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Moving Day
by Dulcinea (imdulcinea@aol.com)

***

Nicely written short story about a guy who gets a reward 
from his girlfriend for a hard day's work. (MF, rom)

***

"How come," he began, dropping the floppy top mattress 
on the living room floor, "I get to do all the heavy 
lifting while you clean cupboards?"

She slid off the counter she'd been sitting on while 
washing the shelves and doors. "If you want to clean, 
I'm all for it. I'll move the furniture."

"I was just kidding." He dropped onto the mattress with 
a sigh, closing eyes. "How come you have to move in 
July? Why not May? May was a nice month. Not too hot, 
not too cold. Or October. October would be good." He 
opened his eyes when he heard her approach. "Careful, 
Sweetie. Those rubber gloves you're wearing are a real 
turn on!" He waggled his eyebrows.

"You're crazy." She poked him in the side, something she 
knew he hated. The rubber gloves came off with a snap, 
and she sat on the corner of the mattress, enjoying the 
cool air from the fan. "If I'd had my way, I wouldn't 
have moved in the middle of summer. It's too hot to do 
anything. I want to go soak in the tub until all my skin 
looks like a raison. Then I want to go to sleep and 
sleep through tomorrow."

"You complain too much." He quipped, earning him a 
murderous glare. "Besides, wouldn't you rather take your 
bath and then get all hot and sweaty the fun way?" He 
winked. "Then we'd have to shower together to get clean 
before bed."

"No way. It's too hot to be touching that close!" She 
squirmed away from his reaching hand, sliding off the 
mattress. "I already brought over the twin mattress from 
storage, so one of us will sleep on that tonight and the 
other will sleep here. You generate too much heat to 
share a bed with you."

He affected a pouty face, knowing she thought it cute. 
"But it's going to storm soon, and that will cool things 
off. And, of course, I know how you love storms." He 
grinned.

"It's going to storm?" She turned toward the window, 
searching the clouds. "If we head to storage for one 
more load, we should beat the storm back." She moved to 
stand up.

"Not so fast." He grabbed her wrist, pulling her back 
onto the bed. "We've been working hard all day, and 
deserve a little rest. Now, when the storm hits, it will 
cool things down enough to be bearable. Let's make 
something to eat, clean up, and relax together. Okay?"

She frowned, avoiding his eyes. "All the dishes and 
cooking stuff are still in storage. So if we make one 
more trip...." she tried to pull her wrist from his 
grasp. "Come on, Sweetie. One more trip, and then we'll 
relax, okay?"

"Slave Driver!" He rolled towards her, his free hand 
cupping her breast through her tee shirt. To his 
surprise, the nipple was already hard, straining toward 
his touch. "Well, this is a nice." He laughed, rolling 
the hard nub between his thumb and finger. She sucked in 
a deep breath, feeling the nipple harden further under 
his touch. "I have this wonderful mental image. You 
laying on this bed, my cock sliding between your lips, 
and I fall forward, burying my face in your sweet pussy. 
How does that sound?"

She sighed, eyes closed. Then, in one quick movement, 
she pushed his hand away from her and leaned across the 
bed, kissing his chin, his nose, his forehead, then 
rolled away from him. She was on her feet, heading for 
the front door. "I'm going to storage." She shouted over 
her shoulder, bending down to grab her purse before 
wrestling open the front door.

"Hey!" He jumped up. chasing after her. "That's all I 
get? Not even a kiss on the lips?" He stood in the 
doorway, watching her walk to her truck. "Come back here 
and give me a proper kiss."

"No!" She searched in her purse for her keys, but came 
up empty. "Oh, Shoot!" She cried, stomping back towards 
the door. "I forgot my keys."

He grinned, stepping inside and closing the door. "Don't 
you dare!" She cried, rushing forward before he could 
close it all the way. "Brat." She snipped, stepping past 
him.

"Why did you rush out of here like that?" He asked, once 
she had passed. Leaning against the door, he blocked her 
exit as she returned with the keys. "You were tempted, 
right? So why leave?"

"Come on, honey. We've got to get this done!" She 
groaned. "Okay, yes, I was very tempted. But I thought 
we could get another load from storage first..." She 
fell silent.

"We'll, you aren't going anywhere without a proper 
kiss." He pulled her close, his mouth covering her 
protests. After a few heartbeats, she ceased struggling 
against him, pressing her body into the embrace. "Now 
isn't that better?" He asked when they parted.

She nodded, her eyes glowing with lust for him. Her hand 
slid down his body, inside his running shorts to stroke 
his semi-hard cock. "It is going to be hard to cook 
dinner without anything to cook with, though." She 
whispered.

