You would think being crushed beneath one hundred and eighty-six pounds of tight rippled abs while it’s writhing and grunting away would be a good thing, most the time you’d be right, but as Cassie had discovered over time, the pretty packages didn’t always guarantee the highest of performance. He wasn’t great but not completely horrible either, needless to say it was still to early to decided if he would qualify as a repeat performance or not. She never walked into a situation thinking “one night stand” she actually didn’t care for them, but sometimes, certain situations just wound up that way. Like tonight, he was cute and she didn’t feel like going home, still that may just have lead to never asking his last name and conveniently forgetting to give him her number before slipping off in the morning.
She had picked up a few tricks to help get through some of the less than stellar performances. For instance if you close your eyes tight enough and Ooo’d and Ahhh’d in just the right way, you can forget about the guy laying on top of you, grabbing you from behind or the sundry of other positions they could try and fold you into, and eventually the sweating heaving bulks of man just seem to fade into multiple phantom limbs, which is actually kind of hot when she thought about it. Still here she way wiggling and squirming away enjoying what she could from what she had to work with. Her eyes closed tight and the vibration of her own sounds filling her head with a nice soothing amount of white noise. His smell was heavy and not just the smell of his cologne but his sweat and musk, it filled her nose and made it wiggle.
All she could think at the moment, while her nose itched was, thank god they weren’t at her place. She had just put new sheets on her bed and it would have been a pain in the ass to have to change them so soon. Then again they did create Fabreez for a reason. List of things she needed to do the next day began to compile behind her eye lids. She let her mind slip even further back, and lists gave way to memories of old lovers, the ones that thunder bolted her. It brought a smile across her lips and twist in her hips, that lead him to believe he was doing a job well done. She wasn’t a callous or uncaring woman she was actually very thoughtful and responsive when she was with her lover’s, she gave them all she could. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to them, that could never be everything, hence the lists and random thoughts, like right now she was trying to remember if she left enough foot out for the cat before she left for work this morning…
Finally he would come and pull out and she would slip her way off the bed snatch up what bits of clothes she could along the way to the loo. Making small talk along the way giggling on how nice it was blah blah blah… Closing the door behind her locking it as quietly as possible she turned on the foist and grabbed up a wash cloth from the stacked towels above the toilet and proceeded to tidy up. She looked herself over in the mirror. No bite marks, hickies, or potential bruising? Check. Mascara not completely sweated down her face? Check. The inventory of clothing she managed to gather up was most of everything, thankfully. The only thing a miss was her shoes and jewelry which was still down stairs with her bag. She finished cleaning up and gargled a little warm water before slipping into her underwear and jeans. The top she would save for her final exit. Never underestimate the power of breasts, they will make most men stupid. In using this knowledge Cassie found it useful to save slipping on the shirt at the last moments before slipping back into the night, helped keep awkward questions from coming up such as. “When can I see you again,” “Can I get your number,” and other such queries that could help said young man find her again…
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