Sunday Morning

In the quiet morning light, you slowly opened your eyes and realized Mrs. Geoff still had her arms wrapped gently around you. The room was softly lit by the morning sun peeking through the curtains. You felt her warmth and heard her soft breathing. You nudged her gently to wake her.

"Good morning," she whispered with a soft smile as her eyes fluttered open. She didn't seem startled or surprised by the closeness, only calm and serene. Her voice carried the warmth of someone who had grown to care deeply for you. "What do you want for breakfast?"

You blinked the last bit of sleep from your eyes and mumbled, "Anything will do, thanks, Mrs. Geoff."

She released her arms from around you, sitting up with a soft sigh, the night’s comfort still lingering between you. She reached for the same bra from the night before, quickly hooking it back on and then slipping into a comfortable lounge dress that hung loosely around her.

"Go brush your teeth and come down in ten minutes," she instructed kindly.

You nodded but then suddenly remembered. “I didn’t bring my toothbrush with me,” you said, feeling slightly embarrassed by the oversight.

Mrs. Geoff chuckled lightly, shaking her head. "Ah! How forgetful I've been getting. Guess we were too exhausted yesterday." Her tone was lighthearted as she walked to a small cupboard in her room and pulled out a brand-new toothbrush, still in its packaging.

She handed it to you with a reassuring smile. "Here you go, dear. This should do just fine."

You took the toothbrush, grateful for her thoughtfulness. As you made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth, the events of the previous day felt like a blur. I wondered if it was all real or just a dream. But Mrs. Geoff was topless when you woke up, but you also know most women sleeps without their bra on.

Ten minutes later, you would head downstairs, the smell of something warm already filling the air. It was simple, but it was just what you needed.