[MF] School Lunch Break

Later in our relationship, Hailey and I were able to move out of our parent’s houses and into our own little apartment. It was an exciting time of our lives: two teenagers finally able to strike out on their own. It was all made possible by Hailey and I both working while going to full time school. Needless to say, we were both incredibly busy, and some of our hopes of getting to spend extra time together by living together were dashed. In fact, it was many days where we only saw each other for an early breakfast and then later, at 10:00 or 11:00 after we both got back home for the day. It was difficult to find time for much of anything together.

Today was a special day, though; I was on fall break. To celebrate my freedom, I made Hailey and I breakfast while she got ready in the bedroom. I loved watching her get ready for the day. To see all the little steps that she goes through, her little routines, watching her try on the different outfits she was considering, her choice of underwear. All of these were little private moments that I got a glimpse into by living with her now.

As I mashed up the bananas and protein powder for our protein pancakes (yes, we were fitness nuts), I positioned myself at the counter to be able to keep an eye on Hailey as she got dressed. She came out of the bathroom, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her short sleep dress floating around her waist. I watched as she surveyed the big pile of clothes in the bedroom, looking for something specific. She wasn’t finding it on top, so she had to dive in. She bent down, digging through the clothes. Her dress rode up slightly as she squatted down, perfectly showing off the bottom of her perfectly full butt. I found myself transfixed, getting just the slightest look at her thong under her cheeks before she stood up. She held up a pair of grey underwear triumphantly as if it were a trophy to commemorate her conquer of the laundry pile.

I turned back to breakfast, trying, unsuccessfully, to suppress the erection growing in my sweats. Even the littlest things about her turned me on, so I found myself in this position more often than not now that we lived together. I tucked it under the band and adjusted them so that they sat lower on my hips, showing off the ‘V-lines’ that Hailey liked so much. I was sure she would rather have breakfast served by a shirtless guy with abs than somebody pitching a tent in their sweat pants pulled up to their waist.

The first pancake sizzled enticingly on the griddle as I turned my eyes up towards the bedroom again. Standing there in just her underwear, it seems she had just finished putting on her grey bralette. Her tits just filled up the cups of the soft bra, pressing perfectly against the fabric. She turned to pick up her jeans off of the floor, and her eyes caught mine, which were clearly staring her down. She laughed teasingly and shook her thong-covered butt at me playfully before jumping into her jeans, her round ass miraculously squeezing into them. She threw on an oversized sweater that hung off one of her shoulders, her bra strap a tantalizing reminder of what hid underneath the fabric.

I got to enjoy a few more of those little insights into her morning process: watching her do her hair, putting on lipstick, and perfecting her look in the mirror. When she finally joined me for breakfast, we were quite the contrast. Me in my sweats, no shirt, my hair a mess, barefoot and holding a spatula. She was dolled up, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulder, her perfectly done matte lipstick, skinny jeans, and her sweater just sitting off her shoulder to the appropriate level. I had always had mixed feelings about how beautiful she looked at work, especially considering she just worked with a few other guys, but she was dating me, so it was a point of pride in a way too. Plus, it wasn’t my place to tell her what she should look like at work!

When it was time for her to go, I sent her on her way with a quick kiss and pat on the butt: our usual routine. As soon as the door closed behind her, I cleaned up breakfast, cleaned up the house, finally tackled the laundry pile, and headed out to the gym.

At the gym, my phone buzzed. It was a picture of her, with her perfectly pink lips in a dramatic pout and a text along with it: “I don’t want to be here! I want to be there and play with you!”.

“Here?” I responded. Sending a picture of myself on the bench at the gym. “I don’t think you want to play at the gym.”

“Ok, maybe not at the gym. Maybe in bed ;)”

Clearly she was just teasing. She was at work until five and then school late into the night.

“Ok, you head home then, and we can play all you want.”

No response. She probably got called over by her boss to actually work on something instead of sending pictures to her boyfriend.

I headed home from the gym and jumped in the shower to rinse off. In the steam filled bathroom, I started thinking about that morning and how sexy she looked in her underwear, her cute little ass shake. It didn’t take long for me to begin thinking about her pouting lips wrapped around my cock. Personal time like this was rare, so I decided to take advantage of it. I got out of the shower and toweled off, still hard from thinking about Hailey. Laying back in bed, I began stroking myself thinking about helping her out of her sweater, feeling her soft tits in my palms as she grinded against me. I wanted to feel her cheeks in my hand as she rode me, to drive her hips down into mine. My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar click. Hailey was home. Fuck.

I jumped up, searching for where I had thrown the towel. I just finished wrapping myself when she appeared in the doorway.

“Hey, Hailey, just got out of the shower! What are you doing home?” I felt my face flushing.

No response. She just eyed me, a mischievous smile breaking over her lips. She took a step closer and reached up for a hug. I took the cue.

I pulled her into me, wrapping my arms tightly around her, I reached up and tilted her face up towards mine, planting my lips on hers. Her skin was cold from her walk in the outdoors; a stark contrast to the warmth of our apartment after my shower. My hands moved down her back, down to the hem of her sweater. I gripped her ass tightly as my lips found my way down her neck, over her exposed shoulder. She stretched in delight as kissed my way back up her neck.

