I awaken the next morning to find you already up and on the couch reading the paper. I love to watch you when you don't know I'm looking. I find such pleasure in your presence, loving the way you seem to lounge so casually yet still manage to fill the room.
As if sensing my stare you look over to find me watching you.
"Good Morning, my sweet. Sleep well?"
I watch you put the paper down and stand, reaching your arms up over your head, stretching, your body drawn taut. Seeing your form in nothing but boxers... the effect on me is instant, I want to purr. My body yearns to touch you as I see you walking towards me.
"Yes sir, I did. Did you?"
"Well enough."
Reaching me, your finger trails across my lips. I lick it as it passes over. A smile slowly spreads on your face.
Knock. Knock. "Room service!"
A female voice. Oh my. My heart races instantly at the devilish glint I see in your eyes and the hunger that can now be seen in your smile.
"Ah. There's breakfast. What good timing. No, don't get up. Stay there and be quiet until I need you."
Until you need me?
The door opens to find Jill standing on the other side behind the breakfast cart. Her uniform bow is undone and hanging around her collar and the top two buttons of her white shirt are undone; her vest is draped over one arm. She's smiling tentatively at you.
Oh God.
"Jill, how nice to see you again. You're just in time, I'm starved. Come in, please. Just leave the cart by the table."
The door closes behind her seemingly as if fate itself was being sealed.
Having put the cart where you directed, her gaze shifts to me and then lands on you. It's obvious she's interested in what she thinks may happen in this room but is unsure of the part she will play.
You, apparently, are not.
Walking to her you stop a mere inch away, so close you can feel her heat, sense her arousal. You tower over her and she's forced to lean her head back to look up at you. She shifts nervously under your stare.
I watch from the bed as your hand reaches up to trail your fingers across her lips, down her chin, slowly down her throat. They trail lightly down her chest between the open front of her shirt to rest between her breasts; the button there stopping your hand, your eyes never leaving hers.
She shivers as your fingers reverse their path back slowly up her chest; your fingers reaching around the side of her neck, your thumb over her throat, holding her there.
"You know why you're here... don't you?"
"Yes," A barely whispered response, her body trembles.
I can see your hard cock straining your boxers. Watching you with her is turning me on too.
"Good. The two of us are going to be teaching my little slut, over there on the bed, a lesson."
Her eyes dart to me and I'm blushing fiercely.
"It seems she is not as appreciative of what I have to offer her as I would like her to be. I intend to show her the error of her ways. You have a delectable little body and I'm going to have such fun enjoying it."
She looks back to you and smiles brilliantly.
On a laugh you state, "Yes, I new you'd do. Take off your clothes."
Still holding her neck, still standing so close, you watch her hands as they squeeze between you, brushing your stomach as they rise to the top button.