I woke up the next morning in Bill's bed and looked at the clock. It was 9:30. I didn't have to work that day, but I did have a few classes, which I decided to skip. I rolled over and Bill wasn't there.
The bathroom door was open and he was standing there in his boxers, shaving. From where I was laying I could see his face in the mirror, but I didn't think he could see me looking at him.
"Do you have something on your mind baby?" he grinned.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"Well, you're not exactly being subtle looking at my shorts," he laughed.
I giggled, "Sorry." I went into the bathroom and sat onto the counter as he shaved. "I just love to watch a man shave. I think it's so sexy. But don't trim off that mustache of yours."
"And what if I did, Little Lisa?"
"Well, I might not be so easy as I was yesterday," I giggled.
"Eh, you don't know what your talking about little one. I'd get my way into those pants again, and you know it."
I nodded, "Yep, you would. What are you doing today?" I asked.
"I was going to go out onto my boat and do some fishing. Want to come with me sweetheart, or do you have classes or work?"