The Jasmine

They were supposed to be cleaning. It started out that way. Noiz had already stripped the sheets. Now, she was cleaning the bathroom. Just a simple task, right?

Noiz started by sweeping the floor. Most of the bathroom was emptied out. Mosh was supposed to be cleaning the kitchen. Noiz had her earbuds in, listening to a podcast. She was about finished when someone snuck up behind an embraced her waist. A kiss was planted on her neck. Noiz broke down giggling.

“Mosh-kun, stop!” she said. The mouse boy smiled by her neck.

“Hey there,” he whispered. Noiz gently tried to push him off.

“Come on now,” she said. “We have to clean up the apartment.”

“The kitchen’s already cleaned,” he said. The mouse boy kissed her on the neck again. His girl tried to push him off.

“I’m not done,” she said. Noiz slid out of his grasp. Mosh pinned her to the wall again.

“Well, take a break,” he said. “It won’t kill you.” Mosh leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Noiz put up her hand to push him but stopped. He had a strange power over her.

“We have to clean the flat,” Noiz said.

“Let’s do it later,” Mosh said.

“But…”

“Please?” He kissed her again. “Just a quick one at least.” His mouth moved down to her throat. Noiz closed her eyes and moaned.

“Mmm,” she said. “We need to be cleaning.”

“Please?” Mosh pleaded. His kisses broke her. Noiz moaned as she threw her arms around his neck. His hands moved down to her sides. Mosh slid off the french vanilla short dress. The silk ended up in a heap on the floor. Mosh sat up and slid off his shirt. Noiz swallowed back her drool.

“Wow,” she murmured. Mosh chuckled.

“You like this, huh?” he asked. The mouse unzipped his jeans. “This is better than cleaning, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Noiz moaned. Mosh slid off his jeans and threw them aside. He leaned down and kissed his girl on the lips. Noiz happily kissed back. His tongue slipped into her mouth. It didn’t take long for her to reciprocate the taste. How many times have they done this? It didn’t matter to her. It tasted good no matter how many times they did it.

Mosh’s hands slipped behind her back. His fingers got to quick work on the hooks hidden in the black lace. Her bra ended up tossed across the room. Same thing happened to her panties. Mosh sat up and slid off his boxers.

“Now for some real cleaning,” he said. The mouse boy slid himself into her. Noiz moaned as his tongue slid back into her mouth.

Secretly, she enjoyed these moments. London went in a straight line for her. The kitty didn’t notice how boring it felt. Mainly because the city felt like vacation land. She turned her brain off when she came to London. Mosh seemed to wake her up in her life in England.

“Oh! More! More!” Noiz cried. She threw her arms around Mosh’s neck as he pounded faster and harder. He nibbled on her neck again. Her eyes rolled up towards the ceiling.

“Yes!” Noiz cried. “Yes! Oh!” Mosh went as fast as his body could go before he reached his climax. The mouse boy collapsed beside her. Both lay on the bathroom floor, panting. The couple looked at each other. Mosh broke into a huge smile.

“Now isn’t this better than cleaning?” he asked.

“Mmm,” Noiz said. She turned her head to the ceiling. Well, there went an afternoon of cleaning down the drain. Somehow, it was all worth it though.

Happy Wasted Day