Homecoming

Moaning with each thrust, she pulsated around him, and soon joined him in the ecstacy. Had her not been hold her to him, her hips would have dropped to the bed as she quivered I'm the aftermath
 
He collapsed on top of Chelsea and kissed her neck softly and worked his way to her ear. "For the record, I love your pussy, perfect, like the rest of you."

Sliding off her, Marc pulled her close, her ass against his loins. "How late do you work? Want to make sure I am here when you get off work."
 
The redhead smiled back at him. "I am definitely not perfect, but if you're saying I am, I must be okay." She wiggled back into him, finding that right spot that fit the contours of her body to his just right.

"I should be off at 9:00. Unless they ask me to stay late. But I need to study..." She paused, thinking for a moment. She needed to get some homework done that night, but her body needed her to come back... A mischievous grin played across her face as she looked back at him. "I could use your help studying for my anatomy class," she said with a hint of suggestion in her voice.
 
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Marc ran his hand up her soft, smooth stomach and cupped a breast, rolling the nipple between a couple fingers. "Before you leave, I will get you a key to the room, so you can come back and let yourself in, whenever you want."

He kissed her shoulder again, enjoying the feel of her flesh in his mouth. Working his way up to her earlobe, he nibbled and chewed on it. "I think I could get used to staying in bed with you all day," he whispered into her ear, his lips brushing against her ear with each syllable.
 
His warm breath tickled her neck, and his lips brushing against her ear made her shiver. She took a deep breath as his fingers tweaked her nipple, making her squirm against him. As her legs moved just slightly, she could feel his cum ooze out of her, mixing with her own juices on her thighs.

Chelsea closed her eyes and enjoyed the gentle touch of his ought hand on her skin. "Me too," she sighed.
 
Marc looked at the phone and saw the time and groaned almost forlornly. 'Baby, you gotta get up and shower. Otherwise you won't get to work on time."

The realization of the time didn't stop Marc from caressing her ass.

"I'll come to the diner for dinner."
 
Grabbing her own phone from the nightstand on her side of the bed, she checked the time. "Shit."

Scrambling out of bed, she rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She'd never taken a faster shower, quickly washing her hair and body with the little complementary shampoo and body wash.

Rubbing her head with the towel to dry her hair some, she exited the bathroom not even 10 minutes later, and gathered her clothes that had been strewn about the room. She hooked her bra and slid the straps up her arms before moving to her pants, leaving the ruined panties on the floor.

"I have to get home and change." She hoped her brother wasn't home. She really didn't want to deal with him, having him try to ruin her day.
 
Marc was leaning against the headboard watching with an amused grin on his face. He was smart enough to stay out of her way, drinking the shit coffee the motel provided.

After she shot out of the room he walked to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Around 1:00 he texted her:

What's a good time for me to come to dinner?

Also, send me shampoo, soap, toothpaste, you get the idea that you use, will pick up a set for you.​

After hitting send, he headed to a big box store via Uber.
 
As soon as she got home, Chelsea rushed inside and changed into her uniform, a retro blue button up dress. She said a silent prayer of thanks that her brother wasn't home.

The redhead arrived to the diner without a minute to spare.

She greeted her customers with a bright cheery smile, and bantered with her regulars. Feeling her phone vibrate in her apron, she ducked around the corner when she had a spare moment. She smiled at the screen.

Come by whenever you're hungry.

Herbal Essence shine collection, the yellow bottles. Find whatever body wash you think smells good. And I'm not picky about toothpaste.


She sent him a screenshot of the shampoo and conditioner she liked, realizing the brand had numerous different scents now.

Thank you. See you later. :*

Work kept her distracted. It was a busier day than usual due to the basketball finals happening later in the day.
 
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Marc bought the items that Chelsea indicated along with razors for himself. He tooled around the store. It was probably the first time in his life he had the means to be in the store, looking at the things that as a kid he wanted to buy, and dreamt of having, lIke his own tv.

Now he looked, shrugged and walked away.

Around 3:30 he took an Uber to the diner and walked it. His eyes and face lit up at seeing her, and he walked up and kissed on the cheek. "You looked amazong, happy away and well fucked. That dress though should be up around your waist, so I can play with you."
 
She spotted Marc through the window as he was getting out of the Uber. When he walked in and saw her, she couldn't help but smile at the way his face lit up. It was the look a child has when they walk into a toy store and spy that toy they've been wanting for months.

