock softly. A little moan escapes his mouth, making Elisa giggle. With Elisa’s hand slowly touching his cock, James is moving his hand under her shirt in return. Her breasts feel big and heavy in his palm. He grabs one of them softly, caressing it, feeling the warmth of her body.

“That feels great”, Elisa mumbles into the pillow. James frees his second arm and moves Elisa’s hair out of the way, starting to kiss her nape and neck. In the meantime, Elisa’s second arm has already found its purpose. The fingers of her left arm are already busy, moving around slowly in her panties, all while still using her right hand to move up and down James’ cock.

Still spooning, both are just enjoying the moment for a while. Slowly exploring different parts of their body, massaging her breasts and tummy, grabbing his cock, moving her hand down to his balls.

“Do you have some lube?”, Elisa finally breaks the silence.

“It’s in the top drawer of the night stand”, James replies. Staying in the same position, Elisa opens the drawer, gets out the bottle of lube and applies some on her hand, grabbing his cock again but this time pushing his shorts down a bit to move freely. Suddenly now so much smoother and faster, James starts moving his hips in the same rhythm.

“Oh my god”, he murmurs, “don’t make me cum to soon.”

“Don’t tempt me”, Elisa replies with a smile. Her shirt has been pushed up above her breasts in the meantime, completely exposing her breasts. With his right hand, James reaches down to his cock, getting some of the lubes onto his fingertips, probably mixed with his precum.

Slowly, he massages it into her lower breast, drawing circles around her nipple. Finally, he moves his hand down, brushing softly against her belly but this time moving further down.

She is, in fact, not shaved around her pussy, he knows now. Her hand has already done a good job, he can feel. She is completely wet; some spots are already forming on her panties. James uses his index finger, slowly trailing along her labia.

Because of the new sensation of a different pair of fingers, Elisa’s whole body reacts, causing her to shift and moan simultaneously.

“Can I remove your shirt?”, James asks. As the big spoon, he’s in a better position to undress them both. Elisa nods and shifts around to make it easier. James removes his shirt as well, now only the two thin layers of their panties and shorts are separating them. The sudden perception of more and more skin-on-skin flashes through their bodies, creating an eerily shared feeling between them both. With his hand still in her panties, James’ fingers now enter her vagina, moving in and out. She likes it, he can feel it in the way she tightly grabs his cock in response. In addition, her left hand has also returned between her legs, rubbing her clit.

“Oh god, I’m so close”, she moans into the pillow. James continues, apparently his fingers have found a good spot and are a good team with Elisa’s. Her orgasm is building up; he can feel it in her whole body. Her hips are moving, her hand around his cock is slowing down.

Instead, her hand rubbing her clit is moving faster and faster, daring James’ finger to increase their tempo as well. She climaxes audibly, her vagina clenching around James’ fingers. Panting, she lays on her side, James’ finger still slowly and carefully tracing around her vulva.

“That felt amazing”, she breathes out. “It was about time to have such an orgasm again, it’s been way too long”. Her hand which has left James’ cock during her climax returns, now hungrier than before. James feels that Elisa will end it soon this time.

Tight and fast, she wants to make him experience something similar. While getting stroked, his tip brushes at Elisa’s ass, leaving traces of precum and lube all over it. He can feel his orgasm coming, now it is his body’s turn to clench, to finally release all the pressure.

Cum shoots out of his cock, mainly covering Elisa’s ass and her panties. James feels dizzy, has to take a few deep breaths. When he can think straight again, Elisa’s hand is still slowly caressing his cock. She really did finish him completely, the last drops of cum are already massaged into his cock.

“I didn’t expect this to happen tonight”, he remarks surprised.

“Me neither”, Elisa agrees. “But it felt like both of us needed this. Now I need some sleep though, this was too much after travelling all day.” She presses her back against his belly, her ass against his lap, thus spreading his cum between both their skin; then she grabs his hand and pulls it around her again, closing her eyes, starting to drift away to sleep.

“What are you doing, you need to pay more attention and speed up a bit”, Michael yells from behind the worktop. Marc sights, it’s his last shift working at a restaurant’s kitchen before returning back to Uni for the next semester. At least his boss, chef and owner of the place, is not yelling at him but the waitresses – he always does this when he’s stressed. And right now, he is seriously stressed. Complicated guests and complicated orders all evening today, luckily it is all over soon. Sophie turns up, the boss’s wife and responsible for everything in the front of the restaurant.

“Just calm down, everyone is doing what they can”, she defends the service staff, but she’s only getting angry comments as a response. Eventually, she just rolls her eyes and takes the plates out to the guests. As she leaves, Marc can’t help but stare at her until she’s out of the kitchen. Sophie is already in her mid-forties, two kids and married to a jerk but still looking great. Tall and skinny, and today wearing a tight shirt and loose-fitting trousers, emphasizing her slender body but still showing her curves.

“I need a beer now”, Michael orders. It was the last table to serve, it’s finally over now. Or rather, it just started. Cleaning the kitchen is mostly Marc’s part, the boss only does a basic sweep of the stove. The rest has to be done by Marc. It’s alright though, Michal has already handed him a speaker and will disappear soon upstairs with his beer. He might be a jerk, but at least he’s into music as well. Marc connects his phone, puts on some music and starts cleaning. It’s almost peaceful now, just him and the new Courtney Barnett record and the kitchen will be spotless soon. He’s already halfway done when Sophie pops into the kitchen, her blonde hair now in a ponytail:

“The guests are gone now, and I’ve also sent Mary home already.” Mary was the waitress today. “You can clean the coffee machine now and finish everything, I’ll just tidy up behind the bar if you need me. And just take something to eat when you’re done!” Marc nods already taking care of his last chores. Once he’s finished, takes some spare food, leaves the kitchen and says to Sophie:

“I think I’m done now or is there anything else you want me to do?”

“No that’s fine, I won’t make you stay longer on your last day”, Sophie replies. “Just sit down and enjoy your meal. It’s a shame you’re already leaving, you know how short-staffed we are right now.” Marc puts his plate onto the nearest table and starts eating while Sophie is sorting bottles behind the counter. They start talking, mainly about Uni and how the evening went. Every now and then Sophie has to lean forward to reach some bottles, exposing her cleavage and showing the outline of her white bra under her red blouse because the two top buttons are unfastened. Each time, Marc takes a short glance at it, wondering how they might look without blouse and bra. Finally, Sophie is done behind the counter and sits down to the table as well.

“He was quite a big jerk today, my husband”, she starts after sitting down. Marc nods.

“And he shouldn’t take out all his anger on you and the other waitresses”, he agrees. “Michael always thinks that his job is the only stressful one around here but dealing with the guests can’t be easy all the time”. Sophie runs her hands through her hair, rearranging her ponytail.

“Thanks for saying this, that means a lot to me. It was a really difficult day today. But a few things have made it more tolerable.” She moves closer to Marc and puts her hand on his thigh.

“I saw you staring at my boobs before, did you like what you saw?” Marc blushes.

“I thought you didn’t notice”, he stutters.

“Of course I did. Why else did you think my blouse was half unbuttoned in the first place”, Sophie smiles and moving her hand up and down Marc’s thigh. “I wanted to give you a proper look today for your last day. But I didn’t think I’d go this far until Michael was so rude to me”. Marc feels his cock harden, creating a stiff outline on his trousers.

“Well thank heaven for that”, he replies. “He should have been this rude more often then”. After his initial shock, he gets more confident and grabs one of Sophie’s breasts. She lets out a small moan and moves her hand slowly over to Marc’s cock in response, just trailing the outline of it with her fingertips. While kissing his neck, Marc is already moving his hand under the soft fabric of the blouse.

“You can also just remove my blouse”, she whispers into his ear. Obliging eagerly, Marc unbuttons her blouse and strips it off her shoulders, revealing her bra entirely.

“And what about your bra?”, Marc asks.

“Not so fast”, Sophie chuckles, “It’s my turn first”. Still kissing his neck, she now slips her hand beneath Marc’s trousers and into his underpants, grabbing his hard cock and moving her hand down his shaft to the balls. Marc groans but Sophie muffles the sound with her hand.

“We need to be careful; Michael and the kids are just upstairs”.

“Maybe we should go to the back room”, Marc replies. “It’s probably more private there”. Both get up and Marc follows Sophie into the room behind the counter. After closing the door, he kisses her wildly and presses her against the wall. Sophie leans into it, grabbing his back and moving her hands up and down from shoulder to butt, removing Marc’s shirt in the process. Meanwhile, her bra is also thrown to the floor, exposing her small but firm breasts. When Marc grabs and starts squeezing them, it is now Sophie moaning loudly. And as Marc moves one hand down to unzip her trousers, her moans get even lounder. His hand feels a tidy, well-kept bush first, then he notices how wet Sophie’s pussy is. His fingers are searching for her clit, eventually finding it and moving softly around it in circles. Sophie’s trousers have slid down to her ankles, she’s now completely naked except of her panties.

“I need your fingers inside me”, she moans just as Marc is slipping his index finger into her vagina. Followed by his middle finger, he starts sliding them in and out while still massaging her clit with his thumb. Sophie’s body is trembling, he can feel as he kisses her neck. She is clenching his upper body, pressing her mouth against Marc’s shoulder to reduce the moaning.

“Please, you make me cum soon”, she breathes out as Marc is continuing to fuck her with his fingers. He smiles, using his second hand to pinch one of her nipples and pulls it slightly. This new sensation was enough for her to send her over the edge, her body contracts and twitches while she moans directly into Marc’s chest. Marc removes his wet fingers from her pussy, the elastic waistband of her panties slapping back into place.

“I really needed that today”, Sophie sights and moves her hands across Marc’s upper body. “I didn’t realise how much though. But now it’s your turn. I need to be quick though; I should be upstairs already.” Her hands are moving down, grabbing Marc’s waistband and pushing it down. His cock springs out, finally free and completely erect with precum already forming at the tip. Sophie kneels down, licking the precum off of his cock. When she grabs his shaft, Marc lets out a small moan that gets longer and deeper as she also puts her lips around his cock. Sophie starts moving her lips up and down, playing with his balls with her free hands. The way Marc groans make it very clear that he won’t last long. His fingers clench around the wooden panelling of the wall.

“Oh god, I’m so close”, he manages to say while trying to keep his moans as silent as possible. Sophie grins, with his cock in her mouth and starts moving her head even faster up and down. Even though he tries, his moans are getting louder and louder and finally, he can’t hold it anymore. Sophie continues to suck his dick until it’s completely empty, swallowing every drop of his load. She gets up, kisses him again. Marc can taste his cum in her mouth, grabbing her butt, squeezing it hard until red fingerprints start to emerge. Sophie is the first to stop, starting to collect her clothes from the ground.

“I need to go upstairs now. But I hope you’re back on your next semester break?”

“What are you doing, you need to pay more attention and speed up a bit”, Michael yells from behind the worktop. Marc sights, it’s his last shift working at a restaurant’s kitchen before returning back to Uni for the next semester. At least his boss, chef and owner of the place, is not yelling at him but the waitresses – he always does this when he’s stressed. And right now, he is seriously stressed. Complicated guests and complicated orders all evening today, luckily it is all over soon. Sophie turns up, the boss’s wife and responsible for everything in the front of the restaurant.

“Just calm down, everyone is doing what they can”, she defends the service staff, but she’s only getting angry comments as a response. Eventually, she just rolls her eyes and takes the plates out to the guests. As she leaves, Marc can’t help but stare at her until she’s out of the kitchen. Sophie is already in her mid-forties, two kids and married to a jerk but still looking great. Tall and skinny, and today wearing a tight shirt and loose-fitting trousers, emphasizing her slender body but still showing her curves.

“I need a beer now”, Michael orders. It was the last table to serve, it’s finally over now. Or rather, it just started. Cleaning the kitchen is mostly Marc’s part, the boss only does a basic sweep of the stove. The rest has to be done by Marc. It’s alright though, Michal has already handed him a speaker and will disappear soon upstairs with his beer. He might be a jerk, but at least he’s into music as well. Marc connects his phone, puts on some music and starts cleaning. It’s almost peaceful now, just him and the new Courtney Barnett record and the kitchen will be spotless soon. He’s already halfway done when Sophie pops into the kitchen, her blonde hair now in a ponytail:

“The guests are gone now, and I’ve also sent Mary home already.” Mary was the waitress today. “You can clean the coffee machine now and finish everything, I’ll just tidy up behind the bar if you need me. And just take something to eat when you’re done!” Marc nods already taking care of his last chores. Once he’s finished, takes some spare food, leaves the kitchen and says to Sophie:

“I think I’m done now or is there anything else you want me to do?”

