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“Yeah, yeah. I just…uh…stubbed my toe.” As she says this she turns back to look at me as if looking for help. I’m not sure there is anything I can do to help right now. I’m stood at the end of her bed with my hard cock still inside of her. The only thing that doesn’t need to happen right now is for Ruben to come in. If that happens then I am well untruly fucked. As in there is a good chance I wouldn’t see anther day and Ruben would find himself in prison kind of fucked.
“I’m so sorry I ruined your birthday, Con. Wanna have a drink with me, I’ll make it up to you.”
“NO!” she snaps a little too harshly. I’m not sure if it’s in panic at the situation or the fact that I can still feel aftershocks twitching her pussy from her recent orgasm. “I’m just going to go to sleep.”
“Oh, Con, don’t be like that. I said I’m sorry. Come on,” he practically begs. I lightly shake my head at his patheticness. I suddenly realise that the earlier noise must have been him seeing his lady friend out, I glance over at the clock and chuckle to myself. She was obviously shit in the sack if she’s been given the boot already.
“I’m not being like anything. I just want to go to sleeeeep.” The length of this conversation through the door is killing me and my balls. My restraint snaps and I have to start moving halfway through her sentence. I swear my balls are going to explode if I stand still any longer. The feeling along with the amusement of watching Connie trying to keep her cool was definitely worth it.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Ruben asks again.
“Yes, I just want to go to sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” she says harshly.
“Okay,” says a sad voice from the other side of the door. “Night then.”
“Night.”
We both stay stock still for a few minutes while we listen to Ruben move around the kitchen but it’s not long before we hear him head upstairs and we can continue where we left off.
At some point, many hours and even more orgasms later we both fall fast asleep. And it was the best sleep of my life being wrapped around Connie.
Banging coming from the kitchen wakes me with a start.
“Fuck,” I mutter to myself as I start unwrapping Connie’s limbs from my body. I need to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. I wasn’t meant to fall asleep. I intended on holding Connie until she fell asleep then sneaking out. But here I am still in bed with her, it’s light out and I’m listening to Ruben crash about on the other side of the door.
I slide myself out and make quick work of finding my clothes and getting dressed. I can’t help myself, once I’m dressed I head over to where Connie is still fast asleep and kiss her lightly on the forehead.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper before standing and moving over to the window. In seconds I have it open as wide as it will go and I am beginning to climb out. It isn’t a window that was designed to have a fully grown man climb though it but it’s the only choice I have. So after removing a layer of skin from my upper arm and scratching across my back I’m standing on the grass below the window and about to take off across the small garden to make my way home. My walk of shame I guess.
I’ve barely taken two steps before I hear Ruben’s voice.
“Connie, do you want a Coffee?”
I panic and stand back against the stone building. Trying to slim line myself as much as possible.
I can only imagine how ridiculous I look.
I hear a knock before he tries again, “Connie, do you want a…oh.”
Oh fuck. I didn’t look around the room before leaving, please don’t tell me I left any evidence of my visit.
“Shit, Ru, didn’t you want to knock,” Connie says sounding flustered.
“I did.”
“Oh, well, uh…yes please. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Okaaay,” Ruben replies sounding suspicious. I can only presume it’s obvious that Connie has had a late night visitor.
I thank my lucky stars that he hasn’t instantly presumed it was me and that he hasn’t come to find me and take off for home.
Present…
I eventually haul my arse out of bed and go about getting dressed for work. I know I shouldn’t be going with broken ribs but I’m not about to sit at home wasting the day away. I need distraction from the situation with Connie so I’m going to work, even if it means having to deal with Ruben. I made my bed so I need to lay in it and accept the consequences, no matter how much they hurt.
“How’re you doing, son?” Nigel asks when he rings not long after I get to site.
“Not bad, hoping to have the heating running today,” I say referring to the boiler I’ve been installing in the huge Manor House I’ve been working on with my apprentice, Ollie.
