Stroke

Somehow, no matter how often I see her tits, they never fail to turn me on.

I reach under the covers and circle the base of my cock with my fingers, stroking slowly as my body wakes up. My gaze wanders over Lydia's breasts, round and full but not too large. She's looking back at me, with no hint of shame at her bare chest, a sleepy smile on her face.

I run my hands over my thighs and pull back the sheets.

A distant look passes Andrew's face as if he has something else on his mind. Most days he gets out of bed and hurries about his morning routine, then leaves with no more than a kiss and a stroke on the cheek, leaving me to .. but no, he's leaning back with that smile on his face, and his eyes are wandering over my body. Still watching his face, I settle back against the pillows a little, as his eyes light on my nipples. Today will be interesting after all.

Andrew grunts softly and pushes the bedclothes down to reveal his body.