Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
This morning she looked delectable as the sheets had come down to just barely covering her pelvis. One arm was above her head, the other flung out to the side. Her face looked like an angel in its relaxation and her tits bore scrape marks from my teeth.
Yeah…my dick started to wake up and I considered crawling in that bed, but then I had another idea.
Lucy has all the cleaned formula bottles lined up on the counter. She smiles at me and says, “I don’t mind helping out. I hate just sitting around doing nothing while Charlie sleeps.”
I nod at her as I look around the kitchen. “Think you can stay about another hour, and then I won’t need you the rest of the day.”
“Sure,” she says just as I find what I’m looking for.
“Aha,” I murmur and snag Pepper’s purse from one of the island stools. Without a second thought and certainly with no shame, I reach inside and pull out her keys. I look back to Lucy and dangle them. “I’m going to go over and wash Pepper’s car. I don’t think it’s seen soap and water in over a year.”
Lucy grins knowingly. It’s a sweet gesture a boyfriend would do for his girlfriend.
“Charlie should stay asleep but if not, I fed her about an hour ago. Not sure she needs another bottle if she wakes up anytime soon.”
“Got it,” Lucy says and goes back to unloading the rest of the dishwasher.
“Pepper’s still sleeping,” I add on.
“I’ll be quiet as a mouse,” Lucy assures me.
With that, I head out of my house and across the yard. I boldly unlock Pepper’s front door and march in like I own the place. She has a security system but confided in me she never uses it because she kept setting the alarm off by mistake and it stressed her out too much. She always forgot her password and they’d have to send the police out, so she just stopped using it, hoping that the warning sign out front provided by the security company that installed her system would be enough of a deterrent.
I manage to locate a bucket, sponge, and some old towels. I grab her dishwashing soap and head into the garage. I’ve only been in Pepper’s car once, and that was the night she drove me to the hospital. I remember her apologizing for how dirty it was, but I really wasn’t paying attention. Had other things on my mind.
But I’ve since noticed on the few occasions I’ve seen her car since, that it’s really dirty. I asked her and she said she hates washing her car and is too busy to take it to a car wash.
And I will remedy that this morning for her. In fact, maybe I’ll make it a weekly thing. Or…with my hectic schedule a monthly thing. Or…with the insane amount of money I make, I could hire someone to do it weekly.
Yeah, that sounds like a great idea.
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I’m just rinsing off the rear quarter panel on the passenger side when Pepper comes strolling out of my house. Her short hair gets easily mussed just from regular sleeping but we were rolling around a lot last night and it’s sticking up all over the place.
One of the things I like about Pepper is that she just doesn’t care.
I straighten fully and ogle her while she strides my way, her car in between us. She’s wearing nothing but one of my shirts that practically swallow her up. It comes to mid-thigh and I wonder if she bothered to put her panties on. I do a quick look around the neighborhood and no one else is outside right now, so I guess it doesn’t matter.
Her eyes are sparkling in the morning sun. “Whatcha doin’?” she asks with a pert grin.
“Washing your car,” I reply blandly, and I can’t help that my mind goes to a dirty place. Like if I were to point the sprayer at her and hit her in the center of her chest, the white material of my T-shirt would turn opaque and her nipples would get hard from the cold water, and then…
“Why?” she asks, interrupting my fantasy and I come to find her standing right beside me. Jesus, I have to get my mind out of the gutter.
“It’s filthy, Pep,” I tell her with a teasing tone. “Have you no shame?”
“None,” she says firmly and then steps in close to me. “Certainly none with you.”
That’s true. She holds nothing back in the bedroom and while our sexual relationship has only started and we have miles still to explore with each other, I have a feeling she’s going to give me a run for my money.
Pepper takes the sprayer out of my hand, and I tense for a moment thinking she might spray me, but she tosses it carelessly on the grass which is kept pristine in our mild climate in conjunction with a fancy irrigation system and lots of loving care from her.