*****
Author's note to readers: Please be advised this is one chapter of a much longer story. The character development takes time, so this may be confusing if read 'stand alone'. I highly recommend you start at the beginning of this series, or even better, the original series.
The original starts with the 'Workplace Romance' series and leads into the 'Workplace Romance - Chicago' series.
Hope this is helpful to you. Please enjoy reading them!
*****
My eyes fluttered in the bright morning light streaking in through the windows of our top floor room in the JW in downtown Chicago. I squinted to keep them closed, not ready to wake up yet. I felt warmth next to me, Michele was still asleep in the crook of my arm, head on my chest, her arm and leg draped over me. We'd fallen asleep in this exact position in the early morning hours, both of us so exhausted we hadn't moved.
A long, hot shower together had preceded our passing out. That much was needed after our night out. My plans to help Michele live out a couple of her fantasies had played out even better than I had anticipated. The sex had been epic, but we'd also connected on that deep, soulful level again. I don't think we'd gone the rest of the night without touching each other, never wanting to be out of reach. It felt so good to feel this close to someone again. We'd shared a lot, and had some incredible sex, but the intimacy between us ran much deeper.
It was hard to believe we'd spent a total of less than 10 days together, ever. A week, just two months ago, and another this week. It felt crazy to bond like this with someone in such a short time, but we'd had a lot of quality time together. In addition to just talking to each other, there was the incredible physical attraction, which in a number of ways, sped up the intensity of our relationship. It certainly didn't hurt that we kind of operated in a 'fantasy land' of sorts when together. The pressures and responsibilities of mundane daily life never infiltrated our work-vacation lifestyle. That helped keep things pure as well.
Suddenly, her fingernails scraped my belly and she nuzzled her cheek into my chest harder. I thought she'd woken up, but her slow, deliberate breathing hadn't changed. It wasn't until that moment I realized I was fully aroused and pulsating. My brain was slowly clearing and focusing on it's more pressing needs. That morning hard-on could be demanding in the early hours. But I really wanted Michele to wake on her own. Last night was incredible, both emotionally and physically exhausting, especially for her. With today being our last day together for a what might be a long time, I wanted it to be about her. Besides, I knew as soon as she woke up, she wouldn't let me down in that department either. We were always attentive to each other's needs.
The drive back to the hotel had been quick. After letting everyone off the boat in front of us, partially because we didn't want the ambiance to end. But there was also a twinge of embarrassment of having to face the people we'd shared very intimate, arguably carnal desires with, would be difficult. Seeing them sober, no longer drunk on the dopamine coursing through our veins, it might have been uncomfortable. We held hands as we had walked from the boat to the Porsche, and she'd held and stroked my arm as we drove. I remembered how cool the air felt as we drove through the city under the glowing night sky, always partially illuminated above the bright city.
We'd arrived back too late for any hotel bars to still be open, so we'd headed to our adjoining rooms and showered. I let Michele rest and washed every inch of her body in the warm running water. Even with the towel wipe down on the boat after all the sex, her breasts and belly had remained cum-crusted from our sexual gluttony. I took my time, carefully soaping every inch of her, and gently caressing her tender skin in the water. Michele didn't even open her eyes during the entire experience, just focused on the sensations of my slippery hands on her flesh, and the warm water pouring over both of us.
Finger nails scraped lower down my belly. Slowly, as if driven by an absent-minded lover toying with my skin. But Michele still slept soundly, her breath still deep against my chest. The tips of her fingers found my pulsating erection. They scraped down my throbbing shaft, the tight skin making her incidental touch incredibly erotic. I held my breath for a moment as I focused on her tender touch. Her finger tips just grazed up and down the stiff mast. I let my breath out slowly and quietly trying not to disturb her sleep, or her unconscious attention.
A soft moan escaped her lips, her body stirred, nuzzling in closer, as she did, her hand wrapped around my shaft at the base. Her teasing suddenly felt more desperate as she grasped me. My hand was on her hip, still not wanting to wake her quickly, just holding her close. I couldn't see it happen, with her head and hair all over my chest, but I was sure a glob of precum escaped the tip. Her breathing changed a bit from its labored state as the soft skin of her heavy breasts pressed against my rib cage. She fell motionless again, just breathing against me.
For a long time we laid together like that. My own desperation was getting the best of me, I could have waited for more stimulation before, but now with her hand wrapped around my pulsating erection, it was too much. I tightened the muscles in my pelvic floor, forcing my hard-on to thicken in her hand and pulse in her delicate grasp. She moaned unconsciously.
I smirked, that seemed to work, subtle, but got a reaction. Again, muscles flexed, and a moan, this one more urgent, followed with a squeeze from her hand. One more time, one hard flex, followed my her moan, and now her hand slowly stroked my shaft up to the top and back down. I could feel the precum leave the tip and drip onto my belly this time.
I felt her eye lashes flutter against my chest, she moaned again and stroked me with a corresponding squeeze. I moaned in return. My God, even the simplest of attention from Michele felt amazing this morning. Everything was so sensitive.
She stretched her entire body against mine, letting out a quiet roar against my chest as she did.
"Good morning!" She said sweetly.
"Good morning beautiful." I responded quietly.
"Looks like I found your present for me." She giggled.
"Mmmhmmm." Was all I could respond as she stroked and twisted the skin of my shaft in her tiny hand.
"Did I sleep like this all night?" She asked.
"No, you just found your toy a while ago." I joked back.
"Such a big toy!" I felt her smile against my chest. "Looks like I didn't wear it out last night.....maybe I should try again this morning?"
