I had dinner ready and waiting for Annie when she came home from work that night.
Following our little lunch-time quickie, we had sent a few messages throughout the day. The first few were rather lascivious; descriptions of feeling my cum leaking from inside her as she walked back to work and telling me how horny she still was for me. Later on, they became more "coupley", checking in on each other, wondering what the other was doing. Finally, around 5:30 she sent one letting me know she was on her way home: "Can't wait to come home to you my love!"
That last one, made me feel both very excited, and at the same time, very disoriented. It was strange to think that I had only just landed here three days ago. And now, I was standing in Annie's kitchen, making her dinner, as I waited for her to come home from work.
It was all a bit surreal -- in the best possible way.
I knew her office was nearby, and I calculated about 10 minutes door to door. I lit a few candles, plated the pasta and chicken with a cream sauce I had made from scratch, and set the table. I was pouring glasses of white wine, just as I heard Annie opening the door.
From the kitchen, I could hear her gasp, "Oh my God... it smells so good in here! I could smell it down the hall!" Her keys jingled as they landed on the table near the entryway, before she appeared in the living room. Annie dropped her bag on the floor as she moved towards me. Her hands gripped my face as she looked intently into my eyes. I tried to smile, but with her firm grip on my cheeks, I could only scrunch my eyes.
"No one has made me dinner since I moved here," she said, planting little kisses on my lips as she brought my face down to hers. Her eyes started to water a little bit.
"Really? No one?" I asked in disbelief through squished lips.
"I mean, my mom... when she came to visit me. But no boy ever made me dinner!" She smiled as a little tear began to form in the corner of her eye. I reached up with my free hand and wiped it away, and then brought my other hand up to offer her a glass of wine.
"Well this boy loves to cook... and," I added, "he loves you." I kissed her nose, and ushered her towards the table with a pat and a squeeze of her butt "Come on, before it gets cold!"
I grabbed the bowl of salad and my own glass, and brought them both to the little kitchen table. It was just big enough for four people to sit comfortably on either side. I set the bowl and glass on the table and sat next to Annie, turning my body to her. "So," I began adding salad to her plate, "tell me about your day."
Annie told me about a big account she was assigned to, and how much she loved her boss, and her coworkers, and her clients. I told her about the projects I was working on, and how much I missed being in an office. "Still," I said, "working remotely had its definite perks!" As I said this, I put my hand on her leg and ran it up to her hip, squeezing and then leaned forward to kiss her deeply.
"Let's clean up and get you out of these work clothes," I said smiling, "and cuddle up on the couch."
"That, sounds so amazingly good," Annie replied.
After we cleared the table, I finished cleaning up the plates, while Annie went to change. I grabbed the remote and plopped down on the corner of the couch.
"I'll be right there!" Annie mewed from the bedroom. A few minutes later, she came out wearing a short pair of soft cotton shorts that hugged each ass cheek, and a sheer white tank top. After the sex fueled weekend and our quickie that afternoon, we both felt satisfied just cuddling and holding each other close. Annie curled up onto my chest as I stroked her hair and rubbed her thigh. Although I was hard -- how could I not be with this beauty by my side -- at some point, we both fell asleep. I woke up around 10pm with re-runs of The Office playing, and eventually made our way to bed.
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The rest of the week went by quickly, and before we knew it, it was Friday night. It had been a full week at this point, but it felt like we had been together for much longer. We fell into a comfortable, but not mundane, routine. We both worked during the day; I'd see her off to the office each morning, and have dinner ready for us when she came home. We watched TV, went for evening walks around the neighborhood, and ran errands. We had one more lunch-time quickie on Tuesday, but Annie's work project had gotten more intense as the week went on, so she worked through lunch on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.
When Annie came home Friday evening, I could tell something was off. She dropped her keys and came straight in for a hug. I wrapped her in my arms and rubbed her back as she sighed deeply into my chest.
"Everything okay," I asked quietly?
She took a breathe. Exhaled, then looked up at me. Her eyes softened. "Better now," she said.
I smiled, kissed her forehead, and pulled her in for a big hug, stroking her hair lovingly. "Dinner's almost ready," I said, "and then do you want to grab a drink somewhere?"
"That sounds perfect."
We ate dinner as Annie shared details about the big project she was working on, an important event she was organizing for a client. Annie was stressed over some details with a vendor, and was worried the client would be upset. I tried to offer some advice, but I quickly realized that in that moment, she wasn't looking for a solution -- just a comforting voice of reassurance. So I listened intently, and gave her whatever emotional support I could.