“No that’s fine, I won’t make you stay longer on your last day”, Sophie replies. “Just sit down and enjoy your meal. It’s a shame you’re already leaving, you know how short-staffed we are right now.” Marc puts his plate onto the nearest table and starts eating while Sophie is sorting bottles behind the counter. They start talking, mainly about Uni and how the evening went. Every now and then Sophie has to lean forward to reach some bottles, exposing her cleavage and showing the outline of her white bra under her red blouse because the two top buttons are unfastened. Each time, Marc takes a short glance at it, wondering how they might look without blouse and bra. Finally, Sophie is done behind the counter and sits down to the table as well.

“He was quite a big jerk today, my husband”, she starts after sitting down. Marc nods.

“And he shouldn’t take out all his anger on you and the other waitresses”, he agrees. “Michael always thinks that his job is the only stressful one around here but dealing with the guests can’t be easy all the time”. Sophie runs her hands through her hair, rearranging her ponytail.

“Thanks for saying this, that means a lot to me. It was a really difficult day today. But a few things have made it more tolerable.” She moves closer to Marc and puts her hand on his thigh.

“I saw you staring at my boobs before, did you like what you saw?” Marc blushes.

“I thought you didn’t notice”, he stutters.

“Of course I did. Why else did you think my blouse was half unbuttoned in the first place”, Sophie smiles and moving her hand up and down Marc’s thigh. “I wanted to give you a proper look today for your last day. But I didn’t think I’d go this far until Michael was so rude to me”. Marc feels his cock harden, creating a stiff outline on his trousers.

“Well thank heaven for that”, he replies. “He should have been this rude more often then”. After his initial shock, he gets more confident and grabs one of Sophie’s breasts. She lets out a small moan and moves her hand slowly over to Marc’s cock in response, just trailing the outline of it with her fingertips. While kissing his neck, Marc is already moving his hand under the soft fabric of the blouse.

“You can also just remove my blouse”, she whispers into his ear. Obliging eagerly, Marc unbuttons her blouse and strips it off her shoulders, revealing her bra entirely.

“And what about your bra?”, Marc asks.

“Not so fast”, Sophie chuckles, “It’s my turn first”. Still kissing his neck, she now slips her hand beneath Marc’s trousers and into his underpants, grabbing his hard cock and moving her hand down his shaft to the balls. Marc groans but Sophie muffles the sound with her hand.

“We need to be careful; Michael and the kids are just upstairs”.

“Maybe we should go to the back room”, Marc replies. “It’s probably more private there”. Both get up and Marc follows Sophie into the room behind the counter. After closing the door, he kisses her wildly and presses her against the wall. Sophie leans into it, grabbing his back and moving her hands up and down from shoulder to butt, removing Marc’s shirt in the process. Meanwhile, her bra is also thrown to the floor, exposing her small but firm breasts. When Marc grabs and starts squeezing them, it is now Sophie moaning loudly. And as Marc moves one hand down to unzip her trousers, her moans get even lounder. His hand feels a tidy, well-kept bush first, then he notices how wet Sophie’s pussy is. His fingers are searching for her clit, eventually finding it and moving softly around it in circles. Sophie’s trousers have slid down to her ankles, she’s now completely naked except of her panties.

“I need your fingers inside me”, she moans just as Marc is slipping his index finger into her vagina. Followed by his middle finger, he starts sliding them in and out while still massaging her clit with his thumb. Sophie’s body is trembling, he can feel as he kisses her neck. She is clenching his upper body, pressing her mouth against Marc’s shoulder to reduce the moaning.

“Please, you make me cum soon”, she breathes out as Marc is continuing to fuck her with his fingers. He smiles, using his second hand to pinch one of her nipples and pulls it slightly. This new sensation was enough for her to send her over the edge, her body contracts and twitches while she moans directly into Marc’s chest. Marc removes his wet fingers from her pussy, the elastic waistband of her panties slapping back into place.

