The Next Day

This takes place right after the events of http://pserotica.com/danelle-breakfast-2

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Rob stood at the balcony of his condo unit. He was holding a cup of coffee in his left hand, his second of the day. He took a sip slowly, careful not to burn his tongue, before setting the hot cup on the glass table behind him. He reached for his pack of smokes in his pocket, got a stick and put it in between his lips. As he blew his first puff of smoke in the air, he glanced at his watch.

6:48 AM

It has been almost twenty four hours since he last slept but it was the last thing on his mind. Instead, it was filled with vivid memories of the last twelve hours. Waiting for her at the restaurant. Seeing her walk in wearing that gorgeous beige dress.

Damn, that beige dress.

He took another drag as he then remembered how things steamed up, right there in the restaurant, her face so dangerously close to his own. It was still so clear in his head, from the moment they stepped out in the rain sharing an umbrella to the time they made it to her apartment.

He picked up his cup from the table and took a sip. His coffee was getting cold, probably from the cool air of the morning.

7:01 AM

He closed his eyes and continued to play back the events of last night in his brain. He took a deep breath as he remembered how her beige dress, wet from the rain, had clung to her legs and how moments later, his hands had made their way inside it to reveal that she hadn't worn any underwear that night.

He opened his eyes and looked below. Two kids were already on the playground, playing catch with what looked like a small basketball. In the distance, Rob saw a taxi parking near the clubhouse. Like many Saturdays before this one, this started slow. He finished his coffee. It was a bit cold by now, making it easy for him to drink. He took one last puff of his Winston Lights before stubbing it in the ashtray. Before entering the unit, he looked at his watch again.

7:10 AM

As he turned on his computer, he realized that he was still wearing the same clothes he was wearing yesterday. He stripped down to his boxers and sat on the chair. While waiting for the sunset, his wallpaper, to appear on the screen, his mind went back to last night. He could still taste her on his lips. Her mouth. Her neck. Her breasts. Her nipples. He got the remote for the air-condition unit and pressed a button. Rob rubbed his arms and shoulders as he felt the cool air on his body. He smiled as he reached the spot where she had bitten him. The mark wasn't that deep but served as a pleasant reminder of what happened.

Battle scars, he thought to himself with a smile.

He clicked on Word and put his hands on the keyboard. He already knew the title of his next story.

"Battle Scars"

Rob stared at his monitor, as if trying to watch scenes from last night's tryst. He saw himself pinning her against the wall inside her apartment, teasing her clit with his fingers while sucking her breasts. He watched as he inserted his cock in her wet pussy.

Shit, he was getting hard again.

He clicked on Save As and typed the file name. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his penis through his boxers, smiling as he remembered that her lips were wrapped around the same shaft only a few hours earlier.

Man, that was so fucking hot, he thought to himself. He stopped stroking his cock and put on a shirt. He picked up his phone and headed outside for another smoke. He lit a stick as he recalled what they did after their mind-blowing encounter.

He smiled.

It was as good as their sex. They spent the night talking about books and movies and notebooks. Their topics also included past sexual experiences and even their individual plans for the future. Before they knew it, the sky wasn't that dark anymore. Somewhere, the sun was getting ready for work. She offered to cook him breakfast but he politely declined, opting for a nice cup of coffee instead. He was afraid he had overstayed his welcome, he had said.

She smiled, traces of sleepiness evident in her face. She prepared him a cup and except for a little banter here and there, they were mostly quiet while he drank. He offered to wash his cup after he had finished. She laughed and said that it was okay. He then made his way to the exit. They shared a hug and kissed each other on the lips.

"Bye." he smiled.

"Bye." she smiled back.

Rob looked at his cigarette and realized that he had only taken a few puffs. He inhaled a drag of smoke and blew it in the air. He looked at his watch.

7:45 AM

He picked up his phone and tapped on the messages icon.

"Hey you, I know you're still sleeping. I'll probably hit the sack in a bit, as well. I just wanted to say that I had a great time last night and this morning. If you're not busy later, give me a call. Maybe we can have dinner again or something. Your call. Good morning, Dana."

After sending the text, he went back inside and parked himself in front of the computer. He looked at the screen and closed the window. He searched for the file name and right clicked. He then scrolled down until he reached Delete. He pressed enter and shut down his computer.

He smiled as he headed for his bed.

Some stories, you keep for yourself.