Not All Who Wander are Lost by Shannon Cahill

actually brought a woman up to his apartment before. His was a little apprehensive. He kept wondering if he had picked up his dirty laundry and remembered I had been a while since he’d vacuumed. He knew his apartment was a pretty typical bachelor pad—milk crate bookcases and second hand furniture. He had a great TV and sound system, but that only made it more of a man cave.
     
    He opened the door. Crimson looked around, her face unreadable. There were dirty clothes on the couch, but only a few. Finn swept them aside so she could sit. “Sorry about that,” he apologized. “I don’t have many visitors.”
     
    Crimson smiled and patted the seat next to her. Finn gladly took it. “How was your day?” he asked.
     
    “Fine. Quiet. I watched some television, did my dishes. Nothing strenuous. You?”
     
    “I spent all afternoon working on Mrs. Johnson’s brakes. It was a real laugh riot.” Finn quipped.
     
    “Kate called me.”
     
    “Oh.”
     
    “She mentioned that you stopped by this morning. She suggested I come by and see how you were doing.”
     
    “She did, did she, why?”
     
    “She thought you might be upset about something.” Crimson said, with concern. “I just thought, well, you are not upset about last night are you?”
     
    “God no!” Finn exclaimed. “Last night was great. I, wait, you’re not upset about it are you?”
     
    Crimson leaned up to kiss him. “Do I look upset?” she purred.
     
    “You look you need to be kissed. And you are wearing way too many clothes,” Finn said. To prove his point, kissed her neck and slid his hand up under her sweater to cup her breast. “This sweater is seriously in my way,” he said pulling it over her head. “What is this? More layers. Are you cold?”
     
    “Not anymore,” Crimson replied and pulled off her camisole. He could see that her nipples were hard beneath the sexy black bra she still had on. He took one in his mouth, tonguing it through the silky fabric.
     
    “On second thought, leave this on, I like it.”
     
    “Really?”
     
    “MMM…” Finn started to kiss his way down her belly.
     
    “And what exactly do you think you are doing?” Crimson teased.
     
    “I thought I would see if the panties match the bra.”
     
    “Nope. I’m wearing the cows you wanted to see.”
     
    “Show me!” Finn demanded playfully.
     
    Crimson stood and slowly unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. “You like?”
     
    “I’m still deciding. Turn around and bend over for me.” Crimson eagerly complied. “Very much.” Finn never imagined that he could be so turned on by a pair of demure cotton panties covered in cows. He stood up behind her pulled her up to him, kissing the back of her neck. Caressing her breasts, his gently licked her ear. He felt a slight magical tingle as her glamour slipped just a little, revealing the delicate point, just for a moment. His hand moved down into her panties feeling her slick center. Crimson moaned and leaned her head back against him.
     
    He gently nudged her forward to the couch. Crimson grabbed the back of the couch and planted her knees on the edge. “You have a magnificent ass, “Finn growled. He ran his finger from her knee, up her inner thigh, and pushed her panties aside. She was hot and wet. He slipped his finger inside.  Crimson arched up to meet him as he moved it slowly.  Finn went to his knees and pulled her panties down to the tops of her boots. His tongue traced the path his finger had and until he tasted her.
     
    Crimson panted. “Do you like that?” He asked. Crimson could hardly speak, “Uh huh,” she whispered.
     
    “Turn around.” Crimson turned and lay back on the couch. Finn carefully removed her panties, keeping her boots on. Crimson spread her legs, resting one on the arm of the couch, allowing him better access.  She ran her hands down her body, caressing her breasts. Finn felt himself grow even harder at the sight of her hands on her body.