“I really needed that today”, Sophie sights and moves her hands across Marc’s upper body. “I didn’t realise how much though. But now it’s your turn. I need to be quick though; I should be upstairs already.” Her hands are moving down, grabbing Marc’s waistband and pushing it down. His cock springs out, finally free and completely erect with precum already forming at the tip. Sophie kneels down, licking the precum off of his cock. When she grabs his shaft, Marc lets out a small moan that gets longer and deeper as she also puts her lips around his cock. Sophie starts moving her lips up and down, playing with his balls with her free hands. The way Marc groans make it very clear that he won’t last long. His fingers clench around the wooden panelling of the wall.

“Oh god, I’m so close”, he manages to say while trying to keep his moans as silent as possible. Sophie grins, with his cock in her mouth and starts moving her head even faster up and down. Even though he tries, his moans are getting louder and louder and finally, he can’t hold it anymore. Sophie continues to suck his dick until it’s completely empty, swallowing every drop of his load. She gets up, kisses him again. Marc can taste his cum in her mouth, grabbing her butt, squeezing it hard until red fingerprints start to emerge. Sophie is the first to stop, starting to collect her clothes from the ground.

“I need to go upstairs now. But I hope you’re back on your next semester break?”

“What are you doing, you need to pay more attention and speed up a bit”, Michael yells from behind the worktop. Marc sights, it’s his last shift working at a restaurant’s kitchen before returning back to Uni for the next semester. At least his boss, chef and owner of the place, is not yelling at him but the waitresses – he always does this when he’s stressed. And right now, he is seriously stressed. Complicated guests and complicated orders all evening today, luckily it is all over soon. Sophie turns up, the boss’s wife and responsible for everything in the front of the restaurant.

“Just calm down, everyone is doing what they can”, she defends the service staff, but she’s only getting angry comments as a response. Eventually, she just rolls her eyes and takes the plates out to the guests. As she leaves, Marc can’t help but stare at her until she’s out of the kitchen. Sophie is already in her mid-forties, two kids and married to a jerk but still looking great. Tall and skinny, and today wearing a tight shirt and loose-fitting trousers, emphasizing her slender body but still showing her curves.

“I need a beer now”, Michael orders. It was the last table to serve, it’s finally over now. Or rather, it just started. Cleaning the kitchen is mostly Marc’s part, the boss only does a basic sweep of the stove. The rest has to be done by Marc. It’s alright though, Michal has already handed him a speaker and will disappear soon upstairs with his beer. He might be a jerk, but at least he’s into music as well. Marc connects his phone, puts on some music and starts cleaning. It’s almost peaceful now, just him and the new Courtney Barnett record and the kitchen will be spotless soon. He’s already halfway done when Sophie pops into the kitchen, her blonde hair now in a ponytail:

“The guests are gone now, and I’ve also sent Mary home already.” Mary was the waitress today. “You can clean the coffee machine now and finish everything, I’ll just tidy up behind the bar if you need me. And just take something to eat when you’re done!” Marc nods already taking care of his last chores. Once he’s finished, takes some spare food, leaves the kitchen and says to Sophie:

“I think I’m done now or is there anything else you want me to do?”

“No that’s fine, I won’t make you stay longer on your last day”, Sophie replies. “Just sit down and enjoy your meal. It’s a shame you’re already leaving, you know how short-staffed we are right now.” Marc puts his plate onto the nearest table and starts eating while Sophie is sorting bottles behind the counter. They start talking, mainly about Uni and how the evening went. Every now and then Sophie has to lean forward to reach some bottles, exposing her cleavage and showing the outline of her white bra under her red blouse because the two top buttons are unfastened. Each time, Marc takes a short glance at it, wondering how they might look without blouse and bra. Finally, Sophie is done behind the counter and sits down to the table as well.

“He was quite a big jerk today, my husband”, she starts after sitting down. Marc nods.

“And he shouldn’t take out all his anger on you and the other waitresses”, he agrees. “Michael always thinks that his job is the only stressful one around here but dealing with the guests can’t be easy all the time”. Sophie runs her hands through her hair, rearranging her ponytail.

