A Brief Interlude (Pt 2 of 9) (F27/F29) (Lactation, Shibari, Waxplay) – Short Sex Story

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Amy’s apartment was **nice**. It was on the 30th floor of her high-rise and had an amazing corner view of the city, now a starry black expanse with small pools of light revealing tiny cars still criss-crossing through intersections. The apartment itself was not huge but very homey. The floors were wood textured with ample rugs, and the space was neatly divided between the kitchen, living area, and what she assumed was the bedroom, separated by those folding dressing room walls off in a corner. There was only one other room, likely the bathroom, on the opposite side. The furniture, on the other hand, all seemed to be sleek, black leather and stylishly new.

“Watch out!” Amy warned, a moment too late, as a large gray tabby ran up and headbutted Sam in the shins. “Lucy! Stop that,” Amy chided. The cat paused a moment before glancing up at Sam in disdain for having the audacity to not be her owner. The cat wasn’t nearly big enough to have upset her balance, but Sam thought if she didn’t bowl Amy right over.

“Is that Azey I see hiding behind the chair over there?” Sam asked, looking up and seeing two yellow eyes peering back at her from the dark.

“Yep, that’s her. She’s still super shy,” replied Amy as she shrugged out of and hung up her jacket and keys, revealing the skin-tight, sleeveless black turtleneck she was wearing underneath. *Well, one thing on her definitely grew. Damn!* Sam wondered, eyeing her friend’s chest.

“I haven’t seen her since she was just a kitten! I think the last time I saw her, she was making off with one of my socks,” Sam added aloud with a laugh, kicking her shoes off and lining them up neatly-breaking her gaze away before Amy noticed.

Amy laughed along with her and said, “Feel free to set your stuff down wherever. I’ll put it in the bedroom for you. Did you want to shower while I work on dinner?” Amy asked. “I bet it would be nice to feel clean after that long on a train.”

“Yeah, a shower would be really nice,” Sam responded as she set her bags down as far out of the way as she could, before unzipping one and sifting through it for her toiletries and some clean clothes to change into.

As she looked, Sam glanced up momentarily and asked, “Hey Ames, how did you get your hands on this great apartment? The view is amazing!”

Amy laughed as she started taking bowls and cooking utensils out of their cupboards and set them on her kitchen table. “Oh, haha, do you remember me talking about Dana?”

“Yeah I think so,” answered Sam, “the one who broke up with you over the cats?”

“No, that was Don. Dana was before – anyway, we had been dating for awhile. We decided to move in together, but both of us hated our apartments. We each did our own apartment hunting. I looked through online listings and called real estate agents. Dana, apparently, just started looking at apartments she liked and seeing if their tenants were hot. She found this one, owned by some young tech billionaire or something, and “convinced” him,” she stopped and did air quotes around the word “convinced” with a smirk, “to let us have the place, as he had ten more just like it. She eventually left me for him, but she let me keep the apartment as an apology.”

“Ahh,” answered Sam, “*convinced*, eh?”

“Haha, yeah, the old ‘beg for something mid-blowjob’ routine always works. It was hot to watch, too” clarified Amy.

Sam blushed at the wondered, though she didn’t regret asking. Sam recalled that Amy had at all times been very trendy with both guys and girls, and she tended to discover people who had a similar magnetism.

When Samantha had finally gathered up her toiletries and clothes, a graphic tee with a glittery sugar skull on it, slim jeans, and a matching set of dark red bra and cute lacy panties, she stood and stretched, letting out a yawn. She wondered she caught Amy staring for just a second before she scurried back to the busywork of the kitchen.

“Do you want any help before I head to the shower?” Sam asked, looking at the wide variety of dishes and ingredients now laying out.

“Hun, I’m a professional chef,” Amy retorted. “I’ve got it. You go on and shower off all the dirt and sleepiness from travel. There should be a clean towel hanging up on the rod.”

Sam nodded and shuffled toward the bathroom.

“Oh, shit! Wait! Wait, wait. I think I forgot to put something away!” Amy yelled, rushing past her into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. Sam heard a *schluck* and a cabinet door swinging open and closed before Amy returned. “Sorry!” she said, and ushered Sam into the room. Sam could swear Amy was blushing just a little bit in the tips of her cute little ears.

NSFW: yes


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