I stepped out of the bathroom that was filled with steam and the smell of my aftershave with the feeling the shower hadn't done much for me that morning. Marie was walking around the kitchen her long hair following like a light veil. Her walk was restless, but her laughter filled the flat when she was listing things she needed to take with her to Rome. "Oh and Bowie, don't forget to feed the cat", she continued while pouring me a big cup of coffee. "I won't, don't worry."
My eyelids felt heavy after last night. Nothing a cup or two of coffee won't fix, I assured myself, but that didn't change anything. Marie's packing was as lively and noisy as she was. She wasn't done when the doorbell rang at nine. Her shy and apologetic boyfriend joined me for coffee in the kitchen and I offered him some of my homemade carrot cake. "You look tired. She kept you up all night, didn't she?" "I was out late last night. You know what that means. She hasn't had the chance to talk to anyone." The boy let out a small sigh and smiled "Your sister won't let me finish a word for the first couple of hours." I smiled back and finished my cup of coffee watching Marie look for her passport.
At half past nine I finally waved the blue Fiat goodbye. It was almost possible to hear Marie's voice still echoing from the walls. My younger sister had been staying with me for eight months and was as much a part of the place as the paintings on the walls or the big white sofa in the living room. If any of them was gone for a day or two, I tended to notice immediately. I was happy to have her as company. I wouldn't have been lonely without her, but with her there, I was anything but. Still, her two-week holiday in Rome was a welcome break for both of us.
I poured myself what was left of the coffee and went to my study. The computer asked for my password and then allowed me to open a case file. I scanned through it looking for anything I might have missed before. I had a meeting with some of the guys from work and a lawyer who had flown all the way from Madrid at 11 and I didn't want to sound unprepared. Nothing had appeared over night, so there were 40 minutes to waste before the meeting. With a bit of hesitation I clicked on the bookmark for my favourite erotica site. I was so used to Marie watching over my shoulder, I felt a bit uncomfortable about doing this on a Monday morning. It had been a while since my last chance to visit the site and my favourite story had two new chapters. It was a romantic story about a young gay couple that met through someone's match making. While the storyline made me slightly jealous of the two, after all I had no one around me who was that interested in my love life; I enjoyed the structure and the spirit of the story. I was not as willing to admit it, but the hot sex scenes carried some weight too.
The story described the young men's perfect bodies and the passion with which they kissed and caressed. My loose home jeans suddenly felt too tight and I opened them to give myself some room. I sucked in every word imagining myself kissing a gorgeous man. Our lips would touch softly; I could feel his hot breath. His tongue would search for an opportunity to pass my lips and I would let him guide me into a deep kiss. My hand took hold of my now hard cock and I started masturbating to the idea of the perfect man. His lips were now travelling down to my neck, collarbone and finally nipple. I twisted my left nipple slightly and it was instantly hard. The pleasure of it sent shivers down my spine and a moan escaped from my lips. Scared of such a sudden loud noise I sat up in the chair and listened, my heart beating a little faster, for any sound that would confirm someone could still hear me. There was nothing.
I read more of the story and slowly let myself sink back into the fantasy. The lips of my lover travelled further down over my abs and stomach. He caressed my thighs and took a hold of my legs to support him while his hungry lips gave small kisses on the whole length of my cock. My hand was moving faster and faster and I was getting louder. My moans were so loud I could hardly recognise them as mine after learning to keep quiet around my sister. Needless to say, I had not been close to anyone for quite a while. In between the fantasy I read a couple of sentences of the story. My cock was hard as stone and I was ready to explode any minute. The face of the man sucking my cock started to take a familiar shape and although I had tried a lot not to think of him, I didn't hold myself back this time. "Oh, Matt!" My hand was flying up and down as I imagined my childhood best friend down on his knees in front of me. Just as I was about to cum, my phone started ringing. "Oh fuck..." I let go of my cock knowing that would be work and probably important and answered: "Bowie Nichols"
"Hello Bowie, it's Andrew. How are you?" I was not often frustrated with Andy, but I could have said something nasty to him right then. We had a short discussion about the day's meeting. We agreed to be there early as our man from Madrid had taken the early plane and was already there waiting. "See you shortly, Andy." I put down the phone and looked at my still semi-hard cock. "Shit." There was no time to finish, so I got out of the jeans and shirt I had been wearing and changed into something more appropriate. I didn't want a business look, so I didn't wear a tie and chose a light pink shirt.
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