Helen's eyes fluttered open then quickly closed. Lying in her warm bed, she let her brain slowly come up to speed. "What a fucking night," Helen giggled as the memories of the previous evening began to come into focus. After a few minutes of sweet remembrances, she stretched and chirped "Coffee," as she inhaled its enticing aroma floating up from the kitchen.
The "need" for coffee and a call from Mother Nature overrode Helen's desire to stay wrapped in her warm cocoon. She pulled the cover back and was surprised that she was still naked. After completing her business, Helen grabbed one of Gil's flannel shirts and slipped on a pair of boyshorts. Deciding not to button the shirt at all, she headed off to see what her husband had in mind.
Gil had folded the blanket and cleaned up from the previous night's "festivities". He had also set up a card table in front of fire, where he sat reading the morning paper in a robe and pajama pants. She snuck up on him, wrapped her arm around him, kissed his neck, and flicked his ear. "Good morning lover," Helen whispered.
"Good morning my dear. How did you sleep?" Gil asked.
"Like a log," Helen responded. "Thank you for cleaning up our mess from last night. So, what's for breakfast? All that activity last night has made me hungry," she said with a hint and a wink.
"Pancakes. But, you are going to have to wait a bit so I can cook them. Here's the paper. I found bananas and grapes and they should hold you over. And I have a grapefruit waiting to be cut," Gil said handing the newspaper to his wife.
Gil ventured to the kitchen and returned shortly with a cup of hot coffee. "Coffee! If we were not already married I would propose this instant," Helen said as a thank you to her husband. A few minutes later, just as Helen was finishing the comics, Gil arrived with a short stack of pancakes, syrup, and the grapefruit he had promised. He had even drawn a Christmas tree on the stacks with whipped cream. "Fancy," Helen exclaimed.
Breakfast was filled with chatter. Actually, Helen did most of the chatting. Gil nodded a lot and added an occasional "U huh" and "Is that so ..." In the midst of the chatter, Helen mentioned that their escapades of the previous night left her a little tender, but in a good way. She also mentioned that she had not been this sore in a while. "I want to thank you for making me sore," she said to her husband.
"It was my pleasure," he replied. "And I want to thank you from not buttoning that shirt. I must say that my flannel has never looked or moved so good. In fact, just watching you here this morning has ... Ummm ... moved me," Gil told his wife.
"Really?" Helen said in surprise. Selecting a banana from the bowl before her, she used it as a pointer. "If just sitting here shaking my boobs at you can stir you loins," she said, "then what does this do?" Helen commenced to peel the banana in a sensual way that kept Gil speechless. Setting the yellow peel on her plate, Helen slowly inserted just the tip of the white meat into her mouth and slowly withdrew it. Next, she inserted half the banana into her mouth and then slowly pulled it out. Finally, Helen tilted her head back and ever so slowly inserted the entire banana into her mouth and down her throat.
"That is quite a talent you have there," Gil congratulated his wife.
