George's place

Morgan was in the kitchen, she had told George to go take a quick shower as he definitely smelled like he had been working in the boys bathroom. She had insisted on making them both lunch and George relented. He stood in front of his bathroom mirror, toweling off, he looked his body up and down, wondering what people saw in him. His dad-bod, strong arms, chest and shoulder and soft belly were nothing to write home about. He had some body hair, nothing too crazy but it was there. His chin was significant and no matter how often he shaved, George could never get rid of his five a’ clock shadow. He shrugged his shoulders as he finished drying off, whatever it was about him, he was glad he had it. George put on some clean clothes and made his way to the amazing smell coming from the kitchen.

The smell was mesmerizing but even more wonderful was what he saw as he stood in the doorway, looking over the kitchen. Morgan hadn’t noticed him yet and was busy preparing a portion of scrambled eggs on toast. She was wearing George’s simple apron and nothing underneath it, apparently deciding to just take everything off. Her soft hips danced as she moved across the kitchen, her big tits swaying from side to side. George quietly walked up behind the girl hard at work and suddenly pressed himself against her, his arms wrapping around her waist and his crotch pressing against her exposed ass. Morgan gasped in surprise, immediately followed by a giggle, “I thought you might like this, don’t I look like the perfect little housewife?” George let his hands explore Morgans body, quickly finding her heavy breasts and squeezing them, he kissed the side of her neck as he kept playing with her chest. “Perfect indeed, I might have to keep you around.” They both laughed as Morgan leaned back to kiss George on the lips. For a moment they stood there in an embrace, making out. Then Morgan motioned for George to have a seat and plated the lunch she made.

George sat at the table, Morgan put a beautiful plate of hot food in front of him, but he noticed she only made one. As if reading his mind, Morgan took off the apron and slowly walked towards him. “I’ve got some different kind of lunch in mind for myself, you sit back and enjoy yourself... sir.” George was surprised by Morgan calling him sir, the hipster girl gave a devilish grin as she got on her knees for him. “I want to make you feel good sir” Morgan whispered to him. George realized what she wanted and was more than happy to give it to her. He grabbed his fork and began eating his meal, “get to work then.”