enola_special-day-off

A SPECIAL DAY OFF by Enola

“You didn’t like it, did you?” asked Sondra as she left the cinema with James,
“No, I like it. It was erm...good, kinda bloody but good. Well made and those actors were great. Yeah, a good film.”
Sondra couldn’t help giggling at his ironic comment. “I lost count of how many times you startled in your chair, the times you said ‘fuck!’ and ‘oh Jesus!’”
“What can I say? That’s not the kind of films I prefer and not the kind of films to watch at the cinema.”
“Yes, I know. Watching them at home is different. You can keep the lights on, you can stop the dvd on the scariest scenes or even stop watching it at all!”
“Uh uh uh! You’re not funny. Stop teasing. Next time you wanna see a horror film we’ll do iy at home!”

That was the first time Sondra and James went out together. They had met three months ago at Greg and Helen’s. Sondra came from the States and was one of Helen’s co-workers while James and Greg had been friends for ages. At that time James was dating Lauren, Helen’s older sister, who soon had become one of Sondra’s best friends. After that evening Sondra and James never met again and a couple of weeks later she had learnt from Lauren herself that the two of them had stopped seeing each other. Two months later, around a week before their first date, Sondra and James had met by chance at a pub. She was sitting alone having a pint and he had approached her.

“You’re Helen’s friend, aren’t you?” he had said, “The American who fled from the U.S. when Bush was re-elected.”
“Yeah, it’s just me!” Sondra at smiled at him. “You’ve got a good memory.”
“I also remember that you’re crazy about horror films. Your name’s on the tip of my tongue – don’t tell me!”
“Ok, I won’t. I wanna see how good your memory is!
“I might surprise you. How come you are all alone?”
Sondra had replied that she was waiting for some friends who had got stuck in traffic, so she had invited him to sit down.
“Thank you Sondra,” he grinned, “your name was somewhere inside my head. I just needed a minute to recollect it.”

They had talked for half an hour and both of them had enjoyed chatting with each other. Soon after she had got a text from one of her friends saying they were coming, James had suggested seeing again for a drink. Sondra had been pleased about that but had replied that since Lauren was one friend of hers it would haven’t been fair. Although deeply disappointed, James had understood her reasons.

“You silly cow!” Lauren had been disbelieving when Sondra had told her that she had met James and had refused his invitation. “Why the hell did you say no to him?”
“Because the two of you’ve gone out together and I thought it would haven’t been nice towards you.”
“Honey, me and James have stopped seeing each other because we’ve realised we wouldn’t have gone anywhere, but we still are friends. You have NO reason not to go out with him.”
James had called Sondra the next day and they had planned to go and see a film together.

Some evening later, Sondra had dinner at James’s and later they watched one of the films she had brought with her. They sat comfortably on the couch eating some popcorn. A lamp behind them was on.
“Oh Jesus! He cut her head off!” said James in horror about a quarter later. Sondra turned around and saw a grimace of disgust in his face. “Wasn’t it the less scary?”
“It is indeed. In one of the others there’s this guy who slaughters his parents with a razor after pulling out their nails with a pair of pliers and…”
“Please Sondra stop it if you don’t want me to puke my dinner in front of you,” threatened James visibly annoyed by her tale.
“I’m sorry,” she giggled reaching for the remote control, so she stopped the dvd player.
“How can you like such films? You are a woman, you should like soppy and romantic stuff.”
“Who said I don’t?”
James took some popcorn and threw it at her, “So why the fuck are we watching this shit?”
“HEY!” screamed Sondra covering her face with her hands. “I thought you would’ve laughed at me if I had wanted to watch something that would make me cry.”
“Believe me, I’d never do it. I cry watching films with dogs!”
“Are you serious?”
“Yep, I admit it – dogs films make me cry like a kid! Are you going to tease me for this too now?”
“Aww! That’s so cute!” smiled Sondra, “it’s nice to know that there are men who aren’t afraid of showing their weaknesses like crying because of a movie.”

Sondra and James ended up watching a soppy moving film on Sky. They got closer to each other and for one hour and a half they kept silent. She rested her head over his shoulder and, every now and then, she wiped her eyes.
“It was nice, wasn’t it?”
“Yep, better than that shit you made me watch earlier for sure.”
Sondra took James’s hand and had a glance at his watch. “Time to go or I think I’ll fall asleep in here.” She yawned putting one hand before her mouth.
“That wouldn’t be a bad idea at all. It’s pouring down with rain, then you don’t have to work tomorrow after all.”
She lifted her head and watch him. “That’s a very pathetic excuse. You’re just scared of staying alone, aren’t you?”
“It’s your fault,” smiled James sticking his index finger out at her, “if you hadn’t put that damn film on I wouldn’t. I don’t think I’d get a wink of sleep if you left. I know what you’re thinking now but you got it wrong. I have no other aim.”
“Do you have a spare toothbrush?”

