I'd never tell her, but I really just wanted an excuse to start drinking, heavily. As I walk over to the tub she knows the drill well enough to disrobe herself, revealing her swimsuit underneath. I knew she'd be wearing it its half the reason she came over. Seeing her brown body in its black swimsuit is so refreshing. Still though the thought of seeing that dark brown, dark haired beauty in next to nothing gets me to stop in my tracks if only for a moment as I breathe deeply through my nose, exhaling as I look her over fully. She really does take care of that figure, better than anyone I know.
I waste no time in setting the decanter and glass on the corner of my tub as my hands deftly reach for my belt, pulling its buckle loose with ease, not even needing to look or use more than one hand anymore. A quick tug to the clasp holding my pants up, and at once they fall to my feet as I step out of them and once again re-enter the water. Lhea wouldn't mind seeing me in the nude but I opt to leave my smallclothes on. Besides if I know her the first thing shes going to do in stand in front of me as I relax on the bench, giving me a moment to admire her before taking her place on my lap as we start to drink in earnest.
As usual I'm not wrong and she sits in her familiar spot, landing on my with a bit of a hop, as I pour the glass full of the deeply aromatic amber colored liquor and immediately drain half of it. Two full sips, drinking the 'expensive' liquor with no pomp or circumstance, eager to let it mix in with my 'sugar' from earlier enhancing how I currently feel. She takes the glass from my hand after I am through and just barely takes a sip, the contents of the glass hardly streaming into her mouth as she twitches her ears, still unaccustomed to drinking something heavy, especially this early in the morning.
Eager to lose a bit more of my sobriety, I cup my hands, holding Lhea's with the glass in her hand as I bring our hands up to my mouth, draining the rest of the glass at once. Approximately four onze's of liquor in moments. It sits on my stomach with a heat as it all goes down, churning my breakfast about. I won't lie, even someone like me who drinks enough to kill lesser men, even with much all at once will make the stomach go into turmoil. I always drink too much too fast, but I'm a busy man with little time and I have a need to not be sober most hours of most days as I work and womanize, socialize, and terrorize those who need it.
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I waste no time in setting the decanter and glass on the corner of my tub as my hands deftly reach for my belt, pulling its buckle loose with ease, not even needing to look or use more than one hand anymore. A quick tug to the clasp holding my pants up, and at once they fall to my feet as I step out of them and once again re-enter the water. Lhea wouldn't mind seeing me in the nude but I opt to leave my smallclothes on. Besides if I know her the first thing shes going to do in stand in front of me as I relax on the bench, giving me a moment to admire her before taking her place on my lap as we start to drink in earnest.
As usual I'm not wrong and she sits in her familiar spot, landing on my with a bit of a hop, as I pour the glass full of the deeply aromatic amber colored liquor and immediately drain half of it. Two full sips, drinking the 'expensive' liquor with no pomp or circumstance, eager to let it mix in with my 'sugar' from earlier enhancing how I currently feel. She takes the glass from my hand after I am through and just barely takes a sip, the contents of the glass hardly streaming into her mouth as she twitches her ears, still unaccustomed to drinking something heavy, especially this early in the morning.
Eager to lose a bit more of my sobriety, I cup my hands, holding Lhea's with the glass in her hand as I bring our hands up to my mouth, draining the rest of the glass at once. Approximately four onze's of liquor in moments. It sits on my stomach with a heat as it all goes down, churning my breakfast about. I won't lie, even someone like me who drinks enough to kill lesser men, even with much all at once will make the stomach go into turmoil. I always drink too much too fast, but I'm a busy man with little time and I have a need to not be sober most hours of most days as I work and womanize, socialize, and terrorize those who need it.
[Post in progress. To be continued...]
