The following morning Juice awoke to smells of cooking that his home had probably not bore witness to in five years. He pulled on a set of tracksuit pants and wandered down into the kitchen where he found Jane, cooking pancakes, happily flipping away whilst singing along to some cheesy 80's rock at full blast on the radio.
He stood leaning on the door watching the spectacle, her ass bopping along to the music as she cooked, man that was just hypnotic. He was glad of his choice of sweat pant at this point because something was definitely stirring down there and his baggy pants went some way to disguising it. Her singing was something else, Juice had heard a lot of guys scream for their lives over the years and this was a sound that probably closely mimicked that, and that was what made him laugh out loud and that was what made her jump as she spun around.
Lowering the radio her face was scarlet. "sorry" she whispered, "I just sort of get carried away". He was still smiling widely at her and she couldn't help but laugh. "I realise I can't sing, this doesn't stop me from trying". Juice laughed and thanked every God he could think of that at least she wasn't a fan of opera. "Pancakes?" He observed. "Went to the shop while you were in bed" she replied. "Figured if I was going to be here for a day or two I could get a few groceries, the budget will just stretch to that, also I needed tea. Dammit is there any place in this state that sells a proper English tea bag?"
It was at that point she noted that Juice was wearing just sweat pants, no shirt. His lean, muscled torso was a hell of a sight for a girl first thing in a morning. His olive skin was rippled with muscles, tattoos adorned his arms and one just under his left pec that had her imagining what it would be like to trace the lettering of it with her tongue. He was perfect.
"Sleep well?" he asked, breaking the reverie. "not bad" she answered, thinking it would have been massively improved by waking up in those muscular arms. Oh god she was off again, daydreaming. She continued daydreaming as she served up breakfast and when Juice announced he was off to take a shower it was all she could do not to offer to join him and scrub his back.
The hot water hit Juice's face as he soaped up his chest. He couldn't get her out of his head at all. Every time he closed his eyes all he could see was her ass jigging from side to side. She'd worn a white tank top today, low cut. Those babies had to be double D at least, he could imagine his tongue grazing her sweet little nipples. His cock began throbbing for attention and as he thrust a soapy hand around his shaft all he could think about was what being inside her would be like. He wanted to watch her come. He wanted to see her face as she came apart calling his name. He wanted to please her, he wanted to get to know every inch of her intimately. His strokes grew faster and faster as he panted out hard breaths towards his orgasm, her name on his lips as he come violently over his hand. If only thinking about her had given him one of the best releases of his life he could only imagine what being with her could feel like. For the sake of his cock he needed to put shy Juice to one side and take control. He needed her, he wanted her and he was damned sure he was going to have her.