Rich.”
This was going
to be the best vacation ever.
Rich woke up to the smell of coffee brewing. Glancing at the clock on
his bedside table he smiled, it was after eleven. Damn it felt good not having
to wake up to an alarm. The others were probably gone by now so he could only
assume Angie was the one assaulting his senses with the delicious scent. He
didn’t bother with a shirt, throwing on a pair of sweats and making a quick
stop in the bathroom to brush his teeth and relieve the pressure on his
bladder.
He found her standing near the sink drizzling syrup on a rolled up
pancake. He took a moment to drink in the site of her. Her hair was wavy and it
appeared she hadn’t done much more than run her fingers through it before
coming downstairs. She was still only dressed in her baggy t-shirt which
exposed a fair amount of thigh. “Good morning.”
Angie jumped with surprise, “You’re just in time for coffee. And someone
made pancakes. They’re cold but I don’t care.” She took a huge bite and walked
over to him as she chewed, “Want some?” She mumbled as she gave the syrup
bottle a little shake.
“I’m good, thanks.”
She swallowed and tipped her head at him, licking her lips. How could he
resist that? He leaned in for a kiss surprised when she beat him to the chase,
pressing her mouth to his before biting his lower lip playfully. He gasped and
she shoved the remaining pancake in his mouth, laughing.
“You play dirty. I like it.” He finally said when he’d swallowed. He
tried to grab the syrup, all sorts of naughty ideas popping into his mind, but
she twisted out of reach.
“Oh no you don’t, I don’t want to get all sticky.” After opening a few
cabinets she grabbed two coffee cups, filling them both before offering one to
him.
“Did you sleep well?” He took his first sip and eased into a chair at
the small breakfast table in the corner.
“Yes, better than I have in months.” She joined him at the table after
finding an almost-empty bag of sugar, pouring the contents into her coffee.
“Sorry, did you want some?”
“I’m good.” He sipped, the realization dawning on him that they were
completely alone. He shifted in his chair, attempting to adjust his hard-on.
After several long moments of awkward silence Angie tipped her head to
the side and narrowed her eyes, “What are you thinking about?”
“What would you like to do today?” He deflected her question, not sure
she was ready to hear the answer yet.
“As your not-so-subtle brother pointed out, we have the place to
ourselves for a while.” She met his gaze, “I’m sure we could think of something
to do.”
He chuckled, leaning back in the chair until the front legs lifted off
the floor, “Are you trying to seduce me Angel?”
“Maybe, what if I am?” She challenged, standing.
His coffee forgotten, he focused on her mouth, “This isn’t a race. You
don’t always have to beat me to the finish line.”
“Does that mean we’re actually going to get to the finish line this
time?” She taunted, moving closer.
“I perform best after a warm up.” He tugged at the hem of her t-shirt,
pulling the fabric tight against her breasts, “I can think of a few ways I’d
like to warm up with you.”
She smiled, her eyes trailing down his chest to the bulge in his pants,
“You look ready enough to me. If not, maybe this will help.” She pulled her
shirt from his grasp, lifting it over her head in one quick motion.
Unable to resist, his eyes scanned her body, nearly naked in his
kitchen. Focusing on her small pink nipples, he licked his lips in
anticipation. None of his fantasies had prepared him for the real thing, for
this woman in front of him, offering herself to him. She was surprisingly
toned, her waist narrow and her hips flaring out beautifully. Without his
conscious command he was on his feet, pulling her close. The feel of her firm,
pert breasts against his chest caused his cock lengthen, hardening almost
This was going
to be the best vacation ever.
Rich woke up to the smell of coffee brewing. Glancing at the clock on
his bedside table he smiled, it was after eleven. Damn it felt good not having
to wake up to an alarm. The others were probably gone by now so he could only
assume Angie was the one assaulting his senses with the delicious scent. He
didn’t bother with a shirt, throwing on a pair of sweats and making a quick
stop in the bathroom to brush his teeth and relieve the pressure on his
bladder.
He found her standing near the sink drizzling syrup on a rolled up
pancake. He took a moment to drink in the site of her. Her hair was wavy and it
appeared she hadn’t done much more than run her fingers through it before
coming downstairs. She was still only dressed in her baggy t-shirt which
exposed a fair amount of thigh. “Good morning.”
Angie jumped with surprise, “You’re just in time for coffee. And someone
made pancakes. They’re cold but I don’t care.” She took a huge bite and walked
over to him as she chewed, “Want some?” She mumbled as she gave the syrup
bottle a little shake.
“I’m good, thanks.”
She swallowed and tipped her head at him, licking her lips. How could he
resist that? He leaned in for a kiss surprised when she beat him to the chase,
pressing her mouth to his before biting his lower lip playfully. He gasped and
she shoved the remaining pancake in his mouth, laughing.
“You play dirty. I like it.” He finally said when he’d swallowed. He
tried to grab the syrup, all sorts of naughty ideas popping into his mind, but
she twisted out of reach.
“Oh no you don’t, I don’t want to get all sticky.” After opening a few
cabinets she grabbed two coffee cups, filling them both before offering one to
him.
“Did you sleep well?” He took his first sip and eased into a chair at
the small breakfast table in the corner.
“Yes, better than I have in months.” She joined him at the table after
finding an almost-empty bag of sugar, pouring the contents into her coffee.
“Sorry, did you want some?”
“I’m good.” He sipped, the realization dawning on him that they were
completely alone. He shifted in his chair, attempting to adjust his hard-on.
After several long moments of awkward silence Angie tipped her head to
the side and narrowed her eyes, “What are you thinking about?”
“What would you like to do today?” He deflected her question, not sure
she was ready to hear the answer yet.
“As your not-so-subtle brother pointed out, we have the place to
ourselves for a while.” She met his gaze, “I’m sure we could think of something
to do.”
He chuckled, leaning back in the chair until the front legs lifted off
the floor, “Are you trying to seduce me Angel?”
“Maybe, what if I am?” She challenged, standing.
His coffee forgotten, he focused on her mouth, “This isn’t a race. You
don’t always have to beat me to the finish line.”
“Does that mean we’re actually going to get to the finish line this
time?” She taunted, moving closer.
“I perform best after a warm up.” He tugged at the hem of her t-shirt,
pulling the fabric tight against her breasts, “I can think of a few ways I’d
like to warm up with you.”
She smiled, her eyes trailing down his chest to the bulge in his pants,
“You look ready enough to me. If not, maybe this will help.” She pulled her
shirt from his grasp, lifting it over her head in one quick motion.
Unable to resist, his eyes scanned her body, nearly naked in his
kitchen. Focusing on her small pink nipples, he licked his lips in
anticipation. None of his fantasies had prepared him for the real thing, for
this woman in front of him, offering herself to him. She was surprisingly
toned, her waist narrow and her hips flaring out beautifully. Without his
conscious command he was on his feet, pulling her close. The feel of her firm,
pert breasts against his chest caused his cock lengthen, hardening almost
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