After Kitten had woken me up with that incredible blowjob she kissed me and said, "Go take a nice long shower Daddy. I'll go make you breakfast." With that she turned and walked away, her ass swaying with each step. I stared at that amazing sight until she stepped around the corner and down the call to the stairs. Releasing a sigh I got up and headed to the bathroom, still unable to believe how lucky I was to be able to call her mine.
She knew me so well, my little one. I stood under the hot spray for a full thirty minutes like I did every time I had the opportunity. The hot water melted away the stress of a week of work, the tenseness in my back and shoulders, and cleared my mind better than any massage I've ever had. Maybe it's just me, but nothing is as relaxing as a long hot shower.
When I finally got out of the shower I stood in front of the mirror with steam swirling around me and water dripping down my body. Using a towel I wiped the condensation from the glass and looked at my scruffy reflection, knowing it was time for a shave. Deciding against drying off first I grabbed my cream and razor and set to work.
I was about halfway done cleaning up around my goatee when Kitten knocked on the door and poked her head into the steam. Seeing my wet, naked body standing in front of the mirror she bit her lip and stepped in behind me. I could see that she wore her apron, but it didn't look like she had much on underneath. I winked at her in the mirror and she smiled back, biting her bottom lip again as she stepped up to me and wrapped her arms around my stomach. I had to put my razor down and grip the sink when her lips began pressing into the lines of my back. Damn this girl knew me so well!
She kissed my back over and over, her fingers teasing my abs and hips, but not approaching my package, which of course was responding to those sweet kisses she was planting. Why the fuck are kisses on the middle of my back such a turn on? When she finally stopped and pulled away with a "Breakfast is almost ready Daddy." I was rock hard and ready to take her right then. But I resisted knowing she had worked hard on getting breakfast ready for us.
I finished shaving and finally grabbed a towel to dry off the little water that hadn't dripped off or evaporated. Pulling on a pair of basketball shorts I adjusted my slowly deflating erection and headed downstairs to breakfast. I could hear her moving around in the kitchen so I walked down the hallway and around the corner.
In front of me stood my little one, her back to me as she stirred her secret recipe pancake batter. When I saw her I felt my breath catch in my chest and my cock give a throb of approval. I was right when I thought she wasn't wearing much under that apron. But now she had on black heels and stockings, extending up her long sexy legs to mi- thigh, attached by clips to a garter belt. No panties or bra, just that apron that she looked so fucking sexy in, and around her neck a new black collar. By the time I was able to breathe again she had realized I was there and turned around with a smile, holding her bowl of batter.
By the time I was able to breathe again however, I was no longer able to think, to reason. All I knew was the blood pounding through my body, my now iron hard shaft tenting my shorts uncomfortably, and a red haze in my vision surrounding the object of my lust.
