His calloused hand caresses her leg just barely, as it follows the curve of her inner thigh slowly but surely. The index finger glides further up till it reaches her wet center and finds her folds before pausing. She can sense that he is hesitant, but she ushers him forward with a smile while staring into his ocean blue eyes. Taking his hand, she urges him on and as soon as she feels his large finger enter her, she awakens.
"Shit!" Kaitlyn exclaims as she wipes the sleep out of her eyes. She finds herself wondering why she always has these dreams, but they never finish. Usually, she gets farther along though and sometimes they even feel like they are real.
Getting up, she realizes what time it is. "Damnit! I am so late." She mutters to herself as she tries to unwrap her legs from the crisp Egyptian cotton sheets. The one treat that she allowed herself a few months ago when she was feeling depressed.
Her boyfriend at the time had just dumped her after she found out he had been cheating on her. So, she decided to go to Branigan’s and get them. They certainly were a bit pricey for her budget, but “what the hell.” She figured. After all, she had just lost what she thought at the time was the "love of her life".
Slipping out from under them, she rushes to get dressed and skips a shower. However, before running out the door she grabs a cup of cold coffee and a stale donut. When she gets to her vehicle, she deposits her donut and coffee cup on top of the car and shoves her hand into her pocket to find her keys.
She plucks them out and almost drops them on the ground. "Just my luck." She murmurs to herself as she unlocks the car and nearly forgets her donut and coffee perched precariously on the roof. As she buckles up and starts the car, she takes a sip and almost throws up. Funny, she didn't remember the coffee tasting this bad yesterday.
Driving down the road, she opens her window and pours it out, just narrowly missing the cop car sitting in the nearest driveway as she passes. When she hears it pulling up behind her with its siren blazing, she realizes that she was speeding. "Wow. What else can happen this morning?" She mutters as she rolls her eyes and pulls over to stop.
A member of Midland, Michigan's finest walks up to her open window and asks, "Ma'am, did you know you were going 10 over the speed limit?" She looks at him for a second and notices that he is pretty cute.
Scanning his body, she decides that on a scale of 1 to 10, he is a 8 and a half with his long chestnut colored hair and his fair skin that has a hint of a summer tan starting. His body for a taller man is stacked and his blue eyes are the bomb. She can't really see the rest of him because the uniform doesn't fit him well.
Glancing back up, blue eyes look down at her expectantly and her mouth opens but no words come out. Instead, she starts to cry and turns away to hide the tears. He puts his hand on her shoulder softly and says quietly, "Are you ok? It's really not that bad."
She turns to face him head on, and through the tears she manages to say, "I have already had a bad morning. I woke up late because my alarm didn't go off, and now I am really late for work. My boss is going to fire me as soon as I walk through the door.” Batting her lashes she continues, “Officer, I’m sorry I wasn't paying as much attention to my speed as I should have."
He looks down at her gently and smiles. "Ma'am, I am willing to forget I saw you this morning if you put a smile on that face of yours and cheer up. I am sure it's not as bad as you think. After all, you met me."
"Actually, it's just another day in a sequence of bad days that I have been having. Seems my luck has been having a bit of a slump lately, but your kindness has shown me that not all men our complete assholes." She says while her lips hint at a smile.
Glancing out the front window, she notices that it's about to rain. "Just my luck! It looks as if it is just about to downpour." She shuts her mouth before he decides to change his mind.
He gets an idea when he looks her up and down and notices how beautiful she is, because her pale skin with long blonde hair and friendly hazel eyes makes him want to crawl in the backseat with her. While he gazes at her, he thinks to himself, “She looks to be only 5 and a half foot tall. She might fit in the backseat easily and then we can see if her ample cleavage is as soft as my pillow is.”
"Ma'am what's your name if I may ask?" He stares at her with his kind blue eyes and then glances off in the distance to the lightning.
"My name is Kaitlyn Randall. Do I need to give you my license and registration?" He turns back to her and admits to himself that he can’t stop thinking about climbing in right now and finding out if he is right after all.
