Pancakes & bacon

You had fallen asleep very satisfied. You feel the same way when you wake up, only relaxed and well-rested too. Tibby sleeps soundly beside you.

You carefully slip out of bed, trying not to wake her. Bathroom, closet, kitchen. Today will be a proper breakfast with bacon and pancakes and syrup. You start by gathering the ingredients and rummaging through cabinets and drawers to find what you'll need to prepare your chosen meal. Hard to do when you aren't sure what all you are going to need, but the idea had sounded great when you had it.

You scoop up your cell phone from the coffee table and settle into the armchair to find a pancake recipe. There seem to be so many and they all look slightly different. Eventually you'll have to ask your mom how she made hers so great all those years, but you're too hungry to contact her now. You might also ask her if she has something you can heat your maple syrup in. You couldn't find anything in your mixed collection of kitchen items so will have to use a mug in the microwave today. You pick a recipe that has a short ingredient list and a short action list, hoping that it won't be too complicated.

Taking your phone back into the kitchen you begin to prepare the pancake batter, one bowl dry ingredients and one bowl wet. You decide that you will start cooking and hope that her nose wakes up Tibby. You mix the batter quickly and then start pouring batter into a skillet. The first one doesn't turn out so great so you get rid of the evidence by chewing and swallowing it. The next one is better, but you have a new "learning opportunity". You set it aside, just in case it's the best you can do. When the third one finally looks decent, you decide to hide the second pancake in your digestive system too. In order to keep them warm, you'll try the trick in the recipe of putting them in the oven at a low temperature. Even though it's not what's in the recipe, you put the surviving pancake in a pot. The pot goes in the oven and you hope that the pancakes will just keep getting better and better. You get all the batter cooked and then start frying the bacon in the same skillet.

It's the smell of bacon that finally wake up your pet. She makes that same noise she did yesterday morning. Some day you'll have to figure out how to describe it. She doesn't sound happy but you think she sounds cute. You smile as you hear it again. You have kept the boiled water in the kettle, but at that noise, you put the kettle on again to bring it up to a new boil. Then you put it in the French press which already contains coffee grounds. When the coffee is ready, you make a cafe au lait and a black coffee. You put them on the table. You go to the kitchen door and raise your voice. "Breakfast is almost ready, Tibby. Just come to the kitchen as you are."

Bacon crackling in the pan reminds you that you can't stay away too long. Thankfully this is just extra crispy and not burnt. Well, you guess this will be one way to see who likes what kind of bacon since one batch was cooked to perfection and the other...not.

When Tibby walks into the room, you stop what you are doing and stare. "You said to come just as I was." She grins and winks as she says that.

At that you smile. "I'm so glad you did." You slowly let your eyes trail down and up your pet's naked body. You pass her the plate of bacon to put on the table as she sits down. You enjoy the view of her walking away before you get the maple syrup from the microwave. You let your pet get settled before you bend over to get the pot of pancakes out of the oven and take it to the table.

When dishing up, Tibby takes the bacon cooked to perfection. Guess she likes it the same way you do. That leaves the dried out bacon for you. You try to compensate by pouring extra maple syrup on your plate and "spilling" it over the bacon.

When you have both finished eating and there are no pancakes left, you still have a puddle of maple syrup left on your plate. "You know," Tibby teases, "you really should finish everything on your plate."

"But there's nothing left to put it on."

At that, Tibby reaches over and drags her finger through the puddle. She lifts it up to your lips. You stick your tongue out and lick the dripping mess off her finger. She dips two fingers in next time and then rubs your lips with them, one finger on the top lip and the other on the bottom lip, before turning and waiting together at the centre of your mouth. This time you open your mouth wider and move forward so that her fingers are in your mouth.

Her clean hand flips her hair behind her. Her wet hand scoops more out of the puddle. She makes a small circle of syrup at the front of her shoulder and then angles the trail down to her breast where she circles her nipple in syrup.

You clear off the rest of the table, moving everything except for your plate to the counter. You ask her to get on the table. Once she does, you begin at her shoulder to lap at the trail of sweetness. You use your flat tongue to get the shoulder circle in a straight lick, but you circle your thin tongue around the nipple following the trail more closely. You are the one to dip your fingers in the puddle now. You let syrup drip onto the other nipple once before circling it and then circling outward around the breast before bringing the trail from under her breast up the middle of her chest to her neck. However, you lick along the trail from her neck to where you started. As you circle, you move your tongue slower and slower.

The puddle is getting smaller, and as much fun as this is, you have another idea. You push down your shorts and underwear and pull up your tank top. You place your whole hand in the puddle, palm down, and move it around. Then you stroke yourself a couple of times. Tibby gets the idea and slides up on the table so that her head hangs over the edge. She opens her mouth and starts to give you a blowjob with lots of licking. You are content to stand there and let her lick and suck at her own pace.

It feels unique. Gravity helps her tongue add pressure to the top of your penis. Her tongue feels heavy yet she moves it so skilfully. Curling, waving, slurping, sucking, slithering. The air feels colder as the syrup cools on the remainder of your cock. Then it warms up again as she exhales a moan, the hot air circulating along the bottom of your cock before rising on either side. More blasts of air hit you each time she exhales out of her nose. The change of sensation in one area combined with the change of motion in another area added to your rising libido during breakfast all work together to make this effective.

When you have finished feeding her with a different type of syrup, you both head for the shower. On the way, you leave a maple hand print when you pat her butt.