All characters are adults
If I were there I would sneak out of bed before dawn and slip my white cotton gauze nightie over my head to cover my naked body. The soft woven lace would skim over my curves, hugging them in all the right places. It gives me the feeling of being dressed while leaving nothing to the imagination.
The dogs and I would pad into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee and then I would mix the batter for my corn fritters and let it rest while I sautee the ham steak and make the blueberry compote, from the delicious berries you picked a few days ago. Of course, the dogs would be waiting for a taste of the ham, and I would oblige them with some scraps. Then I would fry up the fritters and scramble some eggs and arrange everything on the tray with a birthday card for you.
The aromas of breakfast will have reached your nostrils by then, and you will smile to yourself, thinking of me before you even open your eyes. Your mouth begins to water, partly from the delicious smells wafting into the bedroom, but also because you are anticipating my return to your bed.
You reach down and grab your morning boner and give it a few strokes as you hear me coming back to the bedroom, singing happy birthday and carrying the big breakfast tray, walking very slowly and deliberately, trying not to spill the coffee and juice on the way.
I come around to the side of the bed and you see the silhouette of my body under the nightie as the sunlight shining from behind makes it transparent. You get a big grin on your face and I know you are not smiling because of the fritters, you have something else on your mind.
"Oh, no you don't birthday boy! Scooch up in bed so I can set this tray down over you. I didn't get up at the crack of dawn to cook this delicious meal only to have it grow cold because you want some nookie!"
You laugh, but do as you are told. I bend over to set the tray down, making sure you catch a glimpse of my big titties down the open top of my nightie. You reach out for them as I deliver the tray and a kiss on the top of your head. "Happy Birthday Honey! I hope you're hungry."
"Mprf", somehow you have managed to get your face wedged between my two breasts, reaching up under my short nightie and squeezing them both like Mr. Whipple handling the Charmin.
"Oh, you dirty old man, stop! I cooked you this terrific breakfast, the least you can do is eat it!"
You roll my nipples between your thumbs and forefingers and they stiffen quickly, looking like pink pencil erasers straining at the diaphanous material. I manage to pull away, but not before you feel me shudder with pleasure as the assault on my nipples makes me weak in the knees and sends a current of electricity straight to my pussy.
"Honey, I'm serious! Please eat the breakfast I cooked for you while it is still hot." I squeeze my thighs together to try to relieve the pressure, but now my clit is as hard as my nipples. You laugh again when you realize what you have done to me.
"Oh, alright, but I thought this was supposed to be my day, to do whatever I wanted!" You protest.