"No, Kaitlyn. I just want to ask you for your phone number. My name is Jon.” He offers his hand to shake and continues while smiling, “It's nice to meet you." Starting to blush, he hopes she gives it to him.
"Sure. Can I get your number and then I will text you quick? You can pull it off of that and save it in your contacts." She waits for him to respond.
"Yeah, no problem.
As he gives it to her, she types it in and texts “hi” on a message and then hits send. His face lights up when his phone starts buzzing away. Grabbing it quickly before the lightning strikes again, he types back “hi” and sends.
"Awesome. Thanks, Kaitlyn, for the number. Do you mind if I text you later for a date this weekend?" He looks extremely uncomfortable as he awaits her answer.
"Yeah, no problem. I look forward to it, but are you going to give me a ticket? If not, you might want to hurry because it looks like it is about to get seriously dangerous out there."
He looks up at the lightning and then at her. "Of course not. I couldn't give you a ticket after the morning you have had. Just consider this a warning and please be more careful." He smiles from ear to ear and then nods goodbye.
She licks her lips and sighs before replying, "Thank you so much. This day is starting to look up after all. It's not every day I have a good-looking guy stop me, then ask for my phone number after not giving me a ticket. Thank you so much again."
"No problem there. I just ask that you get back to me tonight, ok?" Waiting for her to answer, he starts to pace, and then when she agrees to it, he smiles at her.
Nodding to her, he runs back to his vehicle when the lightning hits dangerously close. Feeling relieved that he is gone and excited somewhat that he asked her for her number, she sits up in her seat and then starts the car. Waving as he pulls out and passes her by, she sits there for a moment to collect herself before pulling back into traffic. By the time she makes it into work, she is a full two hours late and she quietly walks to her desk.
"Ms. Randall, we seem to have a problem communicating. May I see you in my office?" Mr. Cohen asks as he stops and looks disapprovingly at her.
"Yes, sir. Just let me put my things in my drawer first please."
She starts to open her drawer when he turns and informs her "It's not necessary, you won't be staying. Now please follow me to my office." At that moment she knows she is done, so she follows him to his office where she promptly sits down in one of his leather desk chairs.
"Now, Ms. Randall. As you well know, I have told you repeatedly to not be late. Today is the last straw and I don't want to hear excuses. I am giving you your last check and severance package. Please take these and find your way out of the building after collecting your things from your desk." He hands her an envelope.
She sits there with a blank expression on her face as she panics. "Ms. Randall, did you hear me? We are all done now, you may leave."
She looks up to see a smirk on his face. When his ugly grin leaves a bad taste in her mouth, she nearly says something but decides better of it. "Thank you, Mr. Cohen. It was nice to work under you." At that, she stands up and exits the room.
Back at her desk, she collects her belongings and then says goodbye to her coworkers. "Janet, I will really miss you. You made working here a fun experience for me. I am just sorry that we didn't get to know each other more. Perhaps sometimes you can call me, and we can hang out." Kaitlyn rests her hand on Janet's shoulder and then she turns around and gives Kaitlyn a hug. After tears form in her eyes, she reciprocates the hug and says goodbye.