"I thought I'd kissed that out of you." He said, 
pressing his lips over hers once again. This time she 
broke away, stepping back. "It's too hot to be this 
close!" She complained.

"I can fix that!" He answered, taking her by the hand 
and dragging her through the house to the little 
bathroom. He pushed her into the shower stall, turning 
the water on so it drenched them both. She was laughing, 
trapped in the shower fully clothed. "You're crazy!"

"Yes Ma'am." He replied, dragging his wet tee shirt over 
his head, throwing it out of the shower with a wet 
splosh. His shorts followed, then his shoes and socks. 
"Did you know you're wearing too many clothes to be in 
the shower?" He asked innocently.

"Oh really!" She grinned as he pulled her shirt off, 
then her bra, his mouth moving across her stiff nipples 
slowly. Between his hot tongue and the cold water, her 
nipples ached, they were so hard. While his mouth was 
busy, his hands struggled to work the wet zipper on her 
denim shorts, sliding them down her hips. Her panties 
fell next, and he flipped them both out of the shower 
with his foot. She kicked her sandals off, her hands 
wrapping around his hard manhood, gently rolling it 
between her palms.

He lifted the bar of soap and worked it into a lather, 
then passed it to her to do the same. They began washing 
the other, rinsing away all the sweat form their hard 
work. He soaped up her stomach, then dragged his hands 
up to caress her breasts. His hands slid all over her, 
squeezing her sensitive flesh, working across her 
shoulders, her arms, down her back. Stopping for more 
soap, he lathered her hips, her thighs, down the hard 
muscles in her calves to her feet, then worked his hands 
up the insides of her legs, smelling her sex before her 
even touched her.

She moaned as he nuzzled his way between her legs, his 
tongue splitting her lips, stroking her already swollen 
clit. Her hot juices spilled down his chin as he moved 
to suck her sensitive button, her fingers twisting into 
his hair as he sucked and nibbled and licked her pussy.

Cold water pouring across her body, she shook and 
shuddered through an orgasm. He sat patiently, his 
tongue lapping up her cum, even licking the insides of 
her thighs clean before standing up. "Are you cool 
enough now?" He asked, grinning.

She kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue, on his 
lips. He led her from the shower to the mattress in the 
living room, the air from the fan making them shiver. "I 
want to ride you." she whispered, one hand squeezing his 
ass. "I want to fuck myself on your hard cock."

"Oh, yes!" He lay back on the bed and watched her lower 
herself down on him, letting her guide his hardness into 
her pussy. "You feel so good inside me." She moaned, 
rocking forward to work every centimeter she could 
inside. Lowering her breasts to his mouth, she teased 
his lips with her nipples, laughing as he tried to catch 
one with his teeth.

Straightening back up, she began her ride, moving slowly 
at first, cupping her breasts and playing with her 
nipples while he watched. His hands roamed across her 
hips and her ass, down her thighs, feeling the muscles 
work as she lifted herself up and down on him. He worked 
his thumb between her pussy lips, rubbing against her 
clit, then down to where their bodies were joined, 
dipping into the pool of liquid between them.

Catching his hand, she brought the thumb to her mouth, 
sucking on his thumb like it were a small cock. He 
groaned, watching her clean their love off his thumb, 
and he began working her clit with his free hand, 
feeling her body begin to convulse.

Her pussy clamped his cock like a vise, milking him, 
trying to hold him inside of her. Then he was shooting 
inside her, their cum mixing deep in her womb. "That was 
great!" She said, collapsing on top of him.

He laughed, running his hands over her back, enjoying 
the feel of her hard nipples as they poked into his 
chest. "And you wanted to make another run to storage." 
He said scornfully.

"Well, you tell me what we're going to eat for dinner. 
I'm hungry." As if to answer her, his stomach rumbled. 
"So we'll go out to dinner."

He answered. "Great." They lay still a few more minutes, 
neither one ready to give up that close contact. "Uhm, I 
have a question for you." she said.

"Yes?"

"Did you bring in the suitcase from your car?" He shook 
his head.

She sighed, rolling away from him and sitting up. "Well, 
then, we have a problem. All our clothes are in the 
suitcase, and the suitcase is in the car. Even if we go 
hang up the other clothes right now, it will take a 
couple of hours for them to dry!"

He nodded, then pulled her back down beside him. "So we 
have to be naked together for the next couple of hours." 
he pinched her nipple, rolling it around a bit. "What a 
shame. Whatever shall we do?"

Her hand snaked around his cock, and she was delighted 
to feel it twitch in her grip. "Knowing you, my dear, 
I'm sure we can think of something."

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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