II
Kevin Pearson awoke to the smell of frying bacon and toast, and the sound of someone moving about in the kitchen. For an instant, he imagined he was lying in his own bed as his wife prepared breakfast.
Then his eyes flew open as he realized he had no wife. Not anymore - he was divorced. When he gazed around the room, a slow awareness of his surroundings sparked the memory that brought him to where he was.
He was in Josie's apartment. On her couch, to be precise, where he had spent the night after an extraordinary turn of events the previous evening.
Josie was an amazingly attractive and sexy 22-year-old who Kevin worked with in the dining hall of a local prestigious boarding school in their tiny Connecticut town. He was the dishwasher - a job he took grudgingly after having losing a career in the insurance industry over a year ago.
Over time, Kevin and Josie had become friends - close friends who genuinely enjoyed each other's company. Then, last night, after spending some time drinking at the local pizzeria - the only establishment in the area boasting anything resembling a bar - he had driven Josie back home as her car was in the shop.
After accompanying her inside the apartment, and small talk in her living room, she had excused herself only to reappear completely naked in the doorway of her bedroom. In addition to the shock of her actions, Kevin was equally surprised at the sublime beauty of her body - a sight that blew his fucking mind apart. Soon after, they engaged in a little mutual masturbation until each had reach climax.
Afterwards, as Kevin prepared to leave, a gigantic New England snowstorm stalled his efforts and he had been persuaded to spend the night at Josie's. Now, as the 52-year-old divorced man sat up slowly on the couch, wearing only his underwear, he ran a hand through his hair while he tried to decide what came next.
"Oh, you're awake," Josie said from the kitchen. "I'm making you a big breakfast, so I hope you like eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, toast and coffee. It's my specialty."
Kevin looked over and smiled. "That'll be fantastic." She was dressed in the same, skimpy pink silk bathrobe she had worn the previous night. It barely dipped below her ass and he could easily see she was naked underneath.
And just like that - his dick was hard.
"If you want to take a shower, I left a clean towel in the bathroom," she said. "Breakfast will be ready when you're done."
He was speechless - again. Josie had thought of everything. It was incredible to Kevin that this young woman seemed to encompass all the qualities in the opposite sex that he had always been looking for. Never, in nearly a quarter century of marriage, had his wife ever spoiled him like this. Hell - in all that time it had never even seemed to cross her mind. "That sounds great. Thank you."
"No problem," came her reply as she cracked some eggs into a medium size bowl.
Having received his instructions, Kevin rose from the couch and made his way into the bathroom. There, as indicated, was a clean towel and washcloth.
When he had finished showering, Kevin put on the only piece of clothing he had - his underwear - and walked back into the living room. The rest of his clothes had been neatly folded and were lying on the couch, ready for use. "Wow," he uttered to himself.
"Breakfast is ready when you are," came the cute voice from the kitchen.
"I'm on my way," he responded. He dressed as quickly as he could and proceeded into the adjoining room.
The kitchen was very small, just a narrow walkway with room in the back for a tiny gray dinette table and two chairs. Kevin took a seat in the nearest one as Josie placed a fully loaded plate in front of him - three scrambled eggs, buttered toast, a healthy portion of fried potatoes, and four slices of bacon.
Just as he was sizing up the enormous feast before him, she placed a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee down in front of him. "There. I think that's everything."
"Wow," he said, this time out loud for her to hear. "This is...incredible. Really."
She slid sideways into the other chair holding a cup of coffee and smiling slyly at him. "I'm glad you like it. I know how you old guys love a big breakfast in the morning." Then she gave him a wink for good measure, just so he would know she was only playing with him.
"You're funny," he answered, then took a bite of toast and winked back.
About halfway through his meal, Kevin noticed she wasn't eating. She just sat there looking at him while taking sips of coffee.
He cleared his throat and looked about the kitchen. "Aren't you eating?"
"Nah - I'm not much of a breakfast eater."
"You mean..." he began, looking over at the stove then down at his plate. "You did all of this for me?"
"Mmm hmm," she answered, smiling over at him. Her big, beautiful brown eyes were sparkling while the light freckles around her nose and cheeks reflected from the morning sunshine coming in the window and gave her an almost ethereal look.
For a moment, Kevin was lost in the sheer beauty of this woman and all he could do was stare at her. "Jesus Josie," he finally managed to say. "You didn't have to do all this."
