That had to have been a dream, right? There's no way a woman like that would sleep with me in a million years. I open my eyes and turn to my right. There's no one there. Thought not. I smell something coming from the kitchen.
Is there something burning? I walk to the kitchen because I am still half asleep, and I see her. So it wasn't a dream. She's making eggs, and wearing a robe. I look down and see I've got nothing covering me. She hasn't seen me, yet.
I sneak back into my room and throw on a set of underwear and a shirt. I walk back in and see she's still staring at the oven. I walk over to her. She has a grin on her face.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh nothing, Just thanking you for a good night, last night." The grin on her face only gets bigger.
I come up behind her, like she did to me last night. I give her a soft hug, after which her head falls back onto my shoulder. "Here, let me get that for you."
"No, like I said, I'm thanking you for last night."
"Look at it this way. I was thanking you for saving my life."
"Then, we're even."
She turns back to the eggs and they look just right. My hands start to snake up and down her stomach.
"Whoa, now! Let's eat breakfast first."
I take her and my plates and I set them down on the table. As she walks over to the table I notice she isn't wearing anything under the robe. "What would you like to drink?"
"I'll take some milk, if you got it."
I pull out the milk and two glasses. I fill the glasses and I walk over to her. I sit down on the seat next to her. She has already started to eat. The robe is slightly pulling away from her chest, so I can see her boobs.
She looks up at me and stares. She's still chewing, but we lock eyes for a moment. I can't get last night out of my head.
"You were great last night," she says as she grins.
"You weren't so bad, yourself."
With a chuckle, "Thanks," she brushes her hair out of her eye. "I might need some refreshing of the mind. It ain't what it used to be."
It's a terrible excuse, but I'm not going to complain. She takes her last bite of egg. She stands up and she has that look in her eye again. She walks over to me and sits on my lap. She locks into a kiss with me. I don't hesitate to return the kiss.
Her skin is so soft! I sneak a hand under the robe and caress her hips. I slowly move my hand up to her boobs and start to go to work. She lets out a low moan. My other hand starts to travel up and down her left leg.
She is really good at this, also! I don't want it to end. Her left hand reaches up and pulls my head in closer. Seconds later, she breaks the kiss. "That never gets old." she says, with fire in her eyes.
I have to agree with her. She takes my hand and leads me to the couch. We get over to the couch and I push her so that she is sitting facing me. I untie the robe and let it fall to either side.
She already looks wet. I take my fingers to work the edges at first. Her head falls back on the couch. A slight moan escapes her mouth. I lean in. My tongue dances around the edges. Her moans are getting slightly louder. My right hand works its way up her stomach. I start to fondle her tits, which are hard. I feel her hands wrap around the back of my head and pull me in tighter. She starts to convulse, and with a loud scream she collapses back on the couch.
"You okay?"