She can be heard before she's seen. The pondering slap of bare feet on the hardwood floor as she laboriously makes her way down the hall and into the dining room.Ā
She attempts to stifle a yawn as she stands in the middle of the room, seemingly lost in her own home momentarily.
He grins at her from the far side of the room, a hint amusement in his tone as he watches her try to parse her surroundings.
"Good morning."
"MmMmmorning..."
She replies, half greeting, half groan as she plops herself down at the table.
"Whats got you up so early? It's not even 9:00, and it's Saturday!
"I'm just..." she is interrupted by her own yawn, "I'm just... trying to be a bit more consistent... so Monday's aren't so hard... y'know?"
He walks up behind her chair, leaning forward and planting a kiss on her cheek.
"That's very responsible and forward thinking of you."
"Oh... shush you! it's... it's too early for your sass..."
"You hungry?"
"Mmhmmm"
Chuckling to himself, he makes his way back into the kitchen, cracking a few eggs into the already preheated skillet he left on the stove to go and greet her.
As they fry, he plates of the rest of the food, pancakes, toast, hash browns, and even a few cherry tomatoes for color and to make it feel like it might be even slightly healthy.
He carries the food out into the dining room, where he finds her dozing, staring off into the distance.
"You awake?"
She startles in her seat before looking back.
"Thats smells delicious."
He grins, kissing the top of her head as he sets out the food before her and takes a seat across from her.
She yawns, stretching out and resting her feet in his lap beneath the table.
He raises both eyebrows at her, but she intentionally keeps her gaze to the side is if pondering something.
Her toes curl around the waistband of his pants, tugging, and even managing to get the button before he reaches down to help her with the zipper.
She smiles at him from across the table as she begins to move her feet.
She leans back, pulling a hairpiece from her pocket and holding it in her mouth as she gathers up her hair.Ā
Forming it into a messy bun, she momentarily removes her feet from his lap so she can finish securing it.
"Now... where were we?"
She sandwiches his member between her soles, moving her feet in slow, alternating strokes as she watches his expression with a smug smile.
After a bit of playful teasing, she grips it between her toes and starts moving in earnest, holding the base with one foot while the other moves up and down along his length.
He leans back in his chair, letting out a soft grunt as he comes undone, some of his release even managing to find its way onto the tabletop.
She grins at him, "Sweetheart?"
"Yes... my love...?" He gasps.
"I think you forgot the cutlery..."
"Sorry about that... I got a bit distracted..."
Thanks for reading!š
This one gave me more trouble than I would have expected if I'm honest. I went into it wanting to try out wai NSFW 15 and did all of the roughs for the story in that, but when I went back to clean them up, I could not get the hands or feet right consistently and had to throw the entire thing out and start over in 14. In the end, I'm a little disappointed with the consistency between images in this one, but at some point you've gotta say "good enough" š
Find the original image set here!
https://civitai.com/posts/24567325Ā
You can find all my short stories here: https://civitai.com/articles/22874