Chelsea kissed his cheek in return before playfully swatting his shoulder. "I'm sorry sir, but I'm not on the menu," she teased. "
 
Marc grabbed a menu, scrawled her name on it, and next to it, 'Priceless.'

He turned to her, showing to her and said, "Right there."

He tossed the menu aside and said, "So, I will have a Chelsea."
 
Her amusement grew when he showed her the menu, her name now printed on it with 'priceless' next to it. "I don't think it works that way," she said laughing. She glanced behind her at the food counter, the cook yelling out that an order was ready. "Be right back."

She retrieved the two plates and delivered them to their respective customers before returning to Marc. "So what'll it be soldier?"
 
Marc found a booth and slid in. When she came by, "Chicken Fried Steak, two orders of French Fries, extra gravy on the fries, and a Pepsi to drink."

His eyes never left her as Chelsea walked off. He pulled out his phone and started checking it out whenever Chelsea was not in his field of vision.
 
Chelsea brought back a glass with the dark colored cola in it while he waited for his food to come out.

As she moved about the restaurant, she could feel his eyes on her whenever she was in sight of him. She hustled between the other 10 tables, taking orders, delivering food, refilling drinks, dropping off checks. Before long she returned to him and placed two plates on the table. "Chicken fried steak and two orders of fries, extra gravy." She took a sip of his soda before asking, "Anything else I can get you?"
 
Marc looked from the food to her, to the crowded restaurant. He gave her a wickedly impish grin. "Yeah, I would love your panties."
 
"Sorry, we're all out." She gave him a naughty smile, leaning closer, her breasts brushing against his arm and mouth next to his ear. "I'm not wearing any," she whispered.
 
Marc'slowly eyes widened a moment, then he whispered, "Don't move."

He placed his hands between her legs, and ran it up beneath her skirt. He cupped her pussy and felt the heat and moisture there.

He slid a finger into her and said, "Such a naughty girl. I will reward you after work."
 
Glancing around them as his hand slid up her legs, she hoped that she was standing in such a position that didn't allow for the other patrons to see what he was doing. Her hands gripped the seat back of the booth and the table as he slipped a finger between her folds, into the wet warmth.

She fought an internal battle, wanting to swat his hand away because, well, she was at work, and wanting to allow him to continue... Slowly, reluctantly she pushed his hand away. Chelsea kissed his cheek. "Can't wait."
 
Pulling his hand from her, Marc grinned at her and quipped, "Quickie in the men's room?"
 
Stealing another sip of his soda, she shook her head. "If there weren't a chance of me getting fired, I would love to." She smoothed the front of her uniform. "You enjoy your lunch, I have some tables to check on." She kissed his cheek again, saying in a low voice, "You will get dessert later."
 
Marc said, "Fucking right," to Chelsea's ass as she walked away.

He ate his food, pestered Chelsea for refills which always came back somewhat less than full.

After an hour he paid the bill, jipped Chelsea on the tip, leaving a note,

cum and get it​

Then took an Uber back to the motel to take a nap.
 
Chelsea enjoyed stealing some of his drinks whenever he asked for refills. It was the least she could do as he asked for a refill every 10 minutes. When she found the note on the table, she laughed to herself. "Such an jerk..." But he was her jerk.

Once he was gone, she was able to focus again and work went by fairly quickly.


The redhead knocked on the motel room door, backpack slung over her shoulder. As she waited for him to answer, she silently wondered how much studying he was going to allow her to do.

"Where's my tip?" she asked, struggling to keep a straight face, hand held out to him when he finally opened the door.
 
Marc showered after his nap and killed time until Chelsea showed. Finally a knock at the door and he opened it after checking to make sure it was her.

Buck naked, he opened the door, listened then grabbed her hand and placed it on his cock. "Right here baby, right after you do your homework. "
 
She laughed, giving him a firm squeeze and gently pushed him backwards into the room, allowing the door to shut behind her. "Well I do believe this is a penis."

She dropped her backpack to the floor with a loud 'thud' and brought her hands up to his face." First things first." Chelsea kissed him softly at first, before adding more pressure, deepening the kiss. She hummed satisfaction against his lips before pulling away. "Needed to get that outta the way. Now sit." She pointed to the bed before adding a "please" to her request.
 
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