A few days later

A few days later, I start to plan how I'm going to pack when I go home. I decided to make tea so I have an excuse to watch TV so I can drink it while it's still warm. Making my way into the kitchen, I see Oliver sitting at the table tapping away at his computer. Our eyes meet and hold for a few second before I remember I should smile so he's aware I'm not angry at him. He gives me a big smile back. What a gorgeous one it is. I turn away bashfully towards the sink and start to fill the kettle. As I pull the kettle out of the sink, some of the water slops out and drench my sweat pants. Fuck. Hmm...he did say I was beautiful, did he not?

"Fuck." I exclaim audibly. I skillfully pull down my sweatpants. Gripping the back of the waist band with my thumbs, I slide it over my ass, let the pants fall to my ankles, and step out of them. I through them over the back of the chair in front of Oliver. Pretending like I completely don't care who's looking and like I don't even notice him looking, I flip my twists out of my face and turn around to walk back to the sink. Placing the kettle onto its stand, I reach back and snap the base right opening of my boxer briefs into place so he can hear how tight they are. Damn, I better look hot right now.

Reaching up to grab my thermos out of the cupboard, I feel a warm breath on my neck. A tough hand with a soft touch grazes it's away across my hip trailing an arm behind it, wrapping its way around the base of my stomach. It pulls me into the body behind me, a familiar form finding its place into the cradle of my ass again. The other arm takes its place atop its opposite, and a chin rests on my left shoulder. We take a deep inhale together and stand there for a few moments. I'm thankful I took a shower this morning. I turn my head so my lips protrude towards his ear.

"You're beautiful here, too." Did that work? Or am I saying corny things again? I see a smile grace his sleeps and am sure I said the right thing. Horny and eager to get warmed in this cold ass kitchen, I rotate my ass around his dick encouraging him to work with me. He exhales his hot breath onto the back of my neck pushed into me, his cock settling between my cheeks. Sliding up and down I can imagine his cock is a nice length and thickness.

Boldly, I loosen his grip on my waist, and slide the waistband of my boxers so they rest just under the bottom of my ass. As my hand moves back up, I place my palm of his cock and gently rub its form over his shorts. It's already really hard, confirmed by his increased breathing and low moan in response. Bending notably over the sink, I stick my ass out against his cock and pull his shorts so he falls into me. I moan hoping he gets my message.