Waking up to a new view

The rays of the dawning sun enter your room and bathes it with light, making the glass walls and crystal furniture glisten and wake you. You gather yourself for a moment, and your hand finds itself resting on the naked waist of the sleeping beauty next to you. A good thing that you woke up before her, you think, as you idly stroke her side, because you still need time to figure out what exactly you want to do with her.

Seeing her cute face sleeping contentedly, you couldn't resist giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning your gaze down her body. You reckon she's still sleeping in the same position you laid her down the night before on, and she must have been sleeping like a log from how tired she must have been from last night. You chuckle to yourself as you realize you actually forgot to get yourself off, but that's alright, there's certainly going to be plenty of chances in the near future.

You remember that her clothes are still lying on your bathroom floor, and you head off to take it downstairs to the laundry room for a wash. You couldn't resist opening her bag and snoop through her stuff, becoming a little surprised at seeing absolutely no money or identification, just a cloth handkerchief, some soggy biscuits, and a butterfly knife.

You pull out the knife and carefully open it up. While you could perform the usual tricks, you normally don't risk it when there's no one to show off to. To your surprise you find yourself admiring the blade, and you start to wonder how she came across a high quality knife. Perhaps she stole it from somewhere, or perhaps her family likes knives. Oh well, you wouldn't worry about it until she opens up to you. You carefully sheathe it and put it back, dropping the bag on the laundry room floor. While down here you take the chance to relieve yourself on the toilet.

Coming back upstairs you see her still sound asleep, and you guess that it would be some time until she wakes up. Shrugging to yourself, you decide to just go ahead with your morning rituals and start off with some light calisthenics. Sometimes you wish there's a pill or something for you to buy and just skip the exercise routine while still maintaining your form, but for now you'll just have to exercise like the rest.

Meticulously following your routine of stretching, warming up, and doing your body weight exercises took you about half an hour when you hear a stir from the bed, and you look back to find Jennifer covering herself up with her arms while looking at you with wide eyed wonder.

"Good morning Jennifer," you greet cheerfully, turning to face her, "I hope you slept well."

"Good morning," she greets back, her eyes drawn naturally to your dangling cock, "yes I did."

You'd joke and tell her that your eyes were further upward, but you're too pleased by the effect you have on her to vocalize it. Instead you move towards the pitcher of water by the end table, observing how her eyes track your cock as you move closer to her, and pour yourself a glass of water.

"Great to hear," you continue nonchalantly, drinking from your glass and sitting down on the bed next to her, "did I wake you?"

"N-no," she answers in a stammer, her face blushes at the proximity, "it's alright."

You notice her legs curl up in an attempt to hide even more of herself. Damn, you think, she's coming back to whatever sense she had before you broke her down last night. Sighing mentally, you refill your cup of water and offer it to her.

"You should drink up," you tell her, "you must be parched after..."

Your words drift in the air, and you look at her in some amusement as she stiffens up when she remembers what happened last night. She looks at the offered glass and finds herself in a conundrum: with both her hands keeping herself covered from total nudity, she couldn't decide on how to take the glass.