Work before (more) play

“As much as I’m getting turned on watching my man do dishes, I have some work I need to do for a presentation tomorrow,” Molly responds as she stands up to go get dressed. “I was hoping we could just chill in the living room with my laptop while you watched sports or something.”

While Paul would love to continue playing, he admires her determination to get things done and likes the idea of relaxing with his girl.

However, he interrupts her direction to the bedroom, “where are you going? Your laptop is in the den isn’t it?” he takes a few steps to be between her and the hall to the bedrooms blocking her exit.

“Well, ya, I was just going to toss on some clothes and get to work, but maybe....” she says with a wicked grin tracing her fingers up his shirt.

Smiling in response, he grabs her hand and uses it to quickly turn her around before pinning it behind her and pushes her to take a step towards the den instead. “As much as I would love to continue, you should get to work,” he admonishes, “but, maybe later.”

Gasping at the surprise move & loving the direction it indicated, her smile wipes away when she realizes he’s not asking her to play and dread comes over her as she sees daylight streaming into the living room from the distant wall. “Um, Sir, I really shh … should ppput somethi on.”

Sensing her geniune dread, he looks forward perplexed by her response until he finally realizes what she’s staring at. “Oh, well, we can fix that.”

Letting go of his girl, she begins to shrink up and pull in on herself as she stands still and leaves her in the kitchen.

In the living room, Paul proceeds to close the offending blinds and pull in the black out curtains to block the view from the outside room; her fear of public exposure is one of the few hangups she has but considering the trauma it links back to & her eagerness elsewhere, its one he’s been willing to assuage when needed.

Returning back to the kitchen, he reaches out his hand to her, and she gently places hers in his. “See,” he indicates as the get to the living room, “all fixed.”

She is glad to have the view from the outside thoroughly blocked, but still feels the need to go get dressed to start on work.

“Now, no reason you can’t just work in the buff on your laptop with me here,” he looks at her conspiratorially, “it's one of the perks when you work from home.”

“Hop to it!” he punctuates with a swat on her ass feeling the conversation has concluded & heads for the couch to see what’s on.

If a bit awkward, but not opposed to spending nude time in the safety of their home (it was a freeing feeling to her), she proceeded to grab her work laptop and head to the living room.

Seeing him sitting on the couch, she grabs her special, extra-large floor pillow and tosses it on the ground in front of him. She proceeds to setup her laptop on the coffee table while cuddling up on the pillow at his feet leaning on his legs.

He chuckles a bit to himself, “comfy, babe?”

“Actually,” she responds feeling the soft heat from his legs, “you know I always love being at your feet, but the smooth, bareness of your legs is surprisingly comforting.”

He cringes a bit at the reminder of his own denuding of hair, but is glad she is responding so well to the feeling. However, he quickly tries to figure out the status of the golf tournament on the screen to try to distract from the temptations running through his head. “Good! Well, have fun with work, but let me know if the TV gets too distracting.”

MMm..... she moans at thinking about possible distractions, “ummm... maybe.... just one distraction.”

“No.” He sharply cuts her off, “focus on work. When we’re done, then we can see.”

Redoubling her efforts she gets to entering keystrokes like there’s no tomorrow as she realizes the juices flow from beneath her responding to his firmness that she’s going to have to get this pillow drycleaned.... again.