Pancakes

You had fallen asleep very satisfied. You feel the same way when you wake up, only relaxed and well-rested too. Tibby sleeps soundly on top of you. She certainly gave you all the attention you wanted (and more) and you gave her all the attention she wanted (and more).

You can't figure out how to manoeuvre out from under her without waking her so you eventually figure to just go for it. You roll and slide, but of course she wakes up before you can get away completely. 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 just kiss her forehead and tell her to go back to sleep as long as she needs before you roll her back down like she was before.

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. Peeking in at Tibby again, you decide that you will start cooking and hope that her nose wakes her up. 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 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. You smile as you hear that noise 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 has coffee grounds in it. When the coffee is ready, you make a cafe au lait and put it on the coffee table. "Breakfast is almost ready, Tibby, and as adorable as you are, it's not going to come to you."

She just opens one eye to look at you. "Why not?"

"Because if I am going to lick maple syrup off your...fingers, I want the kitchen table underneath, not couch and carpet which are hard to clean. Now get your cute butt into the kitchen."

You go back into the kitchen. When she finally walks into the kitchen carrying her coffee cup, you feel overdressed. She is not wearing a stitch of clothing.

When she sees your dropped jaw, she just tips down her head while still looking at you. "Do you know how hard it is to clean clothes?"

"Does that mean that I should change and keep my clothes clean too?"

"Are you worried that I'll get my sticky fingers all over them?"

"Worried? No. Jealous? Maybe."

She gracefully sat down while you pulled the pot of pancakes out of the oven and put them in the centre of the table. You put the last batch of bacon on a plate and bring it to the table. Standing there, you slowly take your shirt off, just watching the reaction of your pet as every inch is revealed. She licks her lips but then covers it by taking another drink of her cafe au lait from her big, round mug. You toss your shirt into the living room. It lands near her yoga mat which is still out from last night. Then you push your remaining clothes down your legs and kick them into the living room too. They don't travel nearly as far. You swagger a bit as you fetch the warmed maple syrup from the microwave and bring it to the table.

"In all honesty, you can have more than half of these pancakes because I ate two while I was cooking. They didn't turn out well," you say.

"So maybe Sir John isn't as chivalrous as I thought? Do we need to take away your title?"

"I thought telling you was a very proper thing to do. Keeping it a secret would be not chivalrous."

Tibby puts her finger to her chin. "Hmm...you may have a point there."

"Thank you, milady. Now, please help yourself to two chivalrous pancakes and then as many more as you desire."

"No, thank you. I think I'll start with the bacon that woke me up. How much of that did you eat?"

"None. It made it all to the plate."

"Really? I think that I shall have to investigate this claim." With that, Tibby gets up from her chair. As she walks to your seat, she motions for you to push back. She sits on your lap, sniffs in front of your face twice and then proceeds to kiss you. She begins with your lips and soon has her tongue in your mouth. By the time she's finished you feel breathless. "Good, so good. Oh, and no bacon detected either." She grins, winks, pecks your lips again, glides her butt across your lap as she gets up, goes back to her chair.

The banter continues throughout a leisurely breakfast. Once the eating is done, you take the mug of warmed maple syrup. It has cooled slightly so you don't believe there will be a risk of scalding anything. Just to be sure you pour a little on your finger as you hold if over your plate.

Tibby says, "Can I lick that up, please?" You hold out your finger for her to lick. The temperature was as you thought, slightly warmer than room temperature.

Now it's your turn to get up from the table and motion for her to push her chair back. Once you have her where you want her, you dribble some of the syrup slowly over her left breast. It lands above her nipple, but flows down to cover her nipple before dripping onto her thigh below. From there it slides down her leg onto the chair. You lean down to lick from the bottom of her tit up to where the flavour ends, making sure your tongue is wide to capture as much of the trail on the first pass as possible. Her breath hitches as your tongue reaches her nipple.

You repeat the process on her right breast. This time she sighs and moans. Next, you go down further and press her legs apart. You start with your tongue near her right knee and lick halfway up her thigh. Then you move your tongue to just above her left knee and lick all the way up her thigh before returning to her right thigh and finishing the path to the top of that thigh. Lowering your lips to her chair, you suck up as much of the small puddle of syrup as you can. It sounds like a straw when the cup is nearly empty.

