Mornings

I wish I could say it was a night of good sleep but it seemed her self consciousness knew something was underneath her and made her toss and turn in her sleep through out the night. Everytime I would get close to drifting off, she would flip over or change positions, my lease favorite was with her on her side with one leg pulled to the back. In this position, it was like my body was in a pair of scissors, my head and neck in the vice. But when her alarm went off and she sat up, it was like she said, she didn't pay attention to me as her weight chrushed downward on my face. With a yawn, she scooted to the edge of the bed, sliding off and lazily walked to the bathroom. She plopped down on the toilet, so much so I was fearful for my neck as it sped downward towards the toilet seat but she adjusted me to the front as if she was just adjusting a pair of panties so she wouldn't pee and shit on them. Her business finished, she got up, sliding the garden belt off her body as she stood up and flushed the toilet. With a sigh and yawn, she reached in and turned the water on, suddenly panicking if she actually remembered I was attached to her or if she was about to take a bath. I was answered as she turned a knob, the shower spurting to life as she waited a moment before stepping in. I wish I could say my breathing was water free, but if there was anymore water, it could of been considered waterboarding as the water ran down her back, into her ass crack and collected onto my head. Luckily, I clear channel of breathing through her thighs as she remembered her tasks she had to do and quickly washed her body, her hands and sponge rubbing my body as if it was part of her leg. She turns off the water, her hands quickly rubbing over our bodies with a towel. She shuffles out of the bathroom, her dainty feet barely making any noise on the carpet as she opened her closet. "What should I wear for the first day...a pair of yoga pants? Na, that would be to nice. A long flowing sun dress? Still to easy. I know..." She grabs something from the closet, her feet shuffling over to the dresser as she picked out her underwear. I feel a pair of panties panties slide over my body, coming to a rest behind my head. The garter belt returns, the clips clasping on my straps. The feeling of denim answers my curiosity about what she picked as she shoved her leg with me attached through the pant leg, the other one following before jumping in place as she pulled them up, sealing me in a tight heated prison. They were tight around my body, sucking my face deeper into her ass. That was nothing as her knees bent, her ass slamming down as she sat on the bed. I feel her doing something around my feet, figuring she was putting on socks. She stood back up, pausing in front of her closet as she slipped into some slips ons, grabbing a shirt and slipping it over her head after sliding into a sports bra. The whole time, the combination of our bodies were making the confined place very warm. The temp went even higher as she begins to walk, her thick thighs rubbing against my body as her ass cheeks grinded my head back and forth as she walked.