It was early but I was working on my second cup of coffee. The new apartment was just that, new. It still smelled of paint with an undertone of fresh cut wood. I had seen the model unit less than a week ago and this one had been under construction. The paint was dry but just barely when I moved in.
What I liked about the place and what had sold me on it was the fact that all the apartments were more like duplex houses than normal apartments. That there were about fifty of them scattered over several dozen acres with a privacy fenced backyard for each, made it feel more like a house than an apartment. It also gave an outside space with some privacy.
With two bedrooms and two baths, it was more than spacious for me. One bedroom had a fireplace and a master bath. The other had a smaller bathroom off the hallway leading to it. That bedroom was my office and workout room. Since I had just retired from the Marines, I did not have a business yet but I would need something to keep me from getting bored very soon.
My mind wandered to my crazy cousin Amy for a few seconds, her lush, naked, very responsive body running as a series of pictures across my mind's eye. I sighed deeply and sipped my coffee to clear the visions. Then I grinned and whispered, "I sure wasn't bored that morning."
Standing up, I looked around the main room of the apartment, which consisted of the living room, kitchen, and a dining area. I had spent the last three days shopping for furniture and decorations. Flea market and thrift store items were far more prevalent than new. The icebox was about the only thing new in here.
In the office, the computer desk, computer, and workout machine were all new. The mattresses were new in the master bedroom, as were the linens. A new patio set was in the back yard. Two deck chairs were on the shared front porch with a small round table. Overall, I was satisfied with the place.
There was a light knock on the front door. I looked through the peephole and Amy was grinning back at me. I frowned and sipped my coffee. The light knock came again. I debated with myself whether to open the door or not. If I didn't, I wondered what she would do. If I did... I sighed and reached for the knob.
The light knock came again and I opened the door. "Can I help you?" I asked. She had on a long duster type coat and it was closed and tightly belted.
"I need to borrow a cup of sugar," Amy replied, still grinning.
I looked her up and down and said, "You seem to also need a cup since I don't see one."
She undid the belt on the coat and then slowly opened it wide. "In that case, you can sprinkle it on me and lick it off." She was naked under the coat. The puffy ends on her breasts looked crinkly and her nipples were standing tall from the cool morning air and my eyes.
"What if I have company that might object?" I asked as my eyes wandered up and down her young firm body.
"Why would she object? She can help you lick it off," Amy said softly as she shifted her hips from side to side.
I chuckled and replied, "One tongue knocked your socks off, what would two do?"
Amy shivered hard and whimpered softly. "I'd die with a very large grin on my face."
I chuckled again and stepped back allowing her to enter the apartment. "May I take your coat?" I asked formally.
With a grin, she shrugged the coat off and handed it to me. I hung it on the coat rake behind the door and turned back her way. She had slipped her sandals off and was walking across the living room. She walked with a bounce in her step on the deep pile of the carpet. Her firm heart shaped ass swayed as she walked, the muscles under the skin moving erotically there and in her thighs, and calves.
She stopped by the dinning area and looked around. "You've done a nice job in a short period of time."
"What are you doing here so early?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen.
Amy watched me pass by and said, "I figured you would be running around as naked as I am."
"I've been busy and I haven't gotten around to it yet. Want some coffee?" I asked as I refilled my mug.
"Sure, if you have any creamer and sugar."
"Sugar, ah yes, the reason for your visit. I have sugar and I have milk. That's as close to cream as I have around here."
Amy grinned and licked her lips. "Want to make a bet on that?"
I shook my head as I pulled a mug out of the overhead cabinet. I filled it with coffee and sat it on the counter. "Sugars in the bowl and the milk is in the refrigerator. You can fix it the way you like it."
"In answer to your earlier question about why I'm here so early, I figured I would catch you still in bed or at least in the shower," Amy said softly.
I moved over to the counter separating the kitchen and the dinning area and leaned against it, sipping my hot coffee as she walked into the kitchen and opened the icebox. She bent at the waist to get the milk out. The fact that she bent far more than necessary did not go unnoticed. Her smoothly shaven plump little pussy was exposed at the top of her thighs.
"Patty sausage and biscuits sound good for breakfast," I said mostly to myself.
Amy grinned at me over her shoulder as she straightened up. Her eyes were on the tent in the front of my shorts. "I would like a big old sausage myself," she whispered softly.
With a grin, I asked, "And just how many of those have you had?"
She chuckled as she walked over to where the mug sat. "You know how many, just you and the other one who thought force feeding was necessary."
"And you didn't get the cream out of either one. Have you considered whether you are a spitter or a swallower?"
Amy poured a little milk in the mug and slowly stirred a teaspoon of sugar in as she thought the question over. She shivered at the thought of swallowing and sipped the coffee, it was a little too sweet but good all the same.
With her back to me, she whispered, "I don't know yet." She turned around and leaned back against the counter. Her eyes went from my face to the tent in my shorts several times as she sipped her coffee.
A few minutes later, she asked, "You like looking at me?"
I nodded and sipped my coffee. She smiled and whispered, "I like you looking at me. It makes me... uh... horny among other things."
"I see you used the right word this time."
With a soft giggle, she whispered, "Yeah, I learned a lot that morning. The right word was the least of it."
"Other than finding out you love oral sex and a tongue in your little butt, what else did you learn?" I asked.
Amy grinned at me over the rim of her coffee mug. "That alone was worth the price of admission."
"And?" I prompted.
"Uh... well... uh, spankings are not something to joke about, but then again... I like it when you look at me but I already said that." Her eyes dropped to the front of my shorts. "To take my time when sucking your dick." She looked up at my face. "And your dick does not go in my pussy, although I really would love it there, I think."
I grinned and whispered, "I'd love it there also but..." I left the sentence hanging and asked, "Did you get yourself a toy or two?"
Amy shook her head. "I don't know where to get toys unless I order them off the Internet and then they would be delivered to the house and mom would ask a ton of questions."
"There is a lingerie shop on your side of town that carries a fairly good selection. The lady that owns it is also very discrete and very knowledgeable."
Amy laughed nervously and shook her head. "I don't know if I could just walk in and buy something like that from a total stranger. I'd end up blushing myself to death."
"That's the good thing about total strangers, they have no idea who you are or anything about you." I paused and then said, "Maybe I should take you by there and introduce you. I need to pick up a couple of chaise lounges for sunning in the back yard, the store is right down the street anyway."
"Would you?" Amy asked.
"Do you have any clothes with you or are you just going to run around in your raincoat all day?" I asked back.