“Thanks for saying this, that means a lot to me. It was a really difficult day today. But a few things have made it more tolerable.” She moves closer to Marc and puts her hand on his thigh.

“I saw you staring at my boobs before, did you like what you saw?” Marc blushes.

“I thought you didn’t notice”, he stutters.

“Of course I did. Why else did you think my blouse was half unbuttoned in the first place”, Sophie smiles and moving her hand up and down Marc’s thigh. “I wanted to give you a proper look today for your last day. But I didn’t think I’d go this far until Michael was so rude to me”. Marc feels his cock harden, creating a stiff outline on his trousers.

“Well thank heaven for that”, he replies. “He should have been this rude more often then”. After his initial shock, he gets more confident and grabs one of Sophie’s breasts. She lets out a small moan and moves her hand slowly over to Marc’s cock in response, just trailing the outline of it with her fingertips. While kissing his neck, Marc is already moving his hand under the soft fabric of the blouse.

“You can also just remove my blouse”, she whispers into his ear. Obliging eagerly, Marc unbuttons her blouse and strips it off her shoulders, revealing her bra entirely.

“And what about your bra?”, Marc asks.

“Not so fast”, Sophie chuckles, “It’s my turn first”. Still kissing his neck, she now slips her hand beneath Marc’s trousers and into his underpants, grabbing his hard cock and moving her hand down his shaft to the balls. Marc groans but Sophie muffles the sound with her hand.

“We need to be careful; Michael and the kids are just upstairs”.

“Maybe we should go to the back room”, Marc replies. “It’s probably more private there”. Both get up and Marc follows Sophie into the room behind the counter. After closing the door, he kisses her wildly and presses her against the wall. Sophie leans into it, grabbing his back and moving her hands up and down from shoulder to butt, removing Marc’s shirt in the process. Meanwhile, her bra is also thrown to the floor, exposing her small but firm breasts. When Marc grabs and starts squeezing them, it is now Sophie moaning loudly. And as Marc moves one hand down to unzip her trousers, her moans get even lounder. His hand feels a tidy, well-kept bush first, then he notices how wet Sophie’s pussy is. His fingers are searching for her clit, eventually finding it and moving softly around it in circles. Sophie’s trousers have slid down to her ankles, she’s now completely naked except of her panties.

“I need your fingers inside me”, she moans just as Marc is slipping his index finger into her vagina. Followed by his middle finger, he starts sliding them in and out while still massaging her clit with his thumb. Sophie’s body is trembling, he can feel as he kisses her neck. She is clenching his upper body, pressing her mouth against Marc’s shoulder to reduce the moaning.

“Please, you make me cum soon”, she breathes out as Marc is continuing to fuck her with his fingers. He smiles, using his second hand to pinch one of her nipples and pulls it slightly. This new sensation was enough for her to send her over the edge, her body contracts and twitches while she moans directly into Marc’s chest. Marc removes his wet fingers from her pussy, the elastic waistband of her panties slapping back into place.

“I really needed that today”, Sophie sights and moves her hands across Marc’s upper body. “I didn’t realise how much though. But now it’s your turn. I need to be quick though; I should be upstairs already.” Her hands are moving down, grabbing Marc’s waistband and pushing it down. His cock springs out, finally free and completely erect with precum already forming at the tip. Sophie kneels down, licking the precum off of his cock. When she grabs his shaft, Marc lets out a small moan that gets longer and deeper as she also puts her lips around his cock. Sophie starts moving her lips up and down, playing with his balls with her free hands. The way Marc groans make it very clear that he won’t last long. His fingers clench around the wooden panelling of the wall.

“Oh god, I’m so close”, he manages to say while trying to keep his moans as silent as possible. Sophie grins, with his cock in her mouth and starts moving her head even faster up and down. Even though he tries, his moans are getting louder and louder and finally, he can’t hold it anymore. Sophie continues to suck his dick until it’s completely empty, swallowing every drop of his load. She gets up, kisses him again. Marc can taste his cum in her mouth, grabbing her butt, squeezing it hard until red fingerprints start to emerge. Sophie is the first to stop, starting to collect her clothes from the ground.

“I need to go upstairs now. But I hope you’re back on your next semester break?”