When Sondra returned to the lounge James was arranging a couple of pillows on the couch since they had decided to sleep there after he had had assured her it was very comfortable. She lay on her side then he joined her and covered both with a blanket.

The smell of coffee woke Sondra at some time after nine. She stretched and yawned but didn’t get up at once; that was her day off and she wanted to take it easy. When she finally entered the kitchen James was smoking, his hair was wet and messy. She went closer to him and kissed his cheek. He smelt good.
“How did you sleep?” she asked
“I can’t complain, you?”
“Very good. Pity it’s already morning.”
“If you wanna take a shower it’s no problem.”
“Oh god, a nice shower would just be great but I don’t have a change.”
“I’ll give you one of my t-shirts. As for the rest, I mean your erm…well, my washing machine washes and dries in less than one hour.”
“Cool!”

Breakfast was set on a tray over the coffee table in the lounge. Sondra sat down next to James and spread some cherry jam on a slice of toast. Some moments later he got up and, carrying his mug of coffee, he went and sat on a chair, then he lit a cigarette.
“Why did you move over there?” Since she also smoked that wasn’t the reason he went away from her.
“Erm, it’s too tempting,” he said without looking at her.
“What’s tempting?” she questioned licking some jam off her finger.
He didn’t answer. She got up and went closer. “Can I steal one of your fags?”
“Course you can,” he said softly still not watching her.
“What’s too tempting?” she asked again as she lit up.
“You,” he cleared his throat and went on mumbling, “I mean the fact that erm, well you know, you’ve got nothing under…erm…”
A soft laugh escaped from her mouth. He was embarrassed and looked extremely cute. “C’mon don’t be silly! Come and sit down next to me.” She grabbed him by the hand and pulled him until he stood up not too much willingly and followed her to the couch.

James filled his mug with more coffee and took a sip of it.
“What are you thinking about?” asked Sondra puffing at her cigarette,
He looked down and breathed, “You’d better not to know.”
“You’re thinking about something dirty then. Tell me or I’m going to tickle you!”
“Use your imagination.”
“It wouldn’t be the same. Come on speak. I won’t get angry if that’s what worries you.”
“You won. I’d like to have a look under your t-shirt”
“Okay, look!” Sondra put her finger in the opening of her t-shirt around the neck and pulled it. James turned towards her and watched her for permission. When she said again he could take a look he went closer and gazed at her nice bare breasts.

“Did you like what you’ve seen?”
James raised his look and smiled pleased, “Very very nice.”
Sondra fondled his cheek and her lips brushed his. Soon they were lying on the couch, James over her. His hand ventured slowly beneath her t-shirt but she didn’t stop him. She quivered at the gentle touch of his hand; her nipple got hard between his expert fingers. Sondra broke the kiss, pushed him away a bit with her hand and took her t-shirt off, so she pulled him back towards her. They went on kissing, then James’s mouth searched for her nipple. He sucked at it gently making her moan softly. His mouth continued its journey down her body kissing every inch of her smooth velvety skin. He pulled her stretchy pants off leaving her completely exposed. He buried his face between her legs and his tongue begin to torture her clit pleasantly. James entered Sondra with his skilful tongue forcing her to scream in delight as an orgasm ran through her body.

Once she had recovered, Sondra sat next to James and snuggled up to him. “Thanks James. It was amazing.”
“My pleasure babe,” said James putting an arm around her, “you’re very juicy.”
“C’mon get up – I’ve got a present for you!”
He obeyed without saying a word; his eyes sparkled in anticipation. She undid his blue jeans and pulled them down.
“Oh my!” she gasped when she also lowered his boxers, “you’re well ahem equipped in this area!” She ran her tongue along his shaft making him quiver with pleasure. He stroked her hair and urged her not to stop. She carefully licked the tip of his hard penis and, finally, took him gradually into her mouth. When he came, uttering low and prolonged groans of ecstasy, she swallowed his semen till the last drop.

James sat back on the couch and, still panting, he gave Sondra a long kiss, so he pushed her down and entered her gently. She felt him getting harder and bigger inside her as he rocked his pelvis rhythmically. After their intense intercourse they lay close smoking.
“That was definitely the best shag since I’ve been here,” sighed Sondra still impressed by his sexual abilities,
“Sounds interesting. How many men have you slept with?”
“Only with you, but I seriously doubt that someone else could do better than you!”
James blushed slightly. “I’m flattered.”
“Was it good for you?”
“Much more than good I’d say. I particularly appreciated that pressie you gave me. And you know, I was wondering if I could get another later.” His gorgeous brown eyes sparkled with lust.
“Well, since you loved it so much, you can get one at once and another later. It’s my day off after all.”

The end.

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