Back by popular demand, this is the sequel to 'The Mechanic'. If you haven't read that one, it probably makes more sense to do that first. Perhaps the story does not continue the way some of you hoped but, as you may guess after reading, there will be a part 3 too. We owe these two that much! As always, I'd love to hear what you think! Happy reading!
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Rowan woke up to a noise that sounded suspiciously like pots clanging in the kitchen. Daylight streamed into the room. It took Rowan a moment to piece together what that meant. Riley. She was here last night, and now it was morning and she was still here. They must have fallen asleep. And at the moment Riley was doing something in the kitchen, loudly. Rowan smiled despite herself. Was that a deliberate action to get her out of bed? She pulled on a pair of baggy joggers and a t-shirt. She didn't normally deal with 'the morning after'. Usually the girl had left by then. She didn't really know how to proceed from here. It sounded like Riley had taken matters into her own hands already.
On her way to the kitchen, Rowan was greeted by the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the apartment. So far, so good; that was certainly an advantage of an unplanned situation. As she rounded the corner, she saw Riley standing by the stove, wearing nothing but an apron. Rowan suppressed a chuckle. Where did she even find that? Rowan didn't know she owned an apron. She leaned on the breakfast bar and watched as the blonde hummed to herself, gently wiggling her naked rear in tune with her humming. Perhaps this 'morning after' thing wasn't going to be so bad.
As if she was featuring in some cooking show - wasn't there one called 'The Naked Chef'? - Riley stirred the pot vigorously before dropping in the contents of a cup. What on earth was she doing? She then turned to the toaster, which had spat out two perfectly browned slices of bread. At the same time, she burst into an off-key rendition of Aretha Franklin's 'A natural woman', squeaking through the three 'you make me feel's, and rumbling an uncomfortably deep 'like a natural woman'.
Rowan snickered. "I think you should stick to the piano, girl."
Riley jumped at the sound of Rowan's voice and turned to face her, looking embarrassed. Depicted across the front of the apron was the naked torso of the 'Venus de Milo', which aligned surprisingly well with the naked parts of Riley's body sticking out from behind it. The apron had been a tongue-in-cheek present from her friend Megan's trip to Italy, Rowan now remembered.
"That suits you," she said with a grin.
Riley smiled and gave a little twirl. "Thank you. I couldn't find a dressing gown."
"No, I don't have one." Watching Riley turn back to the stove, exposing her cute butt again, Rowan was suddenly pleased she didn't own a dressing gown. She walked up and pressed herself into the girl's naked body, wrapping her arms around her. What else was she to do? How could she possibly resist a girl who was standing naked in her kitchen, making her breakfast?
She peered into the pot. A white blob was bobbing in a sea of swirling water. "What are you making?"
"Poached eggs on toast." Riley gestured towards two plates which already contained slices of toast and professional-looking eggs. Rowan was impressed. Who knew you could make poached eggs yourself? "It was this or mouldy yogurt," Riley continued. "I threw that away, by the way."
Rowan chuckled. "Breakfast isn't usually included," she said softly, brushing Riley's ear with her lips. But in this case she could perhaps make an exception. She slipped her hands under the apron, firmly gripping Riley's thighs, and kissed the side of her neck. Her right hand moved to Riley's pussy, grazing the neat strip of hair on her mound.
"Rowan!" Riley squirmed in her arms. "No!"
"No?" Rowan whispered, nibbling at Riley's earlobe with her teeth, still continuing the trajectory of her hand. Her fingers slid between Riley's lips. How did she get this wet already? Rowan felt her own desire growing when she encountered Riley's.
"Wait..." Riley said with a sigh. She didn't move away from Rowan, but picked up a slotted spoon. She scooped the egg out of the water before dropping it haphazardly on one of the plates, soaking the corner of the toast with the excess water. Clearly, the hotel-quality of the breakfast had become of lesser importance with the presence of Rowan's fingers between her legs.
Now no longer occupied with the immediate ruin of her cooking, Riley tilted her head back as Rowan kissed her neck eagerly, letting her tongue brush the soft skin from between her lips. Rowan pressed herself against Riley's soft butt cheeks and allowed her fingers to slide on either side of her clit. Feeling the skin below her fingers become more moist even at this light touch, Rowan was suddenly reminded of the taste of the wetness that coated her fingers. Now, that was a breakfast of champions. She turned Riley around in her arms and kneeled in front of her.
"Rowan...," Riley said softly, while laying her hand on Rowan's hair. Rowan ignored her and lifted the apron over her head. She felt herself fill with lust at seeing the sweet pussy again, which she'd so intimately gotten to know yesterday. She leaned forward to press her mouth into it, and let her tongue slip into Riley's slit.
"Rowan...," Riley sighed again, now stroking the back of Rowan's head to get her attention. Still ignoring her, Rowan brushed her tongue against Riley's clit, causing her to gasp.
"Rowan, the food will get cold...," Riley exhaled. Rowan couldn't suppress a snicker. Of all the things to worry about. She moved both her hands to Riley's butt to steady her and felt the girl lean backwards against the counter. Rowan's tongue expertly circled Riley's clit. She took her time to taste her, while changing between motions and spots that had been a hit with the straight girl last night.
It wasn't long before Rowan felt Riley start to tremble, her hand on the back of Rowan's head becoming more frantic. She heard a loud clanging noise; presumably Riley had accidentally knocked something of the counter into the sink. Rowan buried her face between Riley's thighs and held her quivering body up against the counter, while her tongue increased its efforts. A moment later, Riley's body contracted against her, while a deep groan escaped from the girl's lips. Rowan gently wrapped her lips and tongue around Riley's throbbing clit, maintaining just the right amount of contact. She held Riley close as her orgasm rippled through her body, preventing her legs from buckling underneath her. When Riley relaxed and her breathing calmed down, Rowan got up and pressed a quick kiss on the girl's lips.
"Seriously, Rowan..." Riley tried to give her a reproachful look, pretending she didn't just enjoy that little surprise, but the smile on her lips gave her away. Rowan flashed her a broad grin.
"Can we have breakfast now?" Riley asked, pulling together the plates that she'd sent flying with her flailing elbows.
