The soft hum and lilting melody floated from the kitchen, sweet and soothing like a quiet morning tune.
~Humm ~Hmm...Ahemm~Hmm
I followed the sound, drawn by the gentle, rhythmic singing and the inviting scent of warm apples and spiced tea. There she was—Athlea—in nothing but a white shirt and black panties, her hair tousled and cheeks pink from the warmth of the kitchen. The shirt hugged her in just the right places, with two loose buttons barely holding together over her cleavage, teasingly revealing a hint of what lay beneath. She looked stunning, effortlessly sexy, lost in the act of cooking.
I stepped up behind her, wearing only my boxers, *Slap*
I slap her ass and wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing a soft kiss on her neck. She jumped slightly, her song breaking off into a giggle.
"Morning, sweetheart," I murmured, nuzzling her neck as she leaned into me, still smiling.
