"Alexis?"
"Huh, what," I answer distractedly from across the bedroom.
"What time is it?"
"3am, go back to sleep Johnny."
"Alexis, the book isn't going to disappear over night, you can finish it in the morning."
"Shh, I need to find out what happens."
"C'mon sweetie, it's lonely here in this big ol' bed," you coax. "I mean really, who's a better lover, me or Dickens?
"Johnny, Dickens is dead, you win by default. I'm reeeeading, now shhh," I mutter.
"Gonna ruin your eyes reading in the dark Lexi," you continue on.
"Haven't you got something better to do than pretend to be my mother, like maybe go back to sleep?" I ask, glaring at you.
"Fine, but you'll be tired in the morning," you reply, once again trying to get the last word in as you roll over.
I turn my attention back to "David Copperfield" and settle into the comfortable wing chair, feet up, my pale peach nightie tucked over my toes to keep warm. David is about to graduate from Doctor Strong's and I have to find out what happens to him next. Flipping the thin pages, my face buried in the book, I feel a warm hand stroking my thigh.
"Johnny, I thought you were goin' back to sleep," I sigh at you.
"You just keep reading, I'll be quiet," you promise, fingers running down my long legs, massaging my smooth calves.
"No funny business Mister, I'm reading," I warn you as you kneel in front of the chair.
"Right, no funny business, gotcha," you grin, kissing my knee.
You continue rubbing the my calves, working the muscles with your strong fingers. Gradually you move your hands up my thighs, pressing and kneading, easing out the tension.
Once again I'm lost in the book as you look up at me and then down at my pussy, barely visible through the negligee. Ever so slowly you slide your hand beneath the silk fabric and lightly stroke the soft hair.
