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saw his shirt on the floor. She got out of bed and
put on his white shirt. It went all the way down and covered her hips. She hid
behind the bookshelf and peeped at him in the kitchen. He was preparing breakfast.
    He looked up, and
before she could duck had noticed her head. He smiled at her. ‘Hi.’
    ‘Hey,’ she
responded.
    ‘Take a quick
shower,’ gesturing towards the bathroom. ‘Breakfast will be ready in a few
minutes.’
    ‘Yessir,’ she said
with an amused smile, heading towards the bathroom.
    She closed
herself inside the bathroom, and saw that there was a varied assortment of
toiletries inside the wall cabinet. She went into the shower cubicle and washed
herself with warm water. That done, she stepped out of the shower cubicle and
searched his bathroom cabinet for some deodorant. There was Eau Pour Homme by Armani and Platinum Egoiste by Chanel. She applied the Armani roll-on
onto her underarms and smiled to herself when she noticed the two cups with each
a continuing a toothbrush. One was labeled: MINE and the other: YOURS.
VERY NEW .
    She took the
“very new” toothbrush and thoroughly brushed her teeth before gurgling with
some mouthwash that she found in the cabinet.
    Two soft knocks
came at the door. Before she could reply the door opened slightly and his voice
asked, ‘I’ve got chicken polony and French polony. Which would you like?’
    She spat into
the wash basin. ‘Which do you recommend?’
    ‘The French have
always had good taste in food, not clothes.’
    She laughed. ‘Okay.’
    ‘Une autre
chose. How would you like your eggs?’
    ‘Um…it’s a bit
complicated.’
    Excite me,’ he said
with an mused laugh.
    ‘I like them beaten,
but not scrambled.’
    ‘Comin’ up.’ He
closed the door.
    She inspected
her teeth in the mirror. Fine. Then with a contemplative expression on her face
she chose Egoiste to spray onto her body before putting on his shirt and
stepping out of the bathroom.
    ‘Señorita, breakfast
is served.’
    She sat down at
the counter and stared at her dish: three vienna sausages, toast bread, some
yoghurt, eggs, carrot salad, and some fruits next to a steaming cup of coffee.
Same for him.
    She lifted the
cup of coffee and took a sip. She picked up her fork and tasted the eggs and
viennas. ‘Mmm. Good. Very good, Mr. Imposimato.’
    ‘Grazie.’
    ‘There’s
something I’d like to know,’ she said, stealing a glance at him.
    ‘Prego.’
    ‘Where did you
learn to sew so well?’
    ‘My mother –
bless her soul.’
    ‘She also taught
you how to cook?’
    He smiled at
her. ‘My mother was a very talented woman.’
    A brief moment
of silence passed.
    She frowned
curiously at him. ‘What do you do?’
    ‘Another thing
my mother – God bless her soul – taught me: Don’t talk while you’re eating.’
    ‘So what’re we
supposed to do?’
    He responded
with a smile. ‘We eat in silence, admire each other’s faces and fall in love.’
    She smiled back and
became silent as she ate her food.
    After breakfast
she changed into her own clothes. He walked her to the door when she was done.
‘Why does my deo smell so much better on you?’
    She stepped
outside and turned to stare at him. ‘Maybe because I’m beautiful.’
    ‘Ouch.’
    She laughed in amusement.
‘Bye.’
    He watched her walk
away and leaned against the door. ‘Hey.’
    She stopped walking
and turned back to look at him.
    He smiled at
her. ‘Think of me.’
    She feigned
surprise and asked, ‘Why should I?’
     
    * *
* * *

She grabbed his
balls in her hand and stroked them. His cock firmed up and she took it in her hand
and caressed it, feeling herself begin to flood with moisture at her loins. She
climbed on top of him and held his cock like a pedestal as she gently inserted
it into her flooding warmth. She swallowed him inside her and gasped aloud as a
wave of pleasure came over her. She began to grind herself against his pelvis.
    He grabbed her waist
and jammed himself hard against her.