Walking out the door, she gets mixed feelings of sadness and regret, but also a sense of panic grips her again. As she returns home, she gets the mail and sets it on her kitchen table. When she eats dinner later that night, she notices the letter from the attorney. "That's odd." She remarks to herself as she opens it. Reading the letter, she moves to the living room and sits down in her leather recliner. "Wow! Is this real?" The letter details how her dad she never knew had died and left her quite a bit of money. In order to transfer the money to her account, she must meet with the attorney. Shocked, she briefly thinks to call her mom and ask her why she told her that her father had been dead for so many years. This was clearly not the case. What would make her lie to her all these years? Instead of confronting her immediately, she decides to wait till aft
Kaitlyn wakes up the next morning and finds a text on her phone from the cop. Jon had asked what time he could pick her up tonight? A bit presumptuous, but cute, so she tells him 7 pm would be good. It will give her enough time to get a shower this evening and dressed up. She barely ever puts on make up, but this time she will add a splash of pink to her cheeks and some lip gloss. That will make her look fresh. After laying there for a few more minutes, she decides to get up and make breakfast. Looking around her small but cheery kitchen, she wonders how rich people live. Surely, they wouldn't be happy with her little home. But then again, she is just renting. Maybe she could start looking for a bigger scale house. Who knows? Some day she might find someone who she wants to make a family with. After breakfast, she sits down and contemplates whether she should look for a house firs
Well, it is 7:02 pm. Her hair is brushed and neatly put up in a loose bun so little pieces of hair frame her face. A little lip gloss and pink blush lightly brushed on makes her image perfect in the mirror. “It’s as perfect as it’s going to get.” She murmurs under her breath. Kaitlyn is wearing a soft peach cotton dress that goes to the middle of her thighs. Not too high and not too low. A pair of dark brown sandals that latch around her ankles and a small dark brown purse for her money and i.d., just in case they go to a club. At 7:30 exactly, she hears a knock at the door. Checking her reflection one more time in the hall mirror, she opens the door. Jon is standing there with an exquisite bouquet of red roses. “Mm, my favorite. Red roses are so beautiful.” She states while eyeing him up and down. Score one for the cute cop. After taking the flowers, she leads him in to take care of them
Kaitlyn wakes up and looks at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It is flashing 4:09. She has managed to have sex four times in one night with a man who is great in bed and good company. She could get used to this. Her body was telling her about it though. She had to pee, but her legs didn't want to work so well.Dragging herself out of bed, she had to will herself to move. After all, her legs were sore from top to bottom and well, she felt like she had just ridden a horse for a week. Not to mention, her pussy ached deeply. She didn't know if it ached because he wasn't in her or that he had been in her so many times. Kaitlyn would definitely have to tell one of her friends about this night for sure.After she made it back to bed she curled up on her side and he turned over and snuggled up next to her. The smile on her face just couldn't get any bigger unless he got down on one knee right now and as
The minute I step off the plane, I realize that this is going to be a good day. The sky is bluer than it usually is, and it feels mid 70ish out. This is the perfect temperature for a nice beginning to summer.Stretching my sore muscles out, I scan the crowd that is getting off the plane in front of me, and see a rather handsome man in his mid-30’s. He has a dark tan and is wearing a Rolex, so I can only guess that he is made of money. He almost oozes sophistication. However, when he turns around, I see that his face doesn’t hold the same appeal as the rest of his body.While rolling my eyes, I notice that he starts to walk up to me. Quickly, I walk the other way and avoid the gentleman temporarily as I collect my bags from the conveyor belt. Unfortunately, I didn’t wander far enough, because when I back up to leave, I back right up into the man with the Rolex.Turning around suddenly, I feel
“I thought that you might need rescuing.” He says as he stares at me now with such intensity that it is making me feel sensations I have never felt before. I wish I knew what his intentions were, because then I might have fought him when he grabbed ahold of my arm and whisked me away. Instead, I let him take me to his fancy sports car, and now he is driving me to some undisclosed location. The simple fact that I am at his mercy, should tell me something. Coupled with the nagging thoughts in the back of my head, it keeps me from sitting comfortably in my seat. In the silence of the car, he glances over at me and then states, “By the way, I am Sebastian. What is your name?” I hesitate for a moment, and then say softly, “I am Kaitlyn. Thank you by the way for saving me from the situation back there.” He nods and then the car fills with silence again, as we both try to figure out what to say next. When he doesn’t say an
When I tried to leave the next day and have him take me to a police station, he begs me to stay another day. Apparently, he doesn’t like his aunt, and with me there, at least he has someone to talk to that doesn’t think he is wasting his inheritance. “Sebastian, listen to me. If your dad knew how you are spending his hard-earned money, he would roll over in his grave. He would be disgusted with you, especially when he found out what you do with these women at the parties you frequent. I just don’t know about you Sebastian.” I catch a glimpse of her rolling her eyes at me when I overhear their conversation.After I sit down on the couch by Sebastian and wait for their conversation to be over, I study him. His long dark hair ends just above his shoulders and looks so soft this evening that I just want to run my fingers through it. Last night, I slept in his room, or shall I say we stayed in the bedroo
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