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His eyes are getting heavy as he sits leaned back on the sofa, in front of him the same news is running across the TV screen for the third time. It has been a long day at work. Or well, just a day, really. But he is exhausted, nonetheless. The glass of red wine in his hand is leaning dangerously to the right, aiming at the crotch of his washed-out jeans.

Suddenly, a cold breeze brushes over his neck as the door to the apartment opens and closes. He shivers before he blinks a few times, and his eyes open. His eyes grow wide as he sees the tilting wine glass and he manages to catch it a millisecond before disaster, putting it down on the coffee table.

Just as he wonders what woke him, he hears someone behind him. It’s light and almost soundless footsteps. A pair of slim arms wrap around him from behind, and he smiles as her face with the cold nose presses against the side of his neck.

“Hey, you,” she says with her cute voice.

“Hey, you,” he responds sleepily, yet delighted.

Her arms hug him tight, and he holds on tight to them. He has needed her embrace, her presence, all day.

"Let me go change and I'll join you," she says, kissing his neck sweetly.

But as her arms trail up over her chest, he turns on the sofa and grabs her waist. She squeals delighted as he pulls her over the back of the sofa, and down next to him. She smiles happily as he pulls her close to him and his body forms the big spoon. He lies momentarily inhaling her scent and feeling her soft ...

... and silky-smooth hair against his face.

Then his fingers grow a conscience, and he becomes aware of how her body heat seems to flow in slow waves through the fabric of the wrap-around dress she is wearing. His fingers tighten around the fabric, and she glances down at them.

"You wore this to the Petersen’s barbeque last week, didn’t you?” he asks as he trails her curves, from her thigh to her shoulder.

“Yes,” she replies surprised. “Do you remember that?”

“I almost couldn’t take my eyes off your legs the entire day,” he says with a reminiscent smirk.

“Really?”

She is surprised but flattered. She turns a little on the sofa looking up at him.

“Uh yes! You have such… leggy legs.”

She narrows her eyes at him, giving him an amused squint and wry smile.

“Leggy legs?”

She laughs as he rolls his eyes. He pushes her onto her side again and nestles comfortably down behind her. His crotch is right up against her amazing ass. He wraps an arm around her, and she latch onto it.

As she snuggles up to him, she can’t resist. Innocently, she stretches her leg. Her ass presses back up against his crotch. She holds it there for a few seconds, stretching her entire body. He smiles into her hair as his cock stirs awake in his jeans. He responds to the pressure with his own and can feel how his cock finds that wonderful cleft between her ass-cheeks and presses in between them. She won’t have any doubt about what she is doing to him right now.

But then she relaxes ...