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All Work and No Play
Bette hummed to herself as she flipped over the monotonous pages of another artist’s proposal. The upside was that she was home, so she was free to lounge around in relaxation, but the downside was that she still had an entire booklet to rifle through before succumbing to exhaustion.
“Hmm hmm hmmmmm …” she sang quietly, taking the end of her pen between her lips as she scanned the page. There was so much pertinent information that, at times, she had to re-read.
Tina had to laugh when she stepped inside the house – the volume of the music far too loud. She rolled her eyes as she put down her purse, glad to be home early after expecting to be kept late at work. However, she hadn’t expected to come home to a headache waiting to unravel itself. And still, she couldn’t bring herself to just turn the tribal music down, because she figured it was helping Bette focus on her own work. Tina simply smiled and made her way down the hall to lean in the doorway and stare at a surprisingly sexual sight.
There on the bed – facing away from her – was her beautiful wife, lounging around in a simple tank top and a pair of loose jeans. Crossing her arms with a slow grin spreading across her face, Tina watched the beautiful brunette adjust her glasses and then address the pages before her again.
Bette had continued to hum along with the music when she felt her balance shift, and she quickly looked over her shoulder with a gasp. “T! You scared the shit out of me.”
“You shouldn’t swear so much …” Tina teased, now obviously crawling on her hands and knees toward Bette.
“Tina,” Bette laughed, bringing her eyes back to the page in front of her. “I really can’t do what you’re thinking right now. I have a fuckload of this … giant novel proposal to approve still. And while I honestly wish-”
She was cut short when two cool hands moved up from the backs of her knees.
“Bette …” Tina moaned, her eyes fixing where her hands were reaching. Her focus was deliberate, resting excitedly on the low waist of the jeans too loose for the slender hips of her lovely wife. “… You should have known better than to wear this. You know what this does to me … these sexy boyish pants.”
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Bibi28 says
Hmmm, Love this story so much.
Thanks for reposting it.
BenMac says
Since you gave me the “pattern” in a PM from the old site, I won’t give it away, but I will repeat what I commented then: No one does erotica like you, GR. Always a pleasure to read and I’m so excited about the thriller too! Thank you, thank you, thank you!
talaula says
I still can’t see the pattern. I can’t even guess. I’m so pathetic but in love with this story. Thanks GR! GR and BenMac together at last. This is awesome.
didi1956 says
Great,thank you.PPS
lipitora says
I wrote my comment in the old site, but I cant leave out, after I read it again. :-)
I really liked this story than most of what you wrote.
I hope you return often.
Thank you!
Bette0Porter says
Loved it. It was cute, sexy and funny. In one word: PERFECT!
I guess I figured out what the ‘pattern’ is… but, as BenMac said, don’t want to give it away, either. lol
Thank you!
mscully says
Loved this story.