Your hands are still on her knees, holding them apart as you sit up and grin at her. You take this opportunity to purposely swallow a couple of times to clear your mouth of the flavour. Then you bend down again and lick her right thigh in the trail where the maple syrup trickled down her leg; your tongue travels from the chair to the top of her thigh. You repeat this path on her left thigh, but linger at the top of her leg.

You then put your head back between her legs. You lap at the puddle that's now almost dry because the maple syrup has been cleaned. You stiffen your tongue and lick closer to her legs, running along the seam where her thighs rest on the chair. She shivers.

This time you keep your head between her legs as you again clear your mouth of any residue. When you know that your mouth is wet enough with saliva, you move your head forward. With a broad relaxed tongue you lick the outer edges of her pussy lips. There is a slight jerk as she sits up straighter.

Your tongue continues moving upwards, over the crest of her mound. It skips over some skin to jump to her abdomen and continues upward until the angle of your head moves your tongue away from her skin. Still your head continues to rise as you form a grin to meet your pet's eyes.

"My turn," she says. Once you are where she wants you, she clumsily pours syrup across your chest from one collarbone to the other. "Sorry, I'm not as practised as you are, I guess."

"I don't have practice."

She proceeds to lick, starting at your breastbone and working to one shoulder and then the other, slurping loudly. You can feel the maple syrup continue to descend down your ribs to your abdomen like a mountain mudslide. The double sensations duel for your attention.

As if to control the flow, Tibby grasps your waist on both sides. You can soon feel it tickle as the syrup follows the line of her thumbs towards your centre.

She begins to lick lower down on your chest then a bit lower down yet again as she runs her flat tongue over your nipples. This time as she licks up your breastbone, her chest rubs against yours, bringing with it syrup that had already slid down. As she wiggles from side to side you can feel her slick curves press into you and your dick lets you know how enjoyable it is.

You chuckle. "I think you are making a mess more than anything. I just cleaned you up."

As you were talking, she had leaned back. She takes her hand, scoops maple syrup from your abdomen, and smears it up your body. Near your shoulders she spreads her fingers out wide. "I thought you wanted my sticky fingers all over you." Those sticky fingers are now drawing figure eights on your skin.

"Those were your words, not mine. I said I wanted easy cleaning and right now I think the easiest cleaning will be in the shower when we can wash the mess away when we are finished making it." With that you pick her up and carry her into the bathroom. You move through the hallway quickly to minimize drips. She giggles as she bounces when you jog.

You put her down in the shower but don't turn on the water. "Here we are, my pet. Proceed to finger paint."

However, instead of using her fingers, she proceeds to rub her body up against yours. The maple syrup adds an interesting texture to the sensation. Eventually the layer gets thinner and thinner.

"Well, that was fun. I think we're done," you say.

"I'm not done yet," she pouts. "I didn't get to lick you clean."

There's only one place you want her tongue right now. "OK. You can lick my dick clean."

What does the little brat do? She starts licking halfway down your thigh and moves up! And when she gets to the goods, she licks off to the side of them! However, it makes you groan and lean back into the tiled wall behind you. Then she proceeds to do the same on the other side.

There's a slight hesitation before you feel her tongue lapping with small strokes at the underside of your dick near your balls. Methodically she moves towards the tip. She repeats the series of licks. She then takes you into her mouth, and rolls her tongue in circles around your dick. When she's gone as deeply as she can, she sucks you deeper into her mouth with her tongue rubbing along the bottom of your dick the whole time. She continues to do things with her mouth that feel good and then feel better and better until you explode in her mouth. She slurps down as much as she can but you can see some dribbling down her chin. She is panting as she looks up at you.

Now it's cleanup time. You happily hand her the soap and you turn on the water. This time her hands explore you with soap and washcloth before your hands explore her with soap and washcloth. You pretend that you are having problems getting her clean as you wash her breasts over and over. This causes her to giggle. You both take care to clean really well between legs, rinsing over and over again.