Sometime during the night we must have both changed position, my fingers no longer buried in Beth's wetness, and when Beth opened her eyes, the first thing she did was reach for my hand, bringing it to her mouth, sliding her tongue over my fingertips. "Mm."
I fanned my face. "That's one amazing 'good morning'."
She grinned. "Just for starters. But we probably ought to get up, at least do the first couple of things we talked about."
"OK. Want breakfast? I got bacon."
The way Beth's eyes lit up was almost the same as when I'd promised her some new things to play with, and I chuckled. "Bacon sandwiches it is, then."
When we'd finished eating, Beth glanced into the spare bedroom. "So what do we need?"
I listed on my fingers. "Desk - I've always wanted a bigger one - then a chair, a lamp, a stand for the computer."
"We can get all that at the big furniture place on the motorway," Beth suggested. "They have a restaurant too."
"Great idea. You want a shower before we go?"
She shook her head, grinning. "Liking the way it feels, remember. We can shower when we've got all the flatpack together."
I watched her dress, just t-shirt and jeans, then pulled on my own clothes. A few minutes later we were on the motorway, and Beth pointed. "There it is."
I pulled off at the exit, finding a parking space, and we walked into the entrance. "Office stuff's at the far end," I nodded, looking at the store guide.
We found the display of desks, and I pulled out drawers, checked space for hanging files. "There's not much to choose between them."
Beth ran her fingers over the dark wooden surface. "I like this one."
She grinned at me. "I'm imagining you bending me over it, thrusting into me, maybe pressing my breasts down against the wood..."
I took a deep breath, checking to see no-one was in earshot. "Wow. Well, my love, if that's the desk you want to be bent over and fucked, we're definitely getting it."
I pulled out my phone, and as I took a picture of the desk and its barcode, Beth deliberately put her hands flat on the desktop, her hips pushed suggestively towards me, looking over her shoulder. "Damn," I shook my head, "I won't be able to show this to the stock guy if I have trouble finding it."
Office chairs were next, and I glanced at Beth knowingly. "Go on, then."
"Hmm," she pretended to puzzle. "Does it have to have arms?"
"I guess we don't have to put them on."
Beth sat in the nearest chair, fiddling with the lever to let it rock backwards, then parting her legs, fingers pressed to the front of her jeans. "Mm, this has all sorts of possibilities."
Another picture - "They'd definitely sell more stuff if they used your album in their catalogue instead," chuckled Beth - then we were onto the smaller items. But if I'd assumed Beth couldn't use them to tease, I'd have been mistaken, the floor lamp becoming the pole for an exotic dance pose - "Maybe I'll try it as a hobby."
Finally we had the catalogue numbers for everything on our list, and we started to make our way towards the stock area. But Beth had one last surprise - "Look, there."
She was pointing at a large mirror, and I gave her a puzzled look. "Where would we put it?"
"In the bedroom, dummy - then I can see what it looks like when you do some of the things to me we've talked about."
I held my hands up in surrender, grinning. "OK - but I think we'll have to get that delivered."
"OK."
We made it to the stockroom without any more of Beth's surprises, and I tapped in the codes. "OK - they have everything available, we just have to pay and the guy'll bring it all to the pickup area. Want some lunch now?"
"Mm, definitely."
The restaurant was back upstairs, and we queued for meatballs and other specialties, then found a table. "So we'll get all this stuff home and put together," I suggested.
"Then we can treat ourselves to some online shopping," nodded Beth. "Of course, we might take a break to try out your new office."
I chuckled. "Of course."
We carried on with our meal, and after a while my phone buzzed. "OK, everything's ready."
Beth speared her last meatball. "Let's go, then."
I brought the car to the pickup area while Beth smiled her thanks at the store person. Everything slid easily into the back of the car, and we were on our way home. "You were right about these stairs," I puffed as Beth helped me haul the biggest box up and into the spare room. "Exercise is good for you," she teased.
As always, I scratched my head over the instructions before tentatively fitting piece A to piece B. "It's a good job men don't find it so tricky to know what goes where when they get with a girl," Beth teased, "or the human race wouldn't have lasted very long."
"There are instruction books for that too, you know," I pointed out.
Beth's eyes lit up, and she grinned. "I bet they have that in the online store - let's get one later."
The desk took shape, and I half-expected Beth to pull off her jeans there and then and give me the chance to realise her fantasy. But we got everything together, and Beth swivelled experimentally on the chair, swinging her legs. "This is great."
She got to her feet. "You can do all the computer stuff tomorrow, right? Think it's time we had that shower."
I helped her wash - "But we're going to get sticky again later, right?" she grinned - and we sat on the bed wrapped in our towels, the computer on Beth's lap. She flipped open the screen, and tapped in the name of the site, then clicked on the store link. "Wow..."
She hovered the pointer over a couple of the items. "Hmm... this one's like the one I already have. But this other one -" she shivered deliciously - "that gives me some definite ideas."
She added it to her basket. "Oh, and this stuff - what do you think, strawberry or vanilla?"
"Get them both," I grinned.
Beth picked a couple more items, then "Oh!"
"What?" I leaned across to look.
She pointed. "I - I hadn't thought about that."
I chuckled. "Maybe you really are as innocent as I always thought."
I tapped the trackpad. "There - we don't have to use it if you don't want."
