Honey awoke horny. Conscious, but comfortable she lay in her warm nest of soft bed, warm covers and feather pillows. She watched dust specks drift lazily through the sunbeams coming in the skylight. Her boyfriend's long lean body was hot against her back. Her attic apartment was filled with cool crisp autumn air.
Left the window open
, she thought.
The timer on the automatic coffee maker clicked on. She could hear it beginning to run. It must be ten o'clock; still early for a couple of night's children like Honey and Mike. They'd gone dancing last night. Honey was still on the dance floor at Neo when the garish naked light bulbs flashed on blinding everyone and telling them it was 4 am and time to go home. Honey smiled sleepily as memories from last night flitted through her head, but her mind was really focused on the feeling between her thighs. She felt empty and aching. She slipped a finger between the folds of her pussy.
Mmmmmm
. Yes, she was wet.
Mmmmmm, that feels good
.
Her boyfriend, Mike's, hand lay wrapped around her belly. She moved it up to her breast. Still asleep, he gripped it and pulled her close. His cock, stiff with his morning hard on, pressed into her butt. His hot breath tickled the hair on the back of her neck like ghostly kisses, almost felt, but not quite.
Her fingers rubbed her clit and her body shivered. It wanted more. She arched her back and pushed her ass against Mike. He thrust blindly at her – a pig looking for truffles. She reached her hand back and angled his cock to slip between her legs. At the touch of her hand, he stirred and thrust again. The head of his cock slid along the slippery opening of her pussy.