Our First, Her Worry!

Kneeling, whispering into her ear “Wake up Sleeping beauty, your prince Charming is her to make all your dreams come true!”

“Whaa...” her eyes slowly opens as I place my gloved hand over her mouth. Her struggles is useless as I outweigh her by a good three stone and I already have her only able to use one hrm to fight . Also the glove is soaked in old fashioned ether so every breath she breath makes her sluggish. As she’s going limp, I lift her up and carry her through to the bedroom, gently laying her down on the the duvet,close to the edge. Undoing my cuff, I work the duvet toward her, rolling her gently over it onto the bare sheet then covering her up.

Crawling onto the space she just vacated, settling in for the night, But the sight of her perfect breasts were too much to resist, tossing the duvet aside leaning over kissing them, surveying the rest of her well exposed torso. The only disappointment for him was the sight of the cherry red thong “Oh no we can’t have this!” Gently lifting her ass, sliding the offensive piece of cloth down to her thighs. As he slides it down her well toned legs he can’t help but to caress the flesh as the go.

His mind is aflamed as he comes to her feet, the thong thrown onto the floor, he knew he had to spread her legs and look at the prize hidden from view. The impulse overcame him as he climbed on the bed butterfly kissing his way up the insides of her legs. Finally at junction, “So beautiful!” Placing a long sensuous kiss on the outer lips, before penetrating her with his tongue.

A soft sigh of pleasure escapes her lips as he works her sex for more than fifteen minutes. Then the duvet returns as he takes his position beside her. “Tomorrow when you willing we consummate our union my precious!”

Her internal clock wakens her at her accustomed five thirty, stretching under the duvet before rolling out of bed, her hand going to her thong,finding it gone! “Damn must still be half asleep once more trying to take her thong off, her fingers coming in contact with a flaky crust. Thinking back to the events of last night, failing to remember anything after turning on “Up In The Air” Man! I must have been tired if I can’t remember masterbating myself!

Going to the shower, turning on the hot tap then the cold to temper it before getting in. Letting the water stream off her form for a few minutes before grabbing the body wash, paying extra attention to her crusted pelvic region. When done ,towels off before going to the bedroom to collect the accustomed yoga pants, sport bra and tank top. Her cross trainer shoes on her feet, keys and gym bag on her back, she begins her daily routine.

I watch her go from the door to the cellar, her magnificent form hidden from view by the clothes and bag. An hour and a half she’ll be back, in my arms ready to start our life as one! My darling deserves a feast fit for a queen, setting about preparing blueberry muffins, apple cheddar french toast and a pot of breakfast tea blend. All is ready as I finish setting the table, when I heard the door unlock. Into the kitchen she comes , stopping when she spots me. “Who are you? How did you get in my house?” Her hand goes to the side of the gym bag, extracting her phone. “Get out or I’m calling the police!”

The word reverberates in my head “No Auntie I’ll be good do call the police!” falling to the floor into a fetal position, sucking my thumb gently rocking side to side.

Man! My workout really has released my pent up tension. About at step onto my driveway I glance across the street, something caught my eyes but when i fully concentrate I see nothing, oh well probably a bird! Running the last few paces to the door, getting the keys out, unlocking the door and going in.

Inside there a smell in the air that shouldn’t be there. A power bar and a cup of tea on the go is my normal. The smell gets stronger as I approach the kitchen. Entering, I see the table set with two place setting, looking past a familiar face I’ve seen before somewhere

“Who are you?” stepping back wards, “How did you get in my house?” my hand reaching to my bag for my phone. “Get out or I’m calling the police!” Whoever he is drops to the floor curling up rocking while sucking his thumbs

‘No auntie! I’ll be good don’t call the police!” it’s like he just snapped, lying there rocking repeating the same words over and over. I run to my driveway, calling the police as I go. Twenty minutes later a car is in front of my place, two officers, a male and female get out. Telling them what i found when i got home, the male officer enters cautiously, his partner staying with me.

Five minutes pass before over her radio come a call for an ambulance. Ten minute latter a gurney is wheeled on and back out with the stranger strapped in, still saying the same words. An hour later I’m told that he Grant Windslow, that he lives across from me. Eating the muffins he made, the police finally leave telling me that they will keep me updated.

Cleaning up, getting what looks like flakes of crystallized sugar of the counter. Flakes of white-NO he couldn't have!