I wake up before Amy does and I go to the bathroom to take my morning piss. I walk back to the bedroom and stand in the doorway just soaking up her slumbering body. The sheet is only covering her body below the waist. I can see the dolphin tattoo on her upper back. Quietly I grab a pair of lounge pants and pull them on so as not to wake her.
I return to the kitchen and proceed to wake her with the sounds and smells of breakfast. I put several sausage links in a pan to brown, and whip up several eggs with milk for an omelet. I dice up some onion, red pepper, green pepper, ham, and mushrooms and add them to the milk and eggs mixture before pouring it into a frying pan. I cut some slices of cheddar from a block of cheese to melt over the omelet when it's done.
As I'm finishing off the first omelet and turning off the heat to the sausage links so they don't burn, she waddles into the kitchen. Her nakedness is wrapped up loosely in the sheet from the bed. She takes a seat at the table, trembling with a yawn. The morning light is shining through the kitchen windows and she has to squint when she looks outside them.
"Good morning," I say all debonair.
"Good morning," Amy says groggily, still waking up.
"How did you sleep?" I ask as I work her omelet onto a plate and set it before her.
"Great. What time is it?" she asks.
"Almost ten thirty. Why, is there someplace you have to be?" I ask as I prepare my own omelet.
"No. Tomorrow I have to pick up my daughter from her dads. God, I hope he remembered to give her a bath!" Amy says exasperated.
"Not much into taking care of his kid?"
"No," and she goes for a few minutes releasing her frustrations pausing only momentarily to ask for a fork which I forgot to get her so she could eat her omelet. I split the sausage links between us. Soon my omelet is done cooking and I join her at the table.
"Hmm," she says swallowing a mouthful of food, "Drink."
"Oo, Sorry. Milk?" I say getting up and going to the refrigerator.
"Yes please," Amy says pitching another forkful of omelet into her mouth.
I return to the table with two tall glasses of milk.
"Can I ask you a question?" I ask.
"You just did." She says and smiles.
I smile back. "Brat," I tell her. "But no, seriously, why did you spontaneously decide to finally come over?"
"I don't know." She says and pauses collecting her thoughts. "I was changing into my street clothes and Shauna comes up to me and asks me 'Why are you putting yourself through this?' 'Through what?' I say. Then she says something like not letting myself get attached to you," she says gesturing the tines of her fork in my direction. "Of course I play dumb and act like I don't know what she's talking about. But I did," she nods looking thoughtfully at me. "I did."
"So you decide to come over and we end up …" I let the sentence go unfinished.
"Yeah, well, I was also very horny. And I've been thinking about what it would be like to be with you for a long time now. So I'm driving home, and the radio's playing, and all I can think about is you. So I said 'fuck it' and came over before I could change my mind."
"I'm glad you did." I say honestly.
"Me too," she says nodding in agreement.
"How was it by the way?" I ask.
"Delicious!" she says with gusto, relishing the breakfast made for her.
"I meant the sex." I say with a smile.
"Oh, sorry." She says and blushes a little. "Well," she begins as she finishes off the last bite of sausage and omelet. "To tell you the truth," she says getting up from her seat. What looks at first like her adjusting the sheet wrapped around her supple body is actually her taking the sheet off and letting it fall to the floor. Her body is at once bathed in the soft golden glow of the morning sun. She steps over to me and sits on my lap. "I was hoping for seconds," she says before leaning in to kiss me on the lips.
I can taste the grease from the sausage links on her lips and smell the egg on her breath as her tongue invades my mouth. My hands dig into her shoulders simultaneously holding her and pulling her into me. Her hands and arms are wrapped about my head pulling me and holding me into her. We kiss furiously like that for several moments until my erection grows painful in my lounge pants.
Amy stands up and works the button open on my lounge pants and fishes my erection out of it. She grips it her slender hand and guides the strawberry-like head into her wet and open vulva. There's an awkward moment when she begins to lower herself onto me where the angle of my cock curves into her pussy. Soon Amy rocks her hips back and forth, fucking me. She leans her head back in to continue our fevered kissing. I hold her close pressing her breasts into my chest, feeling the hard nipples dig into my skin.
I pull my mouth away from Amy's and kiss all over her face and neck. She closes her eyes and smiles still rocking back and forth with me embedded inside her. I snake a hand between us and find her clit. She leans back giving me better access and I slowly rub my thumb over the sweet spot. Her mouth opens and closes making little o's. Her hands find their way to my shoulders and there they lock down on the muscles, the fingernails digging into the skin. She whispers a barely audible litany to God just before trembling and convulsing in orgasm. Her vaginal muscles clench and unclench my cock and the sensations are wonderful.
"Did you cum?" I ask.
"Y-yes," she stutters as a little earthquake rips through her.
"Did you want to switch positions?"
"Sure," she sighs, "How do you want me?"
"Let me get a pillow and you could kneel on the chair," I say. She nods her head in agreement and dismounts me. I quickly go to the living room and get a throw pillow and return and place it on the chair. She climbs onto the chair and leans over the table on her forearms and adjusts her knees so she's comfortable, then wiggles her ass at me.
"Come and get it," she says and laughs.
"Oh I intend to," I say walking up behind her and positioning myself at her wet and puffy labia. I slide the tip up and down her vulva before pushing the mushroom-like head inside of her tight little body. Amy exhales slow and deliberately as I ease the entire length inside of her.
"Oh that feels so good," she coos.
I begin pumping in and out of her. The table creaks and groans from the motions and weight of her body. I look outside and see the neighbors getting ready to barbeque in their backyard. I tell Amy and she looks at them through the window. The shade of the tress prevents them from seeing in and Amy tells me she feels like an exhibitionist. A comment I wouldn't mind putting to the test.
I watch my cock disappear in Amy. As I pull out, her pussy grips me, milking me. My hands hold her hips tight as I push in and out of her. I lean forward and kiss up and down her spine which she arches cat-like. Releasing her hips I rake my fingers down her back until red marks appear. She moans and cums all over my cock.
Soon I am cumming as well. I ask her if I should pull out and she replies no and that it was okay. I fill her with another load in eight hours. I pull out sensitive and beginning to go limp. My cum flows out and runs down her thigh. Her hand snakes down and wipes at the rivulet collecting it in her slender fingers.
"I'm going to go take a shower and get cleaned up," Amy says matter-of-factly.
"Can I join you? I'm a little filthy too." I ask politely.
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't?" she says smiling.
We both go into the bathroom. I start the water running, adjust the temperature and turn the shower head on, while Amy waits patiently behind me. Amy follows me into the shower. We both flinch beneath the hot spray of water. I turn the temperature down a bit.
"Lady's first," I say and Amy and I switch places. I relish the feel of her breasts rubbing against my chest as we pass each other like two ships. I watch her from the far end of the tub as she wets her hair, tilting her head back into the hot spray. My eyes roam over her supple body, the curve of her hips, her taut belly, my mind wanders to the sex we just enjoyed spontaneously in the kitchen and I am once again getting hard. I ignore the thoughts. There will be plenty of time for sex in the future. But first I have to make sure that there is a future.
"When was the last time you were taken to the movies?" I ask watching her as she begins to shampoo her hair, her eyes are closed.
She opens her eyes. "Why?" she says.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go see one with me."
"It's been awhile. Did you have one in mind?" she continues to work the shampoo into her hair and scalp.
