Alexie padded down the thick carpeted stairs in bare feet and into the kitchen, her toes curling slightly on the cool wooden floor. Humming to herself she felt glad that for the first time in what seemed a long while she had a night in on her own. The last few weeks she had been pre-occupied with finding a new job (after her creepy boss had finally made his feelings a bit too blatant) and endless parties to celebrate her free time. She had finally been accepted into a glamorous boutique as a part time sales assistant, she was glad – she got a huge discount on her favourite clothes and lingerie. She opened the fridge and it cast a peach glow across her short cream satin dressing gown (a treat gained with her huge discount); she giggled as the cold sensation made her nipples jump to attention protruding through the sheer fabric.
Simon noticed that for once Alexie's purple metallic car was actually at home and there were lights on, also there appeared to be none of her flatmates at home as he had watched them tarted to the nines totter out on spiky heels half an hour before. He had been debating whether or not to go round and suddenly he grabbed his coat and scurried round to drop off the star trek video he had borrowed months ago. He knew he didn't need to return it as the girls probably wouldn't remember, but for the past months he hadn't been able to free his mind from the disturbing events he and Alexie had shared and (he hoped) enjoyed. He had lay in bed at night and constantly dreamed of her, often having to have a cool shower and masturbate himself several times throughout the night, not that Alicia had not been too pleased – apparently she needed her beauty sleep.
He meant to surprise Alexie by peeping in the window pulling a funny face, as he looked in to the dimly lit, luxurious living room something caught his eye.
An enormous mirror hung opposite the kitchen entrance which consisted of an arch, the reflection in the mirror was of Alexie reaching up to a high cupboard. The cream dressing gown had risen up, showing off her slim, smooth legs. Simon could feel himself growing hard merely at the sight of her legs. "Higher," he muttered to himself willing the silk to slide itself further over her shapely thighs. He watched her stand on tiptoe and reach upwards again, "Oh God! Come on!" he sighed biting his lip. He watched as the material rose higher, millimetre by millimetre. Her legs seemed to go on forever, he could feel himself beginning to grow warm and then suddenly his prayers were answered, the satin hitched up just high enough to display her full leg, Simon groaned inwardly as with one final attempt, the gown rose high enough to reveal to him her curved ass. He gently rubbed himself through his jeans and waited in anticipation for more.
Alexie spread the toast thickly with honey and leant against the counter as she ate it. She yawned and ran her fingers through her hair, her bath had made her tired and she could do with a good night sleep before her early start in the morning. Drowsily she dropped her toast, it ran down her leg, the sticky honey leaving an iridescent sheer to the slight golden of her skin.
Simon moaned still outside the window as he watched her reflection slowly bend over to pick up the toast and the satin hitch up over her ass teasing him with a glance of her warm sex.
Alexie scooped the honey off her leg with a long finger and sucked it slowly into her mouth not even realising the pleasure she gave Simon as he viewed her reflection in the mirror, she didn't hear him let out another groan. Nor did she hear the zipper of his trousers as checking that he was well hidden from view, he drew out his thick cock into his sweating palms and began to stroke it slowly, prolonging his pleasure for what he hoped to come. All that Alexie realised was that the honey tasted fantastic of her own warm, clean skin. All Alexie heard was the gentle sucking from her own mouth as she devoured her honey coated finger time and time again.
