The Protege chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 4

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I slowly moved my thumb, back and forth on her back letting her know, I was awake and aware. But the signal never came, and the travel fatigue kicked in. I drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the sight of her blue eyes looking at me, again? Or did they never stop?

She smiled, "Good morning sunshine."

That had been a saying of ours. Neither of us were morning people nor could we understand how people like Robin Meade could be so cheery so early. I will chalk it up to morning haze, but completely without thought, I cupped her cheek leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. "Mmmm, Good Morning." I sighed.

As I was about to extend my tongue, I became conscious of my actions and pulled back to see her eyes closed and mouth slightly open. I immediately rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 10:17AM.

The kiss was far more than a peck but at least I controlled my tongue at the last second. Without looking back I rolled out and stood up. "Holly shit the Movers will be here soon."

I turned around and she laid there confused and disheveled. "I even told Ghalib we would use him for a shopping day. How soon can you be ready?"

She hesitated and thought. "30 minutes."

"OK, I'll let him know." I texted Ghalib and ran to the shower.

With all the activity of the day, we managed to avoid any discussion or sharing of thoughts about "The Kiss". Saturday night the movers had moved everything and put it in its place including the clothing in her ...

... drawers and closets.

That evening she spent time putting things in final order and with her bed in place there were no awkward sleeping arrangements.

Ironically, as we showered. Cynthia began a new wave of sexual communications spurred on by my text the night before.

She had replied to my text earlier.

Cynthia: Business phone! Check your personal e-mail

About an hour later she sent another

Cynthia: You must be sleeping in?

At 11:15 I replied from the cab.

Me: Sorry, just go this. Message received. :)

Crap, it didn't even occur to me when I sent the text the work phones are visible to the company.

I had a personal cell phone linked to my personal mail. When I pulled it up wow!

Cynthia: You miss me terribly?... See pic one. You owe me some attention Ms. Carmichael. See pic two. This should be your tongue!

Pic one was a photo from her Belly button to mid-thigh. She was wearing my pink thong with her hand inside. Her fingers were visible through the cloth except for the middle finger apparently penetrating her.

Pic two showed her sans panties with two fingers buried. I had no idea how she took the pics but wow! Her pussy lips were shimmering with moisture. Luckily Stacey was talking to her parents and oblivious to the pics on my phone.

Me: Not fair!

Cynthia: Not fair? You still owe me six orgasms!

Me: True...

I turned away from Stacey and snapped a selfie with my tongue extended. I was getting turned on by the minute. I sent the ...