chastising

“You asshole” Marisa said as you fell to the bed beside her. “I told you not to cum inside me.” Her tone was more frustrated and chastising than genuinely angry. For your part, you were all smiles, even if it was an inappropriate reaction.

“You didn’t seem to mind at the time” you replied, looking back at her.

“Obviously” she rolled her eyes as she moved to get out of bed. Where you were a bit exhausted, she seemed to be ready to go for her shoot. Her movements gave you a very generous view of her ass, something you hadn’t been able to appreciate previously. “That’s why I never let these things get serious, younger men especially. All you do is think with your dicks and only worry about getting your rocks off.”

She continued to speak as she went to the bathroom to wash up but her comments had drawn your attention. If you were honest, she had a valid point. Sure getting her off was good for your pride but really blowing your load was the first and foremost concern. Following her lead you got out of bed and looked for your boxers, pulling them on as you spoke, “What’s that have to do with me cumming inside you?”

“I told you not to but you did anyway” she said from the bathroom. “Look it’s nothing personal, these kind of things are great for quick fucks. Young guys are spontaneous but not relationship material. And cumming inside me, well it’s something I associate with deeper relationships not flings or one-offs. I really only let my husband do it.”

As she spoke you made your way to the bathroom, listening carefully to her words. Part of it struck you as odd that she associated such an act with deeper relationships but on some level you guessed it made sense. After all, isn’t that how girls earned the less than flattering term cum-dumpster? “So you don’t think you could have something like that with me?” you questioned as you stood behind her while she reapplied her make-up, your eyes briefly falling to her thong covered ass.

“I—“ she stopped when your hands found her waist and turned her around to face you. A small smile came to her features as she pointed to the ring on her finger, “I’m married. And the kind of relationship it would take for me to be comfortable with that, well—like I said, it’d make things complicated. Even for a California girl like myself.”

Your eyes met hers (amazingly not drifting to her still exposed breast). You knew that simply having the chance to bang Marisa Miller even once was a godsend but now you found yourself wanting to prove that more was possible to her. You were probably just deluded but once you set your mind on something, it was set.

“Let’s just enjoy our few days” Marisa said, giving you a pat on the cheek before leaving the bathroom. “I have to start getting ready for my shoot and you should probably get back to work.”

“I almost forgot” you admitted, though to be fair you had a decent distraction.

“Well get there, or our days of fun will be cut short by you getting fired” Marisa said as she pulled a tank-top over her head. “If you aren’t busy I’ll see you after my shoot.”

The comment was somewhat amusing, mainly because even if you were busy you’d drop everything to meet up with her. “It’s a date” you said, allowing her to walk you to the door after you had pulled your clothes back on. Before opening the door you turned around and leaned down to kiss her only to kiss her index finger instead.

“Down boy. Nice try though” she smirked and opened the door before ushering you out, “I’ll see you soon.”