Train station affair - - Sex Stories

Train station affair -

... the smell of the coffee that floods into the room. Her pressing into him as he enfolds her with his arm, brings a low hum of content to rumble in his chest. Everything was right in the world. The sound of dripping coffee in the maker can be heard in the background, and her steady breathing there by him sounded slightly different than when he first woke up. With just the tip of a finger on the hand cupped around her breast, he slowly rotates it forming a circle. She turns facing him, &#034I am awake you know.&#034 Smirking as she pushes the blanket back revealing herself to him in the sunlight. She watches his finger make small circles on her breast; turning to face him her breasts jiggle slightly as she presses the front side of her body to him. Her lips brush against his as she rises to her hands and knees the sheets falling completely from her body. She crawls over him walking out into the bright kitchen she heads to the bathroom, exposed to his eyes. After washing her hands she glances at the coffee pot then to the doorway of the bed room contemplating. He watches her walk away, drinking in her nakedness. Her pale milky skin shining in the sunlight as she crossed the kitchen, and back after her brief bathroom visit. Her breasts bounce slightly as she walks. Her pause by the coffee maker allows him really enjoy the view. There is no evidence of a blush upon her face this morning, as there was yesterday when he removed her shirt. He could see that there wasn't a hair on her ...

... body, she was shaved smooth everywhere but for her head, and that dark hair gleaming with red highlights in the sunlight was still a tangled mess, but it look good on her. He loved the way it looked. The light stung her eyes as it shone threw the kitchen windows, the curtains partially drawn back to allow air flow. She reaches in the cupboard; having to rise onto her tip toes her fingers latched around her pumpkin spice creamer. Her obsession with pumpkin startled even her. She grew up hating the very taste. Glancing in the bedroom she can see the gleam in his eyes as they fixed to her naked body. Fighting to keep color from her cheeks she pretended not to notice and makes her coffee, her body craving energy. (Missing Piece) &#034When you're finished with your coffee, what do you have planned for the rest of your day? Hmmm?&#034 He says lowly and vocally implying at more than what the simple ness of the question. Talking his hands and cupping each breast and giving them a playful lifting squeeze. Her coffee was 3/4th the way gone; setting it on the counter she moves his hands from her breasts. &#034Well personally I was thinking you could make French toast while I shower and then we can fill the day with some more 'Fun'.&#034 She let the words rolls from her tongue longingly. She grins and picks up her coffee walking to the window making sure the curtain covers her body from the front. &#034Mmmmm, French toast. That can be arranged. But how about breakfast first and then we ...