It was the evening before I was to have 40 million dollars transferred in to my account. I was pretty excited; this meant I could now afford to have a kick-ass mansion built on my island. I would then retire to my island, until I grew bored of it. I reckon it was gonna take about six months from designing, to building my mansion. I would of course be designing each room myself, with the help of an architect.
There was a knock on the door.
"God damn it who the hell is that now?"
I was hoping to get an early night. Well, it was 20:00 now so whoever it was would be gone way before 00:00. I opened the door to find Anya standing there wearing some tight jeans, and an equally tight t-shirt. She was wearing that magnificent smile, and hugged me as soon as she saw me. I hugged her hard, as I didn't want this to end but she finally pushed back. I had not seen Anya since two days ago when we had dinner after lunch. After she had hugged me, she stepped passed me in to my home. I stared at her ass, and stopped. I have to go to the bank to get 40 million dollars tomorrow morning at 08:00!
"Uhhh Anya? Are you planning to stay the night?"
Jesus I was about as subtle as a Doberman.
"Of course silly! But don't worry; we're not fucking. I know you have to get up early tomorrow. I was hoping we could just… You know… Hang out."
"Oh right. Ok. Sure. But I do have to go to bed early. It is a school night," I laughed.
Anya smiled, and sat down on the larger of my couches. I sat next to her, and was lost for words.
"So errrr… What did you want to do? Have you eaten? Would you like a drink?"
She smiled; I think she was probably holding back a laugh.
"I haven't decided yet. Yes. And a glass of red wine; any will do. Do you have any single malt whiskey?"
Jesus. My girl was asking for single malt whiskey! I had no idea if I had any or not. I doubted it. I'm not a whiskey drinker. I'm not a drinker to be honest.
"Errrr I'll check about the whiskey. Stay there and I'll bring the drinks up. Actually do you wanna come with me down in to the cellar? If there are any single malt's in the house they'll be down there."
"Sure; I can check out your wine too."
We went down in to the wine cellar and Anya spent about five whole minutes checking each wine, and all the two bottles of single malt whiskey I had. After she had picked, we went back up stairs, and I poured myself in a cider.
We sat back down on the couch, and I was again lost for words. As I was putting on some music (I love Enya), Anya started the conversation about who had brought all the wines down in my cellar; as I obviously knew nothing of wines. I told her that Helen had helped me choose this house, and she was also very much in to wines. From there we talked about everything from fashion, to the mansion I was going to design. At this point it was near to 23:00 and Anya and I were lying in each others arms in my bed. Anya started to kiss me, as she could probably not think of what else to talk about. I reached up for her boob and groped her, and tweaked her nipple. I then started to rub her crotch through her jeans, and she started to moan in my mouth. I slipped a hand under her t-shirt, and started to grope her breasts under through her bra. I was in heaven, until Anya broke the kiss, and said that we should get to sleep now, as we had an early start in the morning. She undressed in front of me, but left her sexy dark green bra and matching panties on. I on the other hand sleep naked, and so we again drifted off to sleep in each others arms.
We were abruptly awoken by my alarm clock, which I threw at the wall. It exploded in a fury of metal cogs, glass and plastic. I started to go back to sleep, until Anya told me to get up. It was ironic that she was telling me to get up as she was the one on top of me. I had a dilemma on my hands; currently I was in heaven with Anya lying in my arms in a nice warm bed. But on the other hand: if I got up I would be rewarded with 40 million dollars. Before I could decide, Anya threw the covers off me; liberating all heat from the bed, and exposing me to the chilly air. Anya was in and out of the bathroom before I had even got up from bed. It was 06:00 so I had an hour to get ready; plenty of time. I used my access time to tease and annoy Anya; she is the most sexiest thing when she gets angry. I told her so and she grinned, but still looked angry.
As we were going to the bank to meet my clients, Anya just couldn't help getting me back by rubbing my crotch, and kissing my neck. I was rock hard by the time we had parked in the underground car park of the bank. I was reluctant to go out; because it would look as though I had a SPAS12 shotgun in my pants. Anya laughed at me as I painfully got up, and then added to my torture by bending down to adjust her shoe: she wasn't wearing any underwear. I caught up with her couldn't stop feeling her bare ass under her tight, short business skirt. We went in to the lift, and Anya pressed the control as my hands (And tongue) were busy. I hear 9 beeps till the lift stopped; I was surprised to see that we had gotten to the right level on time; as usually all the major transactions were done on level 16. Anya broke our kiss, but the doors weren't open. The lights flickered, and then the control display said: