My Second Chance at Love

Sunday Funday (1)

Emma’s POV…

After amazing oral and then even better s*x I’m just kinda spent. I’ve never had a more fun Sunday morning in my life. I look at my watch and see that it’s only 6:15 in the morning. I kiss Andrew on the forehead. He’s still resting on my shoulder.

“Good morning babe. Sleep good?” I know he did. He never felt me move this morning. I had enough time to use the toilet and brush my teeth before I came back to bed and went to work on him with my mouth.

“Mmmhmmm. Nice alarm too,” he’s smiling. I can feel it in my neck. He lifts himself up and pulls out of me. Then he grabs my hands and pulls me up. He continues to walk, pulling my hand. We end up in the bathroom. He turns on the shower and grabs a couple of towels. He steps in and pulls me in.

“Listen, Emma, this isn’t a touch and rub, playtime shower. This is a get clean and get done shower. We have a Sunday Funday to attend to.”

“Sunday funday?” I have never in my life heard this phrase. Growing up, Sunday’s were for church and then family dinner.

“Sunday funday is a day of things or places where the entire purpose is to forget about the coming work week and enjoy the hell out of the day.”

“Okay. What do you want to do?” Honestly, I want to eat and then repeat this morning. I’m gonna walk like I rode a horse all week after the sexcapades of this weekend.

“Well, I figure you’re hungry. Friday night you said you needed a few groceries for the week, so we will take care of that. You wanna go do something close or far?

“Close,” I reply, probably too quick judging by his raised eyebrow, “so we can always come back for some private time.”

He’s now rinsing off and scrubbing my back while I shave my legs. “I like the way you think Emma. Let’s go bowling, then we can go from there.”

“I want to cook supper for you. Is that okay?”

“Emma, you could make me a pb&j and I’d be grateful. You don’t have to cook for me.”

I’ve finished shaving my legs and am now shaving my girly parts, while facing him. “I want to cook for you.”

“Okay,” he’s staring as I shave. I have no idea how, but he’s semi-hard.

“Emma, do you shave all the time?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I shave my legs because I don’t like the way prickly legs feel in my clothes or against my sheets. I shave here,” and I make sure to rub so that we’re both talking about the same thing, “because I like how it makes me feel”

“Okay. I like the way it makes me feel too. One day I’m gonna shave you.”

Oh. That’s odd but very intimate. I’m not sure how I feel about it.

We’re both done and step out. He hands me the hair dryer and kisses me, then heads downstairs.

I start drying my hair. I’m gonna wear it scrunched up today so I’ve got to stay bent over while I dry it. I never hear him, but I know he’s there. He’s watching me and I love it. I step my legs open a smidgen so it looks like I’ve readjusted my stance but from behind he’s got a view of his favorite parts of me. I immediately feel his finger tracing up and down my slit. I pull up a little and look over my shoulder to see him slide it in his mouth. His eyes are closed like he’s savoring the last bit of his favorite meal.

He’s put on boxer briefs and jeans. He hasn’t gotten a belt on yet so they’re tight on his thighs and hanging a little on his waist. He also hasn’t put on a shirt so his massive shoulders and arms are available for my ogling. I think my hair is dry enough so I shut off the dryer. He steps away.

“No ma’am. Sunday funday.” He throws he hands up defensively.

However, I know that just this tiny interaction has affected him as much as it has affected me. I can see the bulge where his d**k is hardening in his pants, but has no room to stand up.

I smirk and nod, “are you sure you want to play it like this?”

“Yup,” he says and pops the p sound hard. “By the way, I’ve made breakfast. Hurry that sweet p***y up.”

I quickly put on a tinted moisturizer and some setting powder. I apply mascara and some gloss. I bring the gloss with me. I step out and head to my room. He heads down the stairs. I grab my favorite jeans, ones that are so comfy but I never wear them out because of how tight they are and the number of holes in them. I put them on with no panties. I have to kick my legs to get them up, they’re so snug. They have a few big holes on the thighs and one or two sizable ones on each hip. There’s also a couple around the butt pockets.

I grab a bra he hasn’t seen yet. It’s a black push up bra. It puts the girls up high and makes my cleavage look like I’m a whole cup size bigger. The whole back is lace. I reach a grab a big black silky button up shirt. It’s about two sizes too big but it’s thin and see through in the sun. I grab a hot pink bandeau top. I put on my bra followed by the bandeau top. I layer the button up on top and button it halfway up. If he starts to win, I’m gonna unbutton it. I snatch my vans and some socks. I get those on, pocket my gloss and head downstairs.

“s**t Emma, you look sexy. Every time you come down those stairs or pop up on my screen, I know I’m gonna have to beat someone’s ass.”

I just smile. He can only see about two inches of pink. He must think it’s a full tank.

Breakfast is a homemade, bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. He even made coffee.

We both sit and dig in. He’s a wonderful cook. When we’re done, I grab a to go cup and fix some coffee.

“You want some?”

“Sure. Will you make it sweet and creamy?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

As I fix his coffee I reply, “I thought I already did that.” Then I rubbed his d**k through his pants as I handed his coffee to him. He groans and walks into the living room. He throws a t-shirt on. It’s snug on his shoulders and arms, not because he’s trying to show off but because he’s just so big. He grabs his keys, phone, and wallet. I grab my phone and wallet. It apparent we’re taking his truck.

As we step out, he locks the apartment and kisses me full on the lips. Then walks me to the truck. He opens my door and helps me in. It’s got a little lift so it’s tall. I mean, it fits him. Big truck for a big man. As I stretch and climb his eyes are level with my hip and he sees a hole. He just groans and shuts the door.

When he gets to his side he opens the door and takes a moment to adjust himself. He openly glares at me as he climbs in.