Piper opened her eyes. It was dark in the room but it was suffused with a pale grey light from behind the curtains. The light felt gentle and soothing in her half awake state.
For a while, she just lay there in the semi-darkness, feeling the naked body of her boyfriend pressed against hers. Max was fully asleep but had his arm around her.
Piper snuggled into his sleeping embrace, pressing her bottom up against his groin, feeling his pleasing semi-hardness pressed against her. Without waking in the slightest, Max instinctively pulled her closer.
It felt good to lie in the darkness wrapped up in each other like this but it was clear that Max wasn't stirring. He could be asleep for hours.
Slowly as she became ever more fully awake, the desire to get up slowly won out over the desire to stay warm and snuggled and safe. She loved a lazy Saturday morning and didn't want to waste it.
Eventually, she freed herself from Max's embrace and slid out of the bed. She took an exaggerated care not to wake him, but there was little risk of that. Feeling her leave, he rolled over away on his side still sleeping soundly.
The light was stronger now and she could just make out his features. For a strong and determined man, he looked soft and gentle in his sleep. Piper thought he just looked adorable.
She bent and kissed him on the cheek. He didn't stir. She fondly kissed him again and then, stooping to scoop up a long vest top from the chair by the bed, made her way out of the room.
Although there was very little chance that it would have woken him, she waited until she was out in the hallway before pulling the vest top over her naked body.
If she pulled it all the way down, it came down to just below her bottom and served as a sort of nightdress. It had a tendency to ride up though, exposing her lower body from the waist down.
She thought about returning to the bedroom to find a pair of knickers but decided not to risk waking Max. Not that he would have minded at all, but she liked her time to herself too much in the mornings.
Anyway, the flat was warm, even though it was the middle of winter. So she just pulled the top down over her bits and made her way into the kitchen.
The vest had already ridden up to her waist by the time she reached the coffee machine but she decided to leave it. It felt sort of nice and naughty and sexy, walking around her boyfriend's flat with her pussy exposed.
Max was a coffee enthusiast and had an expensive coffee machine gleaming on the counter. To begin with, it had intimidated her and she had always insisted on him making her drinks for her.
After a while though, she had let him show her how it worked and could make herself a pretty decent flat white, even if she couldn't manage the little heart that Max would inscribe in hers when he made it for her.
She had liked him showing her how to use it, standing behind her, guiding her hands and showing her how to operate the grinder and fix the portafilter into the head. She liked his calm efficiency and being trusted to use it properly. She always very much liked to handle his equipment.
When she had made the coffee, she made her way into the living room, making another vain attempt to pull down her vest top as she went.
She sat down on the sofa with her legs curled under her and slowly sipped her coffee, remembering to savour its taste as she slowly became more fully awake.
After a while, she turned and picked up a book from a nearby side table. Piper liked to read all sorts of things and this one was a romance her friend Jenny had lent her.
Piper had been quite surprised at how racy it was, she'd never quite read anything like it. In the page she was at, the hero was up in the heroine's bed chamber while her father was out. After a moment's customary hesitance, she had spread her legs for him on her bedspread as he kissed up her thighs.
Almost without really noticing her own arousal building, her spare hand was between her own thighs, just gently rubbing against the soft folds between her legs.
Just then she was aware of a noise and looked up to see Max walk past the open door. He was completely naked with his early morning erection resplendent in front of him.
He didn't look into the room and just walked down the hallway into the kitchen.
Piper looked down at the pages of her book: soft kisses and tender caresses between Palomina's thighs, the words evoking a mirrored desire in Piper.
She could hear Max moving in the kitchen; the sound of the tap running. He must have woken up thirsty and be getting himself a glass of water. In all likelihood, he would just head back to bed for an hour or two more.
It was so tempting to just sink back into the chair, read on and give herself up to her soft and tender thoughts and fantasies.
But she wanted more. It was always better with the real thing.
Max came back past on his way back to bed.
"Ξax, my love."
"Hey, there"
Max was standing in the doorway, still naked, still hard, with a glass of water in his hand. His hair was tousled and his look bleary, he didn't seem to have noticed she was naked from the waist down.
"What's going on?" he asked, yawning.
Even though Piper knew that his erection wasn't a sign of arousal, at least not yet, just a product of the early morning, it still turned her on, to see it so big and hard and thick and unapologetically on show.
"Would you be an absolute sweety and lick my pussy for me?"
He blinked, his eyes coming into focus. He seemed to register how she was dressed and a delighted smile spread over his lips.
As if to emphasise her request, Piper uncurled her legs from under her and placed them out in front of her, before slowly spreading her thighs.
She had his full attention now, or at least his attention was fully fixated on her luxuriant brown bush.
He pulled his gaze up to her eyes and, smilingly replied, "Sure."
"Oh Max. You are delightful."
