Warning: Long and lustrious. Jump to “I turn her over”
“I’ll leave a crack on my door,” I snapped, as I ready two coffee mugs for cheap wine. It’s kind of our thing to say. It’s a bottle of Apothic Silk, a blend of red wine: cheap but still good. This usually sets the mood, but tonight , we weren’t going to have a single drop. Tired, lush, ready. Me and her have always been a big reputation.
It wasn’t our last night, but it was definitely getting close. Germany has its moments, but working with her has made this trip even more memorable.
I set up the TV and preload a magical movie for after. Yes , I think post sex is just as important as the pre game. I load up some random tv show from Netflix, then the handle slowly starts turning. Anxious, excited, smiling.
There, she gracefully and quietly opens the door, in her black workout short shorts and a t shirt, tie die. Her hair’s tied back, blonde and dirty, wearing flip flops and wearing that smirk I’ve grown familiar with for the past month. She’s about 5’7” , tight body, thick legs, firm rack and an ass you can grab all day: ces’t parfait.