A tug of my towel quickly exposed me, and she reached between us to wrap her hand around my already hard cock. Her touch was ice.

“Whoa whoa whoa, babe” I backed out of my kiss. “We need to get you some gloves.”

I took her hands in mine, warming them with my breath. “And we need to get you out of those clothes”

The sweater was too easy. With one hand, I grabbed the collar and slipped it over her head, showing off her little lace covered chest. Giggling, she ran over to the bed and fell backwards onto it, bouncing once or twice before stretching out amongst the blankets, her tight stomach being pulled even more taught as she arched her back, showing just a glimpse of her underwear over her jeans.

In her playful seductive way, she overacted the part of taking off her jeans. Her hands sliding over her stomach to her button, slowly unclasping it as she stared me in the eyes. She couldn’t play the part of seductress long, and she broke into laughter as she failed to find her zipper while attempting to give me the sex eyes.

“I need help!” she giggled. Get these things off of me.

She didn’t need to ask me twice. I grabbed her pants by the ankles and she lifted her butt while I pulled to reveal her in her little grey thong that I saw this morning, but this time with a bit extra: the heather cotton fabric was dark grey between her thighs. Her wetness was soaking her cotton underwear. Clearly this encounter was premeditated.

“You’ve been excited, babe?” I questioned, eying the wetness between her legs.

A look of surprise crossed her face, and she reached down to cover it up. She stuttered through some explanation, but I couldn’t really listen as I was transfixed by her underwear coming off, revealing her shaven mound and beautiful wet pussy. I could smell her scent as she tossed her underwear across the room. She spread her legs for me, her slit opening like a flower. Warm and inviting. I fell to the bed, my head between her thighs. I kissed each of her inner thighs, moving ever closer to the warmth emanating from her, attempting to test her patience. She brought her hips up, bringing her mound to my mouth. She was never much for teasing. I placed my lips over her clit, sucking gently. A slight quiver passed over her body, and she let out a sigh of relief.

Her pussy was hot in my mouth, and I could feel her pulse with excitement as my tongue began massaging each side of her pussy, dancing lightly over her most sensitive areas. Her entrance was warm and inviting, encouraging my fingers into her. She began grinding her hips, pressing her clit against my tongue, rubbing it over my lips. My fingers followed her movement, massaging her inner walls with each rotation. My other hand helped her along, gripping her hips and ass as she gyrated.

Her movements became more urgent, her nipples hardening through her bra as she pressed her clit into my tongue more firmly. I felt the familiar change in her insides as she neared orgasm. I felt it coming as her back arched and she let out a sound between a moan and a sigh. Her pussy began to spasm. Her hands were in my hair, pressing me between her clenched thighs. She was grinding hard as she held my head in place, and I could feel her release. My fingers continued working her pussy as she clenched around them, each contraction weaker than the last. After her orgasm subsided, I moved up to kiss her. Her face was flushed, and she was smiling. I pressed my lips into hers, my cock finding its way to her entrance, almost of its own accord.

“Nope, no. Me on top.” She whispered breathily.

I rolled on my back, happy to oblige. She climbed on top of me, kneeling over my erect cock, her swollen pussy hovering just over it. She used one hand to guide it into her, lowering herself onto it in one go, letting out another sigh of relief as she did. Obviously she had needed this. I felt her softness wrap around me, wet and tight. She clenched involuntarily as she adjusted herself into position, and begin riding me. My hands were all over her. I cupped her tits through the soft fabric of her bra, feeling her nipples harden to my touch. I gripped her tight waist, guiding her up and down my shaft. I ran my hands over her hips and thighs, feeling them ripple as she pressed into me. I laid back feeling her envelop me with her pussy, listening to the rhythmic sounds of our bodies falling in time with each thrust. Her ass felt soft and supple in my hands as I drove her down onto me. She began to moan, turning her head down and closing her eyes as she focused on the sensations.

Soon, her hands were on my chest, and she was slowing down. I know she likes it hard and fast, so I helped her out. I placed my hand behind her head and guided her down so that she was laying on me, then I began to thrust upwards. She was kissing my neck and my ears as I thrust up into her, holding her hips in place. I could feel her press into me each time my hips met hers. She was moaning softly into my ear as I fucked her hard. I could feel my orgasm building with each stroke, her moans encouraging me to release myself inside her.

Her sounds in my ear, and her ass in my hand pushed me over the edge. I buried myself as deep as I could and came inside her. She pressed her hips into me, as if to take me deeper as I pumped into her.

We laid there like that for a minute or two, my cock deep inside of her as we kissed. I ran my hands over her back, her butt, her thighs, and she squirmed with excitement. It was past her lunchtime though, and she was late getting back, so she got up quickly, some of my cum running out of her as she did so. We wiped her up, and she threw on her clothes to head back to work, leaving me naked and exhausted in bed.

> As always, I would love feedback on my writing style, and I am happy to answer questions about the story in the comments below.

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