Lunch

You wake up to Maria caressing your chest. When you open your eyes, she leans over and kisses you hard, her tongue slipping easily into your mouth. After a minute or so of making out, she breaks the kiss and says, "I made you lunch. Is a ham and cheese sandwich okay?"

"Sure, that's great," you say. You notice she's dressed in the clothes she was wearing when you arrived. You dress and then follow her to the kitchen and sit down to eat. Lunch passes quickly with flirty comments from her about what a great lover you were. You tell her how amazing it was to make love to her.

After lunch, you French kiss her, running your hands all around her body, caressing her breasts and squeezing her backside.

"Can you stop by next week? I'd love to make this a regular thing," she asks with a fire in her eyes.

"I'd love to. Is Monday okay?"

"Yeah, in the morning while Johnny's at school?"

"You've got a date, Maria," you say, and then you open the door and leave the apartment. Maria watches you from the doorway as you go toward the elevator; you turn and blow her a kiss as you turn the corner to the elevator. She blows one back. You go down to your apartment and lay down for a nap.