Here Comes the Sun: Chapter 10
It's 12:55. Her hour long lunch break is at 1. This clock moves too damn slow.
She works part time at a recording studio about four blocks away. When she's not working or playing a show, she's usually recording. I guess that's the good thing about working at a recording studio, you get to record your own stuff for free.
Right now, I'm designing an ad for a new bartender. I'm thinking about putting "must be straight female or gay male to fill the position." That way they won't be hitting on my girl. Is she my girl? We'll have to discuss that over lunch. Considering where we left things yesterday, I doubt we'll be talking about much.
Speaking of lunch…
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
And I say it's alright
That was totally my ring tone before I met Ashley…
I flip open my cell. "Hello?"
"Hey beautiful. You going to let me in?"
"Yeah. I'm in the office; I'll be there in a sec."
"The office, huh?" Memories of last night was over me, and I feel that familiar heat between my legs.
I giggle. "Yeah. I'm walking to the door now."
We hang up and I open the door to the bar. I'm met with the most beautiful part of chocolate brown eyes and that gorgeous smile of hers. She takes a step forward and places a soft, sweet kiss on my lips. She pulls back and stares deep into my eyes.
"Hey."
"Hi," I reply.
She lifts her hand up and in it, she has a bag of takeout.
"Hungry?"
"Extremely."
I grab her free hand and lead her to the nearest booth and we sit next to each other.
"So what'd you get?" I ask.
"Umm…chicken lo mien, sweet and sour pork, and bourbon chicken with white rice." She pauses and looks up at me. "Spencer, stop drooling. I know I'm hot." She playfully nudges me, and I kiss her cheek. She dishes out the food and we talk about her job while we eat. Once we finish eating, we clean up all the empty containers and continue talking in the booth.
"So since I've been putting in so many hours these past couple weeks, they're letting me take two whole weekends off to record an album!"
"Ashley, that's so great!"
She places a hand on my thigh and says, "I know. And my boss told me that there was a guy from a local record label who heard my play on Friday night and he wants to talk me about signing me to the label!"
"Aww, honey, I'm so proud of you!" I place my hand on her cheek and give her a soft kiss. It's doesn't stay soft for long as she crashes her lips back into mine. I tilt my head a little, deepening the kiss as I push my tongue past her lips. Her hands reach my waist and pull me so I'm straddling her lap. Her fingers play with the small expanse of skin between the hem of my shirt and the waistband of my jeans. They start to travel under my shirt and scratch down my back. Hard.
"Oh god, Ashley."
My mouth latches on to her neck and I bite down. She moans, telling me to continue. As I suck on her pulse point, she reaches up around my back and unhooks my bra. She then runs her hands around to the front and massages my breasts, rubbing her thumbs over my hard nipples. I throw my head back and gasp as her hands move back to my waist and maneuver me so I'm laying down on the booth seat with her hovering above me, between my legs. She grinds down and thrusts her denim-clad center against my own before attacking my neck with her tongue. My hands grasp her neck while hers start to lift up my tank top, taking my bra with it. She licks a trail down to my chest, where she runs her tongue around the place I want her the most, but without actually touching it.
"Please, Ashley, please."
She finally gives in, taking one hard nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking on it while her hand massages my other breast. I feel her hand travel further down my body, but just then, the alarm on her phone goes off and she sits up quickly.
"Shit! Shit shit shit!"
"Baby, what's wrong?"
"My break's over in five minutes. I have to get back to the studio."
I let out a heavy sigh. This time I'm way too frustrated for a cold shower to ease the heat.
Oh, I've got an idea.
"I know, baby. I'm sorry, but…"
"Do you have your own office?"
"What?" she asks.
"An office. Do you have your own office at the studio? Where no one can disturb you?"
Aww, she looks so adorable when she's confused.
Oh, wait. I think she gets it. Yep. Light bulb. Above the head. There we go.
"I'll call you as soon as I get there." She gets a devious look on her face. God, is it sexy. "Go in your office, too." She kisses me quickly and bolts out the door.
I put my bra and my shirt back on, wash our cups and put them behind the bar. Then, I hightail it into the office and lock the door just in time to hear my cell ring. I settle myself in the leather chair and use my sexy husky voice when I answer.
"Yes, Ms. Davies, what can I do for you?"
"You can start by unbuttoning your jeans."
I do as she says, and my breathing is already starting to pick up. My fingers run under the band of my underwear and into my wetness.
"Tell me what you're doing to yourself."
"I'm…I'm…rubbing myself."
I hear her groan through the telephone, and I know she's right there with me.
"Imagine it's me touching you."
"Oh god, baby," I breathe out.
"Touch your clit. Picture my head between your legs, with my mouth sucking on it."
I'm so close.
"Yes, Ashley. Keep talking. Please, don't stop." I'm begging her now, and she knows I'm almost there.
"Push two fingers inside yourself. Fuck yourself for me, baby."
Two of my fingers enter me, and I let out a deep growl into the phone. They start moving slow, but I know I need more. I push in and out harder and faster.
"Keep going, Spencer," she says. "Cum for me."
As soon as I hear those words from her, stars burst in front of my eyes and my body tenses up as the most powerful orgasm I've ever had washes over me. I can feel my increased wetness drench my fingers as they still inside of me.
"Oh my god, Ashley. That was so good." My breathing starts to even out.
"That was fucking amazing, but I'm sorry to say that I really need to get back to work."
"Ok, baby."
"I promise, I'll see you Wednesday night for our second date."
"You better, or else I may have to reenact our previous actions all by myself," I say to her.
"Trust me, I wouldn't miss it for the world. I really do need to go now. I'll call you tomorrow, hon."
"Ok. Bye, Ashley."
"Bye Spence."
Holy mother of Christopher Walken. If that was any indication as to what sex with Ashley is like, then count me in!