Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Her Special PayBack: #2

I stared at her naked back and then down to the swell of her bare hips and the top of her ass. Maybe it's just me but a female's bare back is an extremely erotic picture; nature has a way of taking over-my cock was hard and my thoughts were

not pure.

"You really are an asshole Phil," I thought to myself.

I quietly shut the door and went back to the kitchen. One hour later the salad was made, the white wine chilled, the red wine open and breathing, and the charcoals in the barbecue were lit.

I went to the office and knocked. "Holly, wake up," I yelled.

Nothing.

Twice more I tried with the same result.

I opened the door and looked in. She had rolled over and was now on her side facing me. The sheet was still down by her waist and I saw her naked breasts. They were bigger than I had expected with small areolas and somewhat large nipples that were now soft.

I walked up the bed and pulled the sheet up to her neck. Her face, without the stress of her problems, was relaxed and prettier than I first thought.

I stepped back to the door and knocked loudly and yelled, "Holly, time to eat."

Finally she stirred and muttered, "Wanna sleep."

"Holly, open your eyes."

Her eyes finally squinted open. I could tell she remembered me.

I said, "I know you're tired, but you are hungry too. Go wash your face and come out to the kitchen. The steaks will be ready in twenty minutes. Are you going to get up?"

"But I'm really sleepy," she whined.

repeated, "Dinner in twenty minutes. If I don't see you in the

eyes popped open. "You

"I don't think you want to

minute later

minutes later she entered the kitchen. She had brushed her hair that had regained some gloss from the shampoo. She was wearing a T-shirt with Daffy Duck on the front. The shirt was short exposing two inches of her flat stomach. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She had jogging shorts on

said, "I

and enjoy the food and we'll talk in the morning.

She nodded her understanding.

"White wine, red wine, a drink, or

"White wine please."

your steak medium rare or medium; if past medium, you have to cook it yourself since that is a mortal

"Medium rare

sour cream or both on your

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giggled again, "Both please, Mr.

are my good luck charm. I'm a salesman and today I made more sales than I've made in the last three weeks, which means one

Phil. I'm twenty-five; never married, but close twice before I got smart; I'm six-feet tall and tend to get fat when I

cupid only nicks me with the arrows since I fall out of love just

but sometimes get tongue tied

"I'm

all I want to know tonight-you're twenty-three, pretty

even curious?"

We talk tomorrow. I'll be out with the steaks. You set the table, get out the salad and dressing. Take the potatoes out of the

gave me a mock

done, join me on the balcony with the wine bottle. My

and went to work as I took the

the steaks were cooking I watched the traffic converging to the restaurants and shows in Buckhead. It was the beginning of the weekend, and people