I was working on the night shift at a grocery store, filling some shelves on the vegetable department. From the corner of my eye, I saw a woman bending over studying some watermelons. She turned around with a watermelon in each hand, holding them in front of her chest. I saw her walking towards me.
“Hey. Could you help me out? I’m trying to find a ripe watermelon but I forgot how to tell the difference between a ripe one and raw one”, she said as she moved her hands apart and made me see the biggest bust of my life. They were literally rivalling the size of those watermelons. I was gazing at them for a few seconds before I got words out of my mouth “Uh yeah. You want the watermelon to have a dull skin. You can also tap or thump the melon with your palm. If the sound is hollow and makes a thunk sound it’s ripe.”
“Thanks. My hands are full at the moment as you can see. So, could you inspect the melons and tap them?”, she said smiling. I knew she was talking about the watermelons but I’d have really liked to inspect her personal melons a bit closer as well. But I stayed professional and did as she asked. The other of her watermelons sounded ripe and I picked it for her. “Thanks again. By the way I just moved here and I’m planning a housewarming party. Trying to get to know some people from this town. Would you like to attend?”
I was very excited to accept her invitation but tried to tone down not to make things too obvious. She introduced herself as Sam before heading to the checkout. I looked at her behind that moved so irresistibly from side to side. That woman had the curves in all the right places. Sam was very extroverted person and had invited about 50 people to her housewarming party. Her apartment was packed and the guys she had invited circled around her like flies.
Luckily, they all wanted her for themselves and if someone happened to cross the line a bit other guys were quick to defend her. I had hoped to get a chance to talk to her in private but realised that it was simply impossible at the party. I did manage to engage in the group conversations to get myself noticed in her eyes. Partying continued late into the night. I wasn’t drinking so some drunk people started to annoy me a bit and to escape talking to them I started cleaning a bit. Taking used cups to the kitchen or swiping a spilled drink from the floor.
I got so caught up with cleaning that I lost track of time. As the other guests left, I was left alone with Sam. I was still continuing to clean when she interrupted me and I realized that I was the only one left. “Hey. Sorry that I wasn’t able to help or thank you earlier for tidying things during the party. It’s quite late already. You can sleep on the couch if you want to. And you’ve already done more than enough cleaning. I’ll do the rest tomorrow.” After giving me the bedding for the sofa she went to her bedroom and closed the door.
I was a bit of a cleaning freak and just couldn’t sleep in a dirty apartment. So, I spent a few more hours tidying up the place. In the morning I still woke up earlier than her. She probably needed more sleep as she may have had a few drinks too much last night. I got up and started looking through her kitchen for breakfast ingredients. I decided to make some pancakes for both of us. I just hoped that Sam would be able to eat them.
“Oh my god”, I heard her say in the living room. She hadn’t expected to see a clean living room when waking up. I went to greet her. She was wearing a morning robe and stared at me in disbelief. She hugged me as she thanked me “you did all this while I was sleeping? Thank you so much. What do I smell? Is that... pancakes? Did you make some for me too? I’m starving.” She was eagerly eating the pancakes with plenty of syrup. I now accidentally had an excellent opportunity to talk to her one on one.
She was in such a good mood despite being a bit hungover. She complimented how I was able to discuss about any subject she threw at me. At some point the discussion turned to sex. I knowingly said that all the senses were heightened during hangover and that it included sexual pleasure. She thought I was pulling her leg. After all men had come up with a ton of excuses to get in bed with her. I told her I was serious and said that I’d even be willing to prove it to her by giving her oral.
Sam was so curious to find out that she agreed but told me that this wouldn’t oblige her to make a counter-service if she didn’t want to. I assured that I just wanted to prove my point. As she was done eating, I raised her on my arms and carried her to her bedroom. I lowered her on the bed. She opened her morning robe and spread her legs. Apparently, she wanted to sleep naked as she wasn’t wearing any clothes beneath it. Sam’s earlier doubts about my words were crushed as I got to work. She was getting so turned on that she started touching herself.
“You were right. It feels amazing. I don’t know if you’re just so skilled or if it’s due to being a bit hungover but please don’t stop.” I had no intention to do so. Not even after she came. She was like an orgasmic machine. Coming three times in short succession. With her body swimming in endorphins, she pulled me to the bed beside her. She wrapped her limbs around me, trapping me like prey.
She looked at me with a loving gaze “Do you even know what you’ve done? You clean, you cook, you can have meaningful conversations, you can carry me with your strong arms and without even demanding a counter-service made me come three times. You’re the man every girl dream about. You’re so perfect that I don’t want to let you go. You better not tell me that after doing all this you’re taken”, she said seriously. When I told her that I wasn’t she kissed me while pulling me even closer to her.
As her lips parted mine, she looked at me like I was a treasure she didn’t want to let go. “Now you are taken. I’m not at my best at the moment but I’ll promise that later tonight I’ll show you something that I can bring to the table. I believe you’ll be quite satisfied”, she said with a confident seductive smile on her face.
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