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A Christmas Surprise
🕑 Added 2020-01-02 15:34:11 +0000 UTC“Only an exhibitionist would eat breakfast in the nude, you know that, right Jack?” Cynthia’s voice chirped amusedly behind him.
“That’s awfully rich, coming from you,” Jack murmured, as creamy coffee poured slowly down from the machine directly into his cup. “When was the last time I saw you with some actual clothes on during these Christmas holidays?”
“Well, since I noticed you seem very proactive when it comes to tear my garments apart, I figured it was easier if I didn’t wear any in the first place. Was that a miscalculation on my part?”
Drowsiness was the only thing that prevented him from taking off on the spot like a rocket, and also helped him feign indifference. Not like Cynthia was going to buy that, but at least he could save face until his coffee was ready. “...Now you’re exaggerating on purpose. Don’t you think this description does me very little justice? I’m no animal, after all. Well, technically speaking, I am, but…”
Cynthia chuckled. “Oh, I wonder about that”, she said, teasingly. “I’m not complaining anyway, mind you…”
Jack’s guts went on fire. “A-aren’t you too talkative for your morning standards? I mean, it’s barely 7 o’clock…”
“That’s not true at all. Besides, isn’t it you who is oddly sluggish? You didn’t even take a look at me…”
Jack inhaled sharply. “All in due time, Cynthia. I’m still waking up,” he muttered. The cup before his eyes was now filled with hot coffee, so he proceeded to lift it to his lips.
However, at that point his internal turmoil couldn’t simply be ignored. It kept spreading inside him like a plague, causing his movements to become clumsy and inaccurate. His hand disgracefully bumped into the cup instead of grabbing it, and a bit of the dark liquid that was inside it spilled onto the countertop.
“My, my. Do you want me to hold that cup for you?”
“I most certainly don’t.” He inhaled again, trying to calm down the pounding of his heart, and then grabbed a firm hold of the cup. “Here, see? I did it on my own.”
Cynthia clapped. “What a valiant hare we’ve got here.”
“Enough with your sarcasm,” said Jack. He clearly was unable to deal with Cynthia’s flirtatious attitude at such an unholy time of the day – although it was more than welcome – neither could he let the vixen have the upper hand. He needed to wake up.
From the waist up, that is. The rest of his body was already wide awake. ‘That’s what coffee is for, right?’ Jack thought, taking his first sip of the black, sugar-free liquid. Because he surely could do without sugar, since he was a Real Man and everything. ‘Urgh, this is just awful…’
“Hey… you’ve still not glanced at me once,” Cynthia whined, but her voice was so soft and lovely that Jack was seriously about to lose it, “…You meanie.”
Despite the urge to yell and spring, Jack only allowed himself to grunt: “If it’s your nudity that you want to show me, there’s no need to fret. I’ve already seen plenty of your naked body.”
“‘Plenty’, you said? So what, does it bore you now?”
Only a cretin would have phrased the retort like that, and he just happened to be one. “…I apologize for the unfortunate slip of the tongue, madame. That was, by any means, not the message I wanted to convey. I beg for your forgiveness.”
“Mh, if you say so… I only forgive you because today’s Christmas, understood?”
“…Yes, ma’am.” Since he had somehow managed to dodge the bullet, Jack decided not to press his luck any further. Slowly, he started turning to Cynthia, wondering what sight awaited him. Surely, one that Cynthia was eager to flaunt, judging by how many times she had requested his attention so far.
Sheer nudity? Jack had talked like it was not a big deal at all, but the truth was… quite different, to say the least. He still wasn’t able to get over how gorgeous Cynthia’s body was, and it embarrassed him to death.
Or, how about fresh, new lingerie, one so immoral that it would make his head spin? She loved collecting new sets per se, and even more she loved exhibiting them in front of Jack. He wouldn’t mind if that was the case. ‘I hope I won’t rip up the slip like last time…’
…
“…Ah.” It was the only sound that left his mouth when Cynthia’s figure entered his field of vision.
She giggled lightly. “Oh, you finally turned around. You took your time, huh?”
‘…Oh boy.’
Didn't we told you that a less clothed Cynthia was on the way? Oh, but we didn't mention anything about a stark nadek Jack... well, now you have it.
Use with caution, it's hot.
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