Chapter Four: Breakfast Surprise
Much to her surprise, Cassandra woke up early the next morning; the clock beside her bed read seven o'clock. She groaned as she sat up, trying her best to stretch, but her body ached. She tried to stand, but it took awhile before she could steady herself. After a minute or so she was able to slowly walk out of the bedroom, wobbling into the bathroom in a dazed state as if she was hung over. She showered then dressed in a white clingy cut off tank top that molded to her breasts and a pair of super low rise denim shorts that exposed the firmness of the bottom of her ass. She wandered into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee and waited patiently for it to brew.
With a hot cup of the Kona coffee she walked out onto the lanai overlooking the beach. It was such a peaceful place to sit and look at nature's beauty in the comfort of her home. The horizon looked like a painting of an ocean of deep blue with white peaks and caps upon the waves, the landscape of clean, soft, tanned sand stretched from side to side and seemed farther than the eye could see with a variety of green brush and trees aligning the beach. The sound from the waves crashing in the distance made it so calming, so relaxing. She placed her cup onto the table, sat back on the lounge chair, closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath of clean salt air. Suddenly the doorbell rang.
"Who could that be this early in the morning?" she thought to herself.
Cassandra walked towards the front door and looked through the side window. Officer Williams was standing at her front door dressed in street clothes.
"Morning," he said softly as she opened the door.
"Morning, what brings you here?" she asked.
"You're going to find this really stupid, but I forgot to return your paperwork and driver's license last night." His cheeks blushed red with embarrassment as he handed her the items. "I'm really sorry," he paused and looked at her standing there with her hair wet. "Did I come at a wrong time?" He acted and sounded like a schoolboy by shifting his weight nervously.
"Uh no, do you want to come in? I've got some coffee already made."
His face lit up, "Sure that'd be nice." Then he hesitated, ashamed of his brash actions. "You sure it's not an inconvenience?"
"Nah, come on in." She led him into the kitchen, grabbed a cup and poured coffee into it. "Sugar? Cream?" she asked.
"Black will be fine. Uh, by the way my name's Cole."
"Hi Cole," she teasingly said as she placed the hot cup of coffee on the table in front of him before turning towards the refrigerator and pantry to grab a few items to cook breakfast.
Cole offered to help but she insisted he sit back and relax. He took advantage of where he sat at the table and watched as she walked back and forth to the refrigerator; reaching, bending and moving, His cock began to harden and twitch in his pants while he hungrily eyed her tits bounce about and her hips sway.
The tank top she wore barely covered the bottom of her large tits; it was thin and almost sheer enough to see right through the material giving him a good view of her pinkish brown nipples and tanned tits. It sent thunderous sensations to his loins. Her short shorts didn't help matters either, as her ass cheeks peered out and teased him. He tried to keep his composure and hide his massive hard on from her. Cassandra had already spotted it but did not let on.
Within the hour they finished eating breakfast and she began cleaning up. Cole insisted on helping her with the dishes so she gave in.
He could smell the sweet fragrance of her shampoo and conditioner from her hair and the light scent of soap as he stood beside her. Her skin looked smooth and enticing. Cole began to playfully splash water at her and eventually she splashed back. Before long her top was soaked; he could see her nipples piercing against the flimsy material.
Cole wanted her right then and there. He reached up and held her face in his damp hands, leaned forward and kissed her hard, working his tongue into her mouth; a moan escaped from the back of her throat. He leaned her against the sink moving one hand down the side of her neck to her heaving bosom; lingering, feeling her tits through her wet tank top. Lower and lower his hand traveled downward to her flat stomach then the side of her hip. Cassandra wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back passionately with her tongue meeting his.
She felt his hand on her outer thigh, working its way up. His hand worked towards her inner thigh. She parted her legs to accommodate and welcome his exploring hand.
He found the valley between her legs, rubbed his hand back and forth against the denim material. Immediately Cassandra began to rock her hips. Her pussy was already damp and her body craved his touch.
Cole broke off the kiss and looked at the young Filipina, Spanish woman; reached for the bottom of her tank top and raised it over her head while keeping his eyes upon her. In the daylight her tits looked more luscious and larger than he remembered seeing just hours before. He leaned down, taking a nipple between his lips running circles around the erect nub with his wet hot tongue. She gently held onto the top of his head as he moved from one nipple to another.
