Light was streaming through my windows, illuminating most of my room with early morning sunlight. I glanced over at the clock on my nightstand, seeing that it was 6:45 A.M. on the Sunday morning following James and Alex's date night. I assumed it was too early for them to be up just yet. Especially after the late night they had had. I knew for sure that Alex would likely be hungover for much of the morning, meaning I would have plenty of time to joke and flirt with James.
Just thinking about James sent a thrill down my body, making my nipples stand out beneath my thin black tank and my pussy began to warm. I threw the covers back with my leg, pushed my panties off quickly, and spread my thighs as I tickled my fingers down my belly, anticipating their touch between my wet pussy lips. As I reached them, I used my middle finger to stroke lightly down the seam of my lips, feeling my wetness already weeping out of me. Too bad it wasn't the married man upstairs, teasing me with the head of cock, spreading my wetness around and occasionally pressing just the tip into my eager cunt.
My fantasy was just getting started when there was a soft knock at my door, pausing my fingers as they spread my lips open.
"Yes?" I asked, trying to keep my panting from being too noticeable. I left my legs spread wide though, hoping that it was James on the other side of the door. Hedging my bets that Alex was too hung over to be disturbing my morning and Charlie rarely made her way to this part of the house without someone with her. When my door started to open and James popped his head in, a thrill of relief and adrenaline rushed through my chest. He raised his eyebrows in mild surprise to find me so exposed.
"Charlie is waiting for us in the kitchen whenever you're finished." He opened my door a little wider, slipping inside. "Before I go out there though, you better get over here and give me a taste of that pussy."
I tried to keep my eagerness from showing, sliding my legs over the edge of the bed, walking to him meekly, tucking my hands behind my back and peeking at him from under my lashes. I stopped about a foot away from him, lifting my gaze to his, chewing on my bottom lip. I felt his strong hand land on my shoulder, pulling me closer before sliding down my arm and pulling one of my hands from behind my back.
James laced his fingers with mine, holding his hand on top as he jointly cupped my pussy. He took our fingers and slid them back far enough that he could press our middle fingers inside my pussy together, curling them just enough to make them graze my g-spot, making me tremble. All the while he kept constant eye contact, monitoring my every reaction.
"You're such a good girl. Doing exactly as you're told." He took one more step forward, pressing our bodies flush together and touched my g-spot lightly again while grinding my palm into my clit. "You owe me something sweet baby girl. And I don't mean just this pussy."
James slowly thrust his finger deep and then lifted his hand up to my lips, leaving my finger still buried in my pussy by itself. I whimpered, getting greedy and thrust another of my own fingers inside to fill the void. He wiped his glistening finger across my bottom lip as I rode my own fingers lewdly in front of him. I let my tongue swipe out, catching his finger, pulling it into my mouth. I let my tongue cradle it while I sucked intensely, wanting to get every last drop of my pussy juice off. If there was none left, he'd have to slide his finger back inside my wanton body and get more.
He slid his finger out of my mouth with a pop, gripped my wrist and pulled my hand away from my body. It was almost in slow motion as he pulled my fingers up to his mouth to lick and suck on them.
Plan thwarted. Of course, he would use my soaked fingers to get a taste. I tried to sneakily bring my other hand around so I could get my first feel of his gorgeous cock through his grey sweatpants, but James caught my wrist before I could get there, giving my fingers one last lick before pulling away, still holding both wrists.
"I'm going to start breakfast for Charlie. You have ten minutes to get your sexy ass out to the kitchen. Wear those tiny black shorts." He leaned down swiping his tongue across my still moist full bottom lip. "And no panties."
After he dropped my hands, leaving the room, I got dressed quickly. I made sure to follow instructions not putting on panties but slipping into my sleep shorts and throwing on a sports bra under my tank. I had to make sure that if Alex came down, I wouldn't have my breasts jiggling freely in front of James. I'm sure hard nipples swinging around the kitchen would be considered inappropriate.
As I walked into the kitchen, it was hard not stare at James' ass at the stove. Charlie loved oatmeal and it looked like that was what was on the menu this morning. I leaned forward across the large counter and sink taking up the center of the kitchen, popping my hip nonchalantly in James' direction. I reached across the counter to nudge Charlie on the cheek. "How's your morning going sweet pea?"
"Mommy sick," Charlie said matter-of-factly.
"Is that so?" I asked her. I glanced over my shoulder at James. He was looking directly at my ass peeking out of the bottom of my shorts. I waved it subtly back and forth at him.
"Oatmeal daddy!" Charlie shouted. Clearly, I wasn't important, or she wasn't that worried about her mom being sick.
"I know, pumpkin. It's on the way." James turned around, leaning against the counter, cupping a large cup of coffee in his hands. "Betsy will you grab the brown sugar and cinnamon for me?"
The brown sugar and cinnamon were in the cabinet next to the stove. James was much closer to it than I was, which meant that he was manipulating the situation for something he wanted.
"Sure thing, James." I pushed back off the counter, walking slowly toward him. As I reached for the cabinet, my body pressed into his. I popped the door open and of course someone had moved the sugar and cinnamon to the top shelf. I had to reach upward onto my tip toes, dragging my breasts across his chest and resting my thigh between his. He lifted his knee a little, pressing the thigh I was straddling right into my pussy.
