Amanda was by now really comfortable, her boyfriend had been away for two weeks and she had sought human contact in the piano bar just to see people. It had been a standard Saturday night. Amanda liked to think of herself as a good girl she liked people and people adored her.
Amanda had sought a quiet night bringing a paper back book to read, she had popped in early not long after work and settled on a bar stool near the end of the bar near the piano player. She knew she would be safe and looked after there. She was a regular and the staff loved to have her around.
The piano player and bar manager had become friends, flirtyness and banter flowed, they had work to do and had always been professional. Ok the manager was very flirty and slipped her drinks regularly, but he was a gentleman who got a lot of attention in the popular bar, a confident host master of his domain.
He had been there again, tolerable, but nothing to get her attention, he was short had never offered her a drink but they had spoken over time. He came in and spoke to the manager and piano player about the city, its bars and clubs, its mood and music.
Amanda had been surprised by the invitation the night before, cheeky sod had been her first thought when he had roped her pursuing Emma to return to his to wait for a taxi last night. He had been gaining over her on and off all night and it had been obvious what his intentions were.
She had a fair distance to get home and was not about to take a long walk in the hail rain waiting in the warm and dry for a taxi had been the obvious choice.
Amanda thought she knew him well enough and by the time she had eaten and it was clear taxis just weren't available early that morning she knew everyone was tired and he was a gentleman lusting after Emma. Sharing bed space had not been an issue for a sleep over.
Now however things were changing, she could smell him, Amanda had slept well the bed was comfortable the sheets clean and soft. She had awoken and strong light was showing through the curtains, it was Sunday not a day to rush after a night out.
He had touched her then as she lay awakening. Amanda had half expected to slap him down the night before, yes they had talked, it was a bed space, but this was a guy and they all try it on. Amanda had been happy as he settled to sleep, drifting off herself when she was comfortable he was sleeping and would not bother her.
Something had changed by morning, subconsciously their bodies had noticed each other, feromones permiated the bed and they had become sensitized to each other.
His touch was forward yet polite, she had quickly senced his desire but also his respect at first she just couldn't be bothered to push him away it was Sunday and one finger on the back of her T shirt was mostly harmless. Was he a wimp the initial touch was so light, tentative was this all he had?
Her initial reactive thoughts had subsided as he had taken his time, he had explored her body so slowly, only her upper back and arms, he had only actuly touched her arms. Amanda thought of her boyfriend and when he would be coming back, then she just softend into the lazy Sunday morning.
Amanda found herself enjoying the ever so soft attention, this man was in no hurry and his finger was relaxing, she had happily rolled over to allow her back to be stroked.
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