She glances over at the pool table and then she smiles and shakes her head.
“The rest of the tour sounds good. I can do without the humiliation of being thrashed at pool,” she says.
I lead the way back upstairs.
“Yeah people say I’m pretty good with my balls,” I say, looking back over my shoulder and winking at Natalie.
“Oh I bet you are,” she grins back.
I reach the top of the stairs and take her into the lounge. It’s a reasonable sized room, with brown leather sofas, an entertainment system, a coffee table, and little else.
“Wow you like the whole minimalist thing don’t you?” Natalie remarks.
“What more would I need in here?” I ask, genuinely curious as to what she thinks is missing.
“I don’t know. The little things that make a house a home,” she says. She smiles. “This is such a bachelor pad. You need a woman’s touch.”
“The only place I need a woman’s touch is …” I trail off, nodding towards my crotch.
Natalie laughs and shakes her head, but she moves closer to me. I can smell the bourbon fumes on her breath when she whispers into my ear.
“That can definitely be arranged.”
“You know what?” I say. “Let’s finish the tour right here. The kitchen is a kitchen. Normal. Boring. My office is a no go area. So we may as well just head upstairs right now.”
I don’t wait for her to respond. I turn and walk from the lounge, heading for the stairs. I know she’s following me, eager to get to the good bit herself now. I reach the top of the stairs and lead her along another hallway.
“Bathroom. Linen closet,” I say pointing out doors as we pass them. “Spare bedroom. Another spare bedroom.”
“You know if you get bored of the corporate world, you would make an excellent tour guide,” she laughs.
“I aim to please,” I reply.
I reach the end of the hallway and stop outside of the final door. I throw it open with a flourish.
“And the only room you really wanted to see. My bedroom.”
Natalie gives me another one of those lust filled grins that makes my cock twitch, and steps into the bedroom. She looks around for a moment and then nods her approval. Obviously the addition of a wardrobe and a chest of drawers makes this room more suitably furnished to Natalie’s tastes. She misses the point in my opinion. It’s all still practical stuff. There is nothing in this room that distinguishes it from a soulless hotel room.
“Are you going to stand in the doorway all night then or are you coming in?” Natalie asks.
She downs the last of her bourbon and puts the glass down on the chest of drawers. I step into the room and kick the door closed behind me. The moonlight streaming in the window gives us enough light to see by and I don’t bother switching the light on. I down the rest of my own bourbon and stand my glass beside Natalie’s.
I go to her and pull her into my arms. My lips find hers and it’s like my kiss breathes life into her. She wraps her arms around me, her hands running up and down my back. Her mouth is hungry for me, her tongue probing into my mouth as her hands make their way beneath my shirt.
I run my hands down Natalie’s body, feeling the curve of her hips. I move one hand between us and rub my fingers over her mound. She’s wearing loose fitting trousers, but she still moans at my touch. She presses herself tighter against my hand, moving her hips slightly.
She pulls her mouth from mine and kisses down my face, over my jaw and down my neck. Her kisses bring goose bumps to the surface of my skin. She steps back from me and begins to unbutton my shirt. She pulls it down my arms and lets it drop to the floor and then she looks me up and down. She nods approvingly when she sees my abs and I bite my lip to stop myself from smirking.
She runs her nails lightly over my chest and I increase the pressure on her mound. I lean in and kiss her again, walking her backwards towards my bed. When her legs hit the mattress, she breaks our kiss long enough to kick her heels off, hop up onto the bed and scoot backwards. I join her eagerly, wanting to get her out of those clothes, to taste her pussy.
Our lips lock again as I reach down and begin to open her trousers. I have barely gotten the button open when my cell phone rings loudly in my pocket, making us both jump.
“Ignore it,” Natalie breathes.
Like I was going to do anything else. She finishes opening her trousers and pushes them down, kicking them away. Her legs have a light tan, and they’re every bit as long as I imagined them to be. I trail my fingers up one of her inner thighs. I run my fingers over her panties, feeling the clinging dampness of them. Oh she wants me alright. I push her panties to one side and slip my fingers inside of her lips. My cock hardens as I feel how wet she is. How ready for me.
Natalie gasps as my fingers find her clit. I begin to work her, listening to her gasps as I bring her close to the edge. My cell phone rings again.
“Goddammit,” I shout, pulling my hand away from Natalie and slamming my fist down on the mattress between us in frustration.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, ready to cut the call off and turn the damned thing off. It’s Matt, my older brother. It has to be important for him to be calling at this hour. He’s not going to quit calling until I answer, and if I ignore him, he’ll start on the landline.
“Fuck,” I say quietly.
Natalie grabs my hand and tries to
