"You know what? I've got a couple of hours. Why don't we get started right away?" She blurted out, to which Bruce could only agree.
They didn't really start right away. In fact, they had been chatting at the kitchen table for well over an hour when Bruce finally made a quip about the dishes. She waved them off dismissively.
"You know what? I think I'm starting to like this place. It's not so bad once you get used to it." She said, finishing by deeply inhaling the musky scent of filth, moldy dishes, and, most prominently, unwashed Bruce. He hardly noticed the smell himself, but was vaguely aware of the fact that he hadn't taken a shower in a few days. She definitely must have picked up on it. But as it was part of the whole 'visit to Bruce' experience, she had started to like it after her session with the necklace.
Three'o'clock came, and it was time for her to go home. They got up and without hesitation she hugged him, pressing her breasts firmly against his chest. She stepped back, looking out the window towards her own home with a little remorse. Then she forced a smile. "This was fun. I can't wait till tomorrow."
"Me neither, I'd love to see more of you." Bruce agreed, slipping in a little innuendo. She reacted with a sly, almost embarrassed giggle, making his heart skip another beat. He couldn't help following her swaying hips as they went back to her own home. She turned around halfway home, saw him staring and giggled again. He thought of the necklace. Tomorrow, he'd have more changes for her in store.
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