Simple Ride Home 4
My senses awaken to the soothing scent of coffee as I open my eyes for the first time from a powerful night's sleep. As my awareness returns, I reacquaint myself with the unfamiliar surroundings of Steph's bedroom and the intense sexuality of the previous evening. Instinctively trying to stretch my limbs, I quickly realize my arms are still confined by my robe. Steph is not beside me in bed, but I hear faint noises coming from the kitchen and feel comforted knowing I'm not alone. With my hands still forced against my mound inside the robe, I instinctively begin toying with my folds guided by that early morning sexual warmth that often begins my days. Only this time, I'm not alone with my lustful impulses because I know Steph is just a call away.
Quietly laying there for a few minutes, I relish in the warmth of complete sexual satisfaction while replaying last evening's astonishing events in my mind. Thoughts of Steph's beautiful body stretched spreadeagle, the chastity belt that I wore up here, and the amazing shower are all surging through my brain. Indulging the recall, my fingers start slowly sliding up and down my slit with increasing pressure. Feeling moisture building, I start working two fingers slowly inside. Still in a sleepy fog, I allow myself to simply enjoy the building sexual energy as it cascades into my soul. As my index finger slowly drifts upward from inside, I flinch as it reemerges and touches my now damp clit as I hold it in place with downward force. My crotch responds by surging towards the touch. Satisfied with that feeling, I slip it back inside and hear the audible gasp of desire through my own breath. Unable to move my hands away, I just let them continue to fulfill their mission as I'm now completely lost in a world of early morning ecstasy.
"I see your awake."
Startled by her words, I instantly feel my face turning red with embarrassment as I realize Steph has stepped unbeknownst into the bedroom. Restrained by my robe, there is little I can do to hide my shame, so I begin stammering unintelligible thoughts out loud before she stops me by sarcastically saying, "Don't stop on my account, I was rather enjoying the show."
"Steph, I didn't realize you were there."
"That's fairly obvious, but don't be embarrassed. We all know that feeling of morning arousal. It's just a natural thing."
After absorbing those words for a few moments, I respond with, "Steph, you're truly amazing. You always seem to know exactly what I'm thinking and feeling. I don't know how you do it?"
"I just tell it like it is Meg."
"Indeed."
"Honestly, I think it's really just a privilege of wealth Meg, because I really don't have to answer to anyone."
"I'm sure that's part of it, but you also have a strong power of observation and relatability. I 've met a lot of wealthy people over the years and none of them can read my thoughts and feelings like you can."
"I'll take that as a compliment. Now enough of this small talk, if you want to continue, I'll be happy to watch, otherwise I'm here to release you from the clutches of that robe."
Smiling back, I reply, "I think I've lost that morning feeling Steph, can you please release me? I need to use the bathroom anyhow."
Without a word, Steph approaches the bedside and pulls the sheet back to expose the front of my robe. Laying helplessly before her on my back, it's easy for her to reach down and untie the belt that is holding my hands in position over my pussy. Once untied, she spreads the front of the robe open and reaches in and grabs my wrists to pull my hands away from my crotch. She then surprisingly places her own hand on my slit and gives it a quick teasing rub. I feel my moisture mixing with her fingertips and see her smile. Pulling her hand away, she then licks my juices off her fingers before saying, "Seems like you were well on your way Meg. It's a shame I broke your concentration. However, I do think you have certainly become one on my favorite breakfast snacks."
Sitting up in bed, I roll my legs off the side and stand face-to-face with my beautiful redheaded friend. She reaches back down to my crotch and rubs my clit one more time before sensually offering up her fingers for me to suck as well. Indulging her desire, I grab her wrist and stick all four fingers in my mouth and suck off my own juices in a self-confident way. Bittersweet, the taste conjures up images of the last two nights and I'm actually beginning to enjoy my own flavor in a Pavlovian sort of way.
Pulling her hand out, she says, "Enough. Get dressed, go use the bathroom, and then join us in the kitchen," in a somewhat domineering tone. "Assuming you don't want to put that little black dress back on from last evening right now, I'll find you something more comfortable to put on for when you come back.
"That sounds great Steph, but you said us. Who is us?"
"Well, Emma is cooking breakfast as she does for me most days. She's a great cook and I'm sure you must be hungry, so get going before everything gets cold."
"I'm not sure about this Steph? I'm really not comfortable with anyone else knowing what I've been up to the last couple of evenings."
"I realize you may be hesitant but rest assured that Emma is not going to talk out of school. As I mentioned last night, there are both contractual and personal reasons why she will honor our privacy. That said, if you are totally uncomfortable, just say so and you can quietly leave. However, be aware that Emma is my personal assistant and a part of my life, so if we want to continue this relationship you will have to meet her at some point."
I sigh softly in response. "Let me go to the bathroom and think about this a moment please."
"Understandable. I'll wait here."
"Thanks Steph," I then turn and head towards the bathroom to take a pee and contemplate my next move. Entering the bathroom, I'm instantly reminded of the erotic shower we took last night. How I was teased to the edge of orgasm over and over while my hands were helplessly restrained overhead. How Steph's skilled hands slid over my soap covered breasts, mound, and bum. How she flirted with pushing a finger into my ass, but then stopped knowing that I was uncomfortable with that type of penetration. And how she ultimately never let me cum, increasing my sexual frustration despite my obvious desire for her to finish off our shower with a happy ending.
Noticing my reflection in the large bathroom mirror, I can actually see a glow of sexual satisfaction in my own face. Smiling to myself, I already know that I'm going to allow Steph to introduce me to Emma. Afterall, at this point, why not. It's been a truly unbelievable couple of nights, and I certainly want to continue my newfound relationship. With my decision made, I take a quick pee, splash some water on my face to wake up and head back into the bedroom where I see Steph awaiting my decision.
"So?"
"Let's go have breakfast."
"Great. You will love Emma, and her cooking too." She then hands me a set of leggings, panties and top to put on. Without a word, I take off the robe, slide the simple panties on, pull the black leggings up, and toss on the loose fitting long sleeve top she selected. Nothing fancy, just comfortable cloths to start a Sunday morning. The ease of which I stripped and got dressed in front of her does not escape me. How far I've come in just two days is surprising, but it just feels right.
"Ready?" she says.
"I guess?" smiling in return as I take a deep breath of courage and follow her towards the kitchen. The smells and sounds of breakfast invade my senses as we enter the main living area and step in front of the kitchen counter where I first see her. With a name like Emma, I'm expecting to see a pale skinned, blond haired Swedish girl, but I'm surprised to see a stunning short haired brunette appear behind the kitchen counter. Only seeing her from the side at the stove, she's wearing a tight tank top that makes it obvious she takes care of herself. Her exposed shoulder and arm muscles appear very well defined and it's impossible for me to not notice her breasts and nipples protruding outward from their thin cotton covering. Slightly tan and tall, you can tell she proudly owns her active and slightly masculine appearance. Given the noise of the sizzling bacon, it's not surprising that I've gone unnoticed to Emma so far. Not knowing how to open things, I'm relieved when Steph starts off the conversation.
"Emma. I'd like you to meet Megan." As she turns to greet me, a warm welcoming smile instantly crosses her face which helps comfort my concerns about being introduced to her.
"Nice to meet you, Megan."
"Thank you, Emma, and likewise. Although, please feel free to call me Meg."
"Will do. Well Meg, I've taken the liberty to make some bacon to nibble on, but I'm planning to make omelets for the main course. Does that sound good?"
"Sure does," I answer a bit surprised by her casual response to my presence.
"Great. What would you like in yours? We have just about anything you'd like."
