Chapter 2
The next morning, I awoken to my dick being stroked by a soft hand. As I started to become aware of my surroundings I realize I don't feel any sheets —
I must have kicked them off while I slept
. I opened my eyes, expecting to find Gina lying beside me and was surprised to see her standing over me instead, already dressed for work.
"Good morning, sleepyhead. I hope you don't mind, I just couldn't resist the sight of your beautiful cock."
"'Morning beautiful, yourself," I winked back. "Any time you want my 'beautiful cock' you just have to ask. Have you been up long? What time is it?"
"Long enough. It's 6:20. Why don't you go grab a shower and come down for some breakfast. I'm making bacon and eggs!" She notices me looking around before adding "I've put your clothes in the wash; that way you don't need to stop by your place before work."
"What?!? How long until they're ready?" I asked frantically. "It's one thing to walk around your house buck naked at night while everybody's asleep, but I can't do it in broad daylight!"
"Relax Darvin, the girls have both left already. Angela has an early flight today and I heard Brooklyn leave 10 minutes ago. We have the place to ourselves, and I happen to think you look
best
naked in broad daylight! Besides, I think we both already know you loved running around my house completely nude last night, so I'm not listening to any more arguments!" And with that mock seriousness —
or was it real seriousness
— she turned heel and marched out her door.
My erection subsided while I showered — I tried finishing Gina's handjob from last night, but I couldn't do more than a few strokes without feeling weird about trying to jerk off in my girlfriend's shower —
was she my girlfriend yet? It had only been one date. On the other hand it had only been one date, and here I was, already preparing to walk around completely naked in front of her. Again. While she stayed fully clothed. Again. And now I'm hard. Again.
Showered and toweled off (and hard again, it would seem) I pushed aside a bathrobe which had been covering the doorknob. I cautiously opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the hall, preparing to make the exact same journey I had the night before. The only difference was it was daylight, and I knew there was somebody waiting for me.
Well, let's not keep her waiting.
Much less cautiously than the night before, but no less naked, I casually walked downstairs and strolled into the kitchen.
This was my first opportunity to actually see the kitchen. It, like the rest of the house, was spacious. The countertops were real marble, there was a breakfast nook to the left, and a solarium to the right overlooking the wooded backyard. Actually, calling it a nook was misleading — you could comfortably seat six at the elegant glass table (eight in a pinch), but it certainly did feel secluded. You couldn't see any part of the nook until you were already in the kitchen.
When Gina saw me she skipped over, barely containing her excitement. She gave me a kiss on the lips and a tight squeezing hug. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest through her blouse, and my dick poking into her abdomen. She released me too soon —
an hour would be too soon —
and practicality squealed "Oh, good you came down,
naked
! The bacon's just about finished. Sit. Sit down!" She gestured towards the glass kitchen table.
I took a seat, belatedly realizing the glass tabletop didn't provide any cover — if anything it actually magnified the view beneath. "You didn't exactly give me much choice, remember. You have my clothes!"
