Wake up the boss?

Pete woke up the next morning to the sun streaming through the floor to ceiling windows. Sleeping on the sofa hadn't done his body any favors. It was 6:45am, 3 hours and change before the presentation. Hazel was still asleep on the oversized king bed.

The opulence of the room was more apparent in the daylight. Fresh flowers adorned the end tables around the room. Rich paintings of countryside vistas hung on the walls. Ornate crown molding framed the walls near the ceiling.

Pete decided he would review his presentation and let Hazel sleep a little while longer. At least, this is what he told himself he would do. He pulled out his brief case and laptop and began reviewing the presentation slides. He glanced over at the king bed and saw the outline of Hazel's curves sleeping soundly under the covers. The presentation began to slowly drift from his brain.

The final thought regarding work that wouldn't leave his mind was the personnel cuts Hazel would have to make in their operating department if this presentation went sideways. He thought about this as he subconsciously meandered to the extra large four poster bed. In the morning light he could see the sturdy posts were carved with care and intricate detail, no expense spared.

Hazel's curls spilled around her head as she slept soundly on her side facing the exterior vistas of the city behind him. One arm was hooked over her head and the other arm was under the covers. Damn she was hot as she slept he thought. Shit, the quarterly projections, he needed to focus on the quarterly projections. He needed Hazel awake and reviewing with him. His brain and his dick were at odds as usual around smoking sleeping women.

Pete half heartedly tried to wake Hazel up with a gentle, "good morning, Hazel, you awake?"

Hazel stirred shifted the top duvet cover off and part of the silk sheet below. Pete gaped at the white tank top covered tits splayed out on her chest. Her mounds maxed out the ribbed cotton tank top. Her chest heaved as she let out a large yawn and pulled her other arm above her head thereby pulling her tits upward.

Once she was done with her yawn her left arm sunk below the covers and obviously rested between her legs.

"Daddy, five more minutes," she sleepily exhaled.

Pete saw Hazel's arm slowly start to move up and down between her legs. His horny courage moved to the end of the bed and VERY slowly pulled the duvet and silk sheets off her body. The arm was the first to appear from the blankets. Then her hips covered by the gray sweat pants. Then her hand cupping her pubic area above her clothes. Finally her legs and feet were free from the obscuring sheets.

"Are you sure you don't want to join me? Mommy is at work. It's my eighteenth birthday after all," Hazel explained with a sleeping chuckle.

What the fuck, Pete whispered to himself?

Hazel's eyes were very much still closed as her left hand dipped below the waistband of her sweat pants. Her right hand drifted to her tank top and completely freed her left tit out and the shoulder strapped moved down her opposite arm.

"Yes, Daddy, I've seen how you watched me ever since you married mommy last year. Especially when I accidentally left the bathroom door open when I was showering," she whispered as she teased her freed nipple.