Breakfast

When you wake up next morning, relatively early thanks to the fact that you didn’t stay up all that late last night, it’s to find yourself alone in your bed. There’s no sign of Rachel, although you can still smell her on your sheets.
Then you hear a sound coming from downstairs, likely that of a door or a cupboard being shut with a bit more **** than is strictly necessary, and smile as you get out of bed. Putting on your bathrobe, you glance out the window and note it looks like it’ll be another sunny, beautiful day.

Next stop is the bathroom, and after taking care of your normal morning business by taking a piss, a grin forms on your face as you think that you’d better get cleaned up down there for Rachel’s sake. So you clean your cock off with water and soap in the bathroom sink, chuckling as your thoughts of Rachel and your light washing of your member means that it’s swelling back to hardness before your eyes, and by the time you’re towelling it off, it’s erect to the point where you have to wiggle your hips to get it back inside your boxer shorts.

Leaving your bathrobe to hang open, you want Rachel to see how hard thinking about her makes you, you exit the bathroom and head downstairs.
As it turns out, Rachel is in the kitchen, and as you enter it your heart skips a beat at the sight of her, looking happy and slightly distracted as she walks around in a thin baby-blue robe that is tied around her narrow waist and which reaches just under halfway down her thighs. What she’s doing is fixing the both of you breakfast, and she hasn’t noticed you yet.

“Good morning,” you announce your presence.

“John!” Rachel cries out, a delighted smile on her face as she stops what she’s doing and rushes over to throw her arms around you and kisses you, mashing her tits against your chest and reminding you of how just huge those two perfect globes really are.

While you kiss, you close your arms around Rachel’s back in a loose embrace, while she starts grinding softly against your cock, the distance in height between you meaning that your schlong is rubbing against her belly.

“Good morning, John,” Rachel picks up the conversation again once she’s retreated from your lips and backed out of your embrace, one dainty hand coming down to your briefs, and she’s cupping as much of your cock as she can fit into one of her hands, “want me to kiss this guy good morning too?”

“Let’s wait until after breakfast,” you reply with a smile and lean in to kiss her on the lips again, a low groan leaving your throat to flow into her mouth when she gives your cock a playful squeeze.

“Okay…” she bats her eyes at you and smiles again when the kiss is over, the radiant smile on her beautiful face serving as a reminder of just how lucky you are, “Anyway, I’ve just finished preparing a big, healthy breakfast for my stud.”

“Stud?” You’ve never been called that before.

“Uh-huh,” Rachel nods at you as she takes you by the hand and leads you over to the kitchen table, “after what you did to me yesterday… well, if I’m your slut, then you’re my stud!”

“I guess I can live with that,” you grin.

“Anyway, sit down here, and your horny little slut will bring you your breakfast,” Rachel tells you as she stops in front of one the chairs, pulling it back for you seat yourself on before helping you out of your bathrobe.

“Alright,” you chuckle and shake your head, a big grin on your face as you sit yourself down.

“We’re all out of fruit,” Rachel announces as she returns to the table a couple of seconds later, carrying with her two big bowls of chopped apples, oranges, grapes and bananas, placing one in front of you and one in front of the seat directly opposite of yours.

“Right,” you nod again as you look down at the fruit salad that Rachel’s fixed for you, not having to wait long before she brings you both a bowl of cereal too, then a platter of toast and some butter, a cup of coffee each and a glass of orange juice to go with it.

“And there we are, sir, does it look satisfactory?” Rachel asks with an impish grin, obviously delighted at pretending to be your slutty waitress as she stands right next to you with her hands behind her back.

“Oh yes,” you can do little but nod your head yet again as you survey the feast that Rachel’s prepared for the both of you to enjoy, “But it does make me wonder what exactly you’ve got planned for us today if I’m going to need this much energy!”

“Well…” Rachel purrs, reaching for the sash holding her robe together and untying it with a flick of her wrist, causing the robe to slide apart and reveal what’s underneath.