Wait for Sabrina in the living room

You take the wine bottle and glasses out to the living room and place them on the coffee table. Not being much of a wine connoisseur, you and Sabrina had to rely on the advice of the grocery store attendant in the drink section. Realistically, he probably could have just sold you the worst pair for chicken alfredo and you’d have no idea, but he did seem to genuinely want you two to have a pleasant dinner and evening. Sabrina was playing up your ‘couples’ charade and he treated her like his fully grown granddaughter. He even gave you a stern look and made you promise to treat her right.

You smirk, knowing that you and Sabrina have already gone beyond that point in your relationship. Right now she’s in your room, doing who knows what. Normally you’d be a little apprehensive about someone rummaging through your stuff, but seeing as how you’ve seen way more questionable things go on in Sabrina’s room, you figure she’s earned the right to do what she will in yours.

You swirl the wine in your glass and sniff it as you lounge in your chair, waiting for Sabrina to come out. You loosen your tie and cuffs. You should probably change into something more comfortable too, only Sabrina is still using your room right now.

Taking a few sips, you turn on your TV to see if there’s anything interesting to watch. While you flip through shows and sip your wine, you don’t notice Sabrina step into the room.

“Welcome home, hun!” Sabrina says, drawing your attention. You glance over to see her changed into one of your sweatshirts. She leans against the wall and gives you a pinup model pose. You raise an eyebrow. “I hope you don’t mind… The work clothes were stifling,” she explains.

“Not at all…” you reply, staring at her bare legs and wondering if your sweater is all that she has on right now.

“Ooh, wine!” she says, noticing her glass on the table. She walks over and picks it up and squeezes in beside you to watch TV. “So, what are we watching?” she asks, sipping her drink.

You feel Sabrina’s thigh pressing up against your pant leg and stare down at her shirt which is hiking up her hips. When you don’t respond, Sabrina takes notice, smirking at your distraction. She places her glass back on the table and turns around to face you.

“So, did you want to catch a live show?” she grins, climbing onto your lap. You catch a glimpse of her cleavage as her neckline droops while she crawls over you. Her melons look to be hanging freely, giving you a quiver of excitement.

“Should I grab a camera?” you ask.

“Not tonight,” she murmurs back. “Tonight is a private show!” She leans in and kisses you while her hips begin gyrating over your lap. Your pants tighten up and you lean back in your chair, allowing the petite brunette to continue kissing you as she grinds into your groin.

“Mmm…” she murmurs, pressing her full body up against yours. Your dress shirt and pants start to feel even more constricting as her light body rubs against it.

Suddenly there is a beeping coming from the kitchen. It’s your oven telling you it’s preheated.