Hannah

You’re having your coffee one Monday morning and Emma’s friend Hannah comes downstairs into the kitchen, ready for work. She’s wearing a short white skirt and a beige top that looks like it’s falling off of her, her hair and makeup are on point, and her lightly freckled skin is practically glowing— in short, she looks absolutely incredible.

Morning!

She says brightly, pouring herself a mug of coffee, not bothering with cream or sugar. She looks sweet enough without it. She walks over to you, stopping just shy, and sets her coffee down. Grabbing a notepad from the center of the island, she scribbles something on it and places it in front of you: a post-it note. Saying “good morning.” And… a heart. You can’t help but smile.

Aww, Hannah… thanks, princess. That made my morning.

You tuck the note away in your pocket as she takes a step closer. The air in the room changes: it becomes charged with suspense, almost a risk. It’s in the way she’s moving— the way she’s looking at you, as if you’re breakfast. You glance around to make sure you’re still alone, then give your attention back to the fiery haired goddess inching her way towards you.

Yeah? How’d you like to make my day?

she asks, her eyes full of promise, her voice dripping with seduction. She closes the distance between you and reaches down to unbuckle your belt. You freeze as you feel your body begin to respond to her advance, and it’s clear she’s not stopping. She looks down into your eyes and undoes the button and zipper, her soft hands reaching in and taking hold of you. It barely takes a few seconds before you’re completely hard for her.

Been waiting to get you alone like this. Your wife’s in the shower and your stepdaughters are still sleeping.

She kisses you hungrily as she strokes you, the morning light creating a corona of flame around her, glistening on her soft skin. She’s a really good kisser; her tongue tangles with yours as your lips move sensually together, and she keeps breaking the deepening kiss to plant soft, little ones on your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip, then coming back for more. Suddenly, she pulls away and turns around, lowering herself onto your lap— you notice immediately from the warmth of her slick moisture that she’s not wearing any panties.

I can be quick if you can…

she whispers, looking at you from over one bare shoulder. Hannah begins to roll and move her hips, grinding her sex against your shaft, coating you with her wetness. By now, you’re throbbing so badly that she’s impossible to resist, as if she ever was in the first place. You can’t stop yourself as your hands slide up her thighs and grasp her waist, steadying her as she moves, moving yourself so you can easily slip inside her.

Please?