I came out of the bathroom freshly showered to the delicious smell of bacon. I had been naked since yesterday afternoon which on its own is unusual for me. I'm no nudist but in Betty's tiny sanctum I felt comfortable in the buff.
"How do you like your eggs, Babe?" Betty was in the kitchen at the stove, as naked as I but far more feminine. Her bottom is so sexy! I shrugged,
"Oh, scrambled is fine." She looked over her shoulder with that smile,
"With cheese?" I nodded. In truth I love them fried over light but hardly anybody seems to know how. She got a bowl and started cracking eggs into it, and grabbed a bag of shredded cheddar from the fridge. She lifted half a dozen strips of bacon from the pan and drained the bacon grease into an enamel container. Just like my mother, saving bacon "drippings" Another thing to love about her. She beat up the eggs with a fork, set the pan back on the heat and got out butter.
"Fix us some toast, Babe!" I put four slices into the toaster as she poured the eggs into the pan with a light sizzle, then added a fat handful of cheese in and started stirring. The eggs were done about the time the oyster popped and I spread butter, real butter on them. Again, a luxury. I always get a tub of margarine, but the taste or actual butter was so sweet and delicious, as were the eggs.
"You're a good cook," I told her. She leaned over and kissed me, "I love to cook for my lover!" She hopped up with our plates and wiggled her butt enticingly into the kitchen.I was thinking a lot about butts since last night. Hers and mine!
"Put the things in the dryer," she said, "while I clean up in here!" I was happy to, even if I was in no hurry to put them on. When did I become such a nymphomaniac? I started the dryer and joined her in the kitchen.
"I'm almost done here. What would you like to do now?" I caressed her waist and slipped my arms around her, "I can only think of one thing. You've got me worked up like no one ever has!" She wiped her hands and turned in my arms, kissed me again.
"I could say the same of you Sara. I want to make love to you all day." We swapped spit for a long time, me leaning against her against the counter, her breasts pressed against me, her bush tickling my thighs.
"Show me some of your toys," I whispered as we parted. She nodded and I let her pull me to the bed and sat down. She flipped open the top and took the top tray out. Of course the biggest thing came to hand first. The double ended dildo. At least a foot and a half long and a bit fat but molded with veins and a pair of fat plum heads.
"I thought about sharing this with you last night." She laid it aside and picked up a transparent blue dildo, also realistically molded even for being an unnatural blue.
"This one's just a silicone dick. I mean it's ok, but it doesn't vibrate. Or fit my harness." It too joined the double dong. One by one she brought out various dick-shapes, sometimes commented on them, and laid them aside.
"If you don't like them, why do you have them all?" She shrugged, making her breasts jiggle.
"They aren't cheap. And you can't exactly take a test drive!" We laughed and I hugged her. Then I saw something that intrigued me; a silver egg with a long string.
"What about that? I asked, pointing at it. She lifted it out by the string.
"It's a vibrator. For inside you." I guess I had figured that out already but I had to ask.
"Inside my pussy?" She nodded
"Or your bottom but I have other toys that are more comfortable for ass play!" I couldn't imagine getting that into my ass but then before last night I didn't think a finger would feel good. Had I been missing something, maybe even more wonderful than her finger or her tongue?
"Show me!" She giggled and fished around amongst her toys.
"My you're a secretly kinky girl!" She he lifted another toy out by its chord, dragging up a batter box on the other end.
"This is a vibrating Tee," she explained. It seemed obvious; a finger thick capsule with a bar across one end and a wire to the battery box.
"I see."
"I stick this in your butt and it vibrates and I go down on you or play with your vadge."
"Doesn't seem too terrible." I admitted. She pulled out another item, like a stretched egg with a sort of T handle on one end. She laid it beside my leg. She had several in various sizes and colors, some of silicone, some of silvery hard plastic or metal, one of glass with a faceted gem instead of a handle.
"These are butt plugs. They make you feel full. Mostly the fun is putting them in or taking them out, but this one," She picked up the glass one and held it in front of my face, "Is sexy to wear when you go out." Go out?
