What A Wicked Smile

I took the opportunity to text Cass, to see how the hotel work was going. No answer. I guess she was busy. About five minutes later, when I walked back with a new hose, I finally got a message. I regret opening it in public. I had to hide in an alley to let my immediate erection subside. It was an upskirt photo of Cass in a black maid's uniform. No, it was not one of those ridiculous uniforms from p**n, it was a regular work one. But Cass had lifted the skirt up a bit, revealing the bottom of her ass. Though not really, because where her ass was, was also the text "Anyone in need of a maid?" and a sad emoji.

I texted back some very complimentary words for her.

Later when I got back home, both Cass and I were beaten, so we watched some shit Kevin Costner movie, more or less sleeping through the rest of the evening.

For Sunday I had gotten some tickets to a boxing event from Bran, as thanks for the repairs I did. I guess the repairs were much needed. Neither of us really cared for combat sports, but we figured why not. We were doing so much other stuff these days, so why not try something new, even if it wasn't due to any kinks?

Turns out, Bran was not only handing out tickets. He was fighting on the undercard of said event. And it was no small event. The sports center held at least five thousand seats, it looked like. Though, as I said. We knew nothing about the sport. Bran knocked some guy out fast, and the other matches were half-exciting as well.

"Yeah, let's never do that again," Cass laughed as we drove home.

"What, Bran was just being nice giving us tickets? Though, I kinda agree. Not for me."

"He wasn't so nice with the other guy," Cass joked.

When Monday came around, I wasn't ready for the week. We had barely relaxed all weekend, and yet here I was back in the office busting my balls over mundane paperwork. Cass had more assignments at the University, so she was also pretty busy. The spring semester was wrapping up, and so assignments and exams were coming down the pipeline in rapid succession.

Tuesday was Monday copy-paste more or less. The only upside was that we both were diligent enough so that we got home in time to get a good night's sleep, which we hadn't gotten much of lately. Hitting the hay early was a rare luxury.

So having the extra time, we lay in bed talking about our future. We always wanted kids, and me having a steady job, and her masters going so well, now probably was the time. Perhaps as soon as after the wedding, even.

And talking of the wedding.

"I want the night to be special. Our wedding night," Cassandra said. I perked up at that.

"So. I know we're not exactly the wait-until-married type. But perhaps we could make the wait a little more special, in some other way," Cass continued. "What if you were a condom up until our wedding night?"

"What? Why? It's two and a half months away" I asked, hating condoms as most people did. "You're on the pill?"

"To make it special, I told you. The reason is two-fold. One, we've talked about family. You have a job, and my masters is going great. So maybe I want to get off the pill one of these days, you know? But I want to conceive on our honeymoon. I think that would make it extra special," Cass said.

"And the second?" I asked. I was kind of on board already. It was sort of romantic how she put it. We had planned our honeymoon trip to Europe, so all of the romantic elements that entailed certainly added to the thought of making it all special. And I truly wanted it to be special.

"Well. I know denial is sort of a thing you're having," Cassandra said. "Imagine how pent-up you'd be! You would probably knock me up on your first try!"

"Oooh. Well. I can't lie, not loving the idea of condoms, but hey. I'll do it for you. And you're making a lot of sense. It's a nice suggestion," I said, trying to keep it light-hearted.

"It's not a suggestion. You're not getting any of this without a condom!" Cass said, looking me in the eyes with a crooked, wicked smile.

God. She knew. She was such a naughty girl.

*

Wednesday we woke up fully rested for a change. Throughout the workday, Cass kept sending me teasing photos. Sometimes captioned, sometimes not. Ever more daring, though mostly in the comfort of our home. Her hot body made her posing game seem easy. And Cass kept teasing me about the condoms even. I didn't know if that was something she was going to do, but she certainly didn't mind teasing me about not being able to hit her raw for the next two months.

So to say, when I saw Cassandra coming down the corridor through the small window in my office door, I was pretty excited to see her. As she entered my office, I immediately took in the outfit she had been teasing me with for the last few hours. Blue jeans that her thighs and ass filled out nicely, a white crop top, and a loosely fitted zipped-up hoodie.

"Hey there! How's your day been?"

"Better now that you're here. Damn, Cass, that last photo you sent was so fucking delicious, jesus christ. Looking at you now in those tight jeans, even... Fuck I wish I could go home and take you right now."

Cass giggled. Her last photo was her prone in bed with nothing but jeans on, the same she wore now, captioned with "Guess who's not hitting any of this raw! That's you." And I couldn't even do anything about it, as I was at work.

"Oh, you—"

Cass was interrupted by a bang and an unreasonably loud vacuum cleaner roaring behind me. Neil seemed to have come earlier than usual to clean my office. I wonder why.

Cass then looked at me with another wicked smile. What was she up to now?

Neil started stumbling around the office, vacuuming half-heartedly around. He glanced at Cass a few times. After a few minutes of ear torture, Neil shut the thing off. Cass then jumped up and went over to the bin.

"I'll get that for you, sweetie," Cass said with her kindest voice.

Cass slowly bent over at the waist. Her light blue jeans stretched firmly against her firm, muscled ass, hugging those wide-hipped thighs stretching up to her shapely ass. Neil's eyes went wide as he openly looked at how magnificent her ass filled out in those jeans. He even tried to hide adjusting his cock, probably struggling with keeping it down at the awesome display of Cassandra's hot booty.

Cass picked up the bin, slowly rose up, squishing and flexing her ass nicely in the process, and turned with a small jerk in her hips, like she was showing off. She smiled widely as she saw the reactions from both Neil and myself.

"Here you go, big boy," Cass said in an almost sensual way.

"Thanks, miss... ma'am. You're too kind," Neil stuttered. Then a sly smile crossed his fat lips. "And thanks for handing me the bin."

The nerves on that guy!

Neil took the bin and emptied it in the trash on his cart, and hurried out. I couldn't help but notice that he was sporting an obvious tent as he was hurrying out, lazily trying to hide it behind the cart.

"Yep, you definitely got a fan," I laughed as the door closed. Cass smiled widely. "Can you believe he just thanked you?"

"Fuck... Now I'm all turned up!" Cass complained.