Following my enlightenment I woke the next morning to birdsong and breakfast. I had slept in later than usual and even before I opened my eyes I sensed the sun already flooding into my room. Sitting at the end of my bed in a short chemise and choker I watched Kitty a moment as she held a crumpet in one hand and a buttery knife in the other.
She made a little sucking sound with her lips as one might do when tasting something, while light wisps of steam drifted from the crumpet in languid swirls which lived and died within a few inches of air.
Her pretty eyes flicked this way and that as she peered down at the little pots of jams and preserves on the large tray in front of her. She selected one and dipped the end of her knife into it, then brought it to her lips and sucked the little blob of dark red jam from the end. "Hum," she softly murmured, then dunked the knife into another silver pot.
"Morning, Kitty," I said and stretched. She looked up from the complexities of choosing a conserve and smiled brightly.
"Good morning, Miss," she said with a little bounce that conveyed her convivial cheer to me through the mattress. "Would you like a crumpet?"
"A cup of tea, I think, first," I decided, and stretched again and sat up, then ruffled my hair with my hands as Kitty put the crumpet in her mouth. There was an empty side plate on the tray next to the pile of hot crumpets, but it seemed Kitty thought the best place for hers was between her teeth. I silently agreed as I turned to the balcony doors and looked out at the sky.
"What a beautiful day," I said and slipped from beneath the sheet to put on a chemise and light robe. Kitty mumbled through her crumpet as she looked up at me, but her fingers looked a little sticky with butter so I hushed her and found my own way into the delicate garments.
"Oh, Kitty, what a mucky pup you are!" I playfully chided as little drips of melted butter fell from her crumpet to colour her chemise. She looked down, spilling my tea in the process as she puffed out her chest and dabbed her fingers to her breasts. I took the saucer from her before the cup toppled from it.
"Sorry, Miss," she said with all sweetness.
"Don't worry, no harm has been done," I told her and was gifted the prettiest of smiles. After cautioning her not to put trays on the bed unless asked to, I had Kitty bring it to the table, where we sat and drank tea and ate crumpets. I had honey upon my first and a spread of strawberry jam on the second. Kitty munched hers with marmalade. We were each itching to talk of the previous evening, but I thought decorum must be maintained and breakfast should be eaten properly.
Whilst the breakfast table, even one secure from the possibility of interruption, is not the place to talk of lust and carnality, the bathing room most joyously is. Leaving our under things in a crumpled pile in a corner Kitty and I enjoyed the splash of the water upon our skin. We spoke of the previous night, and of our shared desire to repeat it. As our lathered hands and soapy bodies slid sensuously over one another we talked in giggles of John, punctuating our reminiscences with soft and sweet kisses.
Kitty was as fond of him as I, perhaps more so due to the constrictions of her responsibilities. Beneath the lukewarm rain of the shower I assured her we would soon enjoy again that delicious curve of reinforced flesh we each had accommodated within us, and pressed together with equal fervour as our tongues twisted and twirled in quick little circles.
I leant my back to the wall between the twin shower heads. The water glittered onto my breasts like tiny shooting stars of liquid silver. Kitty pressed them together as she licked and sucked my stiffened nipples. Her thick black locks matted to the sides of her pretty face and neck. I ran my hand into her curls and gently pushed.
With murmurs upon her lips and my tummy to her tongue Kitty slowly sank to her knees. I pushed each shower head away from my body as her treasured tongue lapped at my sugary slit. Her face tilted up as my back arched, and I heaved a sensual sigh to the stars that shone behind my eyelids as her darling tongue licked and lapped my tingling clit.
The sucking of her lips conveyed their message to my hips and I let them swirl in which ever manner they pleased. I felt her hands upon my inner thighs and needed little encouragement to open my legs a slight bit more. With a pitched sigh and a deep murmur of pleasure I quivered as her quick little tongue writhed and wriggled between my aroused lips and kept slipping inside me in quickened stabs and flicks.
I held her hair, griped in my hand as I pulled her to me, panting ever quicker as she licked and sucked with lustful keenness. My hips rolled, my breasts heaved. I murmured and whimpered and felt the breath of the angels upon my skin as I soared to the cloud covered peaks where they hid from the world and awaited the journeys of initiates. A hand took my own and held it tightly. I knew it to be Aphrodite, leading me to her carnal kingdom. I cried out as every nerve thrummed with the buzzing of pleasure perfected.
My head must have dizzied somewhat, for I left behind completely the shower, the bathroom, even Kitty, and was, for the briefest of moments, elsewhere.
Opening my eyes again I looked down. My pretty Kitten was holding my hand as she pressed soft little kisses to my pussy. I sighed a tiny chuckle. She giggled, her big umber eyes looking up at me. I stroked her hair and praised her loveliness. She in turn told me how beautiful I was, and how that un-quantifiable beauty became that much more so during those moments of extreme rapture, although her expressions were less refined and more crude than my own, and I giggled at her words and phrases.
The slightest of tugs to hand and hair had her up on her feet once more, and I was as eager to taste my nectar as she was to share it. As our tongues moved in sliding, gliding swirls of sensuality I was reminded of honeyed crumpets, and enjoyed the piquant sweetness of my flavour.
We caressed and slid in the water, kissing still. I could tell Kitty was in a very heightened state of arousal, and even after I returned from the dreamy bliss which follows such a thrill, I continued to relish denying her the same pleasure. The occasional little whimper escaped her lips between softly panted breaths, and depending on where my hands slid and my fingers tickled I could coax whines and moans from her as her hips pushed and her breasts heaved.
