Michele's Mistake - 5 - Sex Stories

Michele's Mistake - 5

Chapter One When I woke up at Everett’s house, it was to an empty bed. I was kinda stiff and sore, but in the most glorious of ways. I stretched and yawned and got out of bed. The clock said it was 10:30. Wow, I never sl**p that late on the weekends. I went to the bathroom and releived myself. I found his discarded shirt from last night and put on over my naked body. As I got the hallway, I smelled something wonderful. Everett was in his kitchen making breakfast. “Hello babygirl.” “Hi Daddy,” I said blushing. “Make yourself at home, I’m almost done. Are you hungry?” “I’m famished.” “You could help by setting the table. The dishes and glasses are in the cupboard there and the silverware is in that drawer.” I started putting out two plates and silverware for both of us. When I went by him to get some glasses, he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. He kissed me. His soft lips took mine. I felt the stirrings of passion again in my core. His tongue searched for mine. They fought in a loving way, playfully. When he had to go back to cooking, he playfully slapped my ass. “Ouch, Daddy,” I said giggling. “It’s your fault babygirl, you look too naughty in my shirt. I just had to spank you.” I smiled and put the glasses down on the table. I sat down and watched him finished cooking. He looked so at ease in the kitchen. He worked efficiently, not a wasted move. He was a great multitasker. He was wearing a pair of scrubs like doctor’s wear. They hung adorably off his hips. He was ...

... shirtless and in his bare feet. His hair was tousled but not is a “bed head” sort of way. Yep, he was one fine looking man. He finally finished and brought the food to the table. I got up and poured us each a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee. He liked his black, I had to have cream and sugar with mine. We sat next to each other and had a wonderful breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Because it was made by him, it was better than the expensive meal last night. While we were eating and having pleasant conversation, I was thinking of what I could do for him today, that would be reciprocal to what he had done for me last night. I mean, he was super romantic, and caring. He made me feel at ease, and loved. I wanted to do something like that for him. Giving him something of myself. I was still mulling the thought over in my head, when we finished eating. I helped clean up the dishes and put away everything. When we finished, he took me in his arms again and we kissed. His arms encircled me, I felt his hands roaming all over my body. My arms were around his neck, as I leaned up to kiss him. I could feel the hardness of his cock, pressing against my belly. His hands went down to my behind, and he squeezed them softly. A moan escaped my lips. I reached down between us and grasped his cock, giving it a good squeeze back. His quick intake of air, let me know what was needed, and what I could do to reciprocate to him. I took his hand and led him back to the bedroom. We ...