She released her tits and turned the water on and as soon as it was warm enough, she stepped into the shower. Then she finally relaxed and let her urine flow out, coloring the water at her feet bright yellow. Once her legs were rinsed off, she removed the stockings and hung them over the shower pipe. She spent quite a long time in the shower, carefully washing every bit of her body. She had to cover her clit from the shower spray while rinsing as it was still too sensitive. Her last act was to fill her douche from the showerhead and rinse her vagina. That finished, she turned off the water and stepped out, drying herself off and moved to her closet.
She thought carefully about what to wear. It was middle of the day so neighbors and passers-by could potentially see in the windows, but she wanted to be sexy and accessible to Carsten when he did get up. She settled on a front clasp bra for ease of removal, and then put on a peach sleeveless sundress that buttoned down the front. She unbuttoned the top until it opened to just above the bra, and unbuttoned the bottom to mid-thigh.
Starving, she went down to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. She decided on a big breakfast, and pulled everything she would need from the refrigerator. She started with the potato pancakes (to be served with applesauce), and then cooked some hickory smoked bacon and some maple sausage. The smell woke Carsten and he came down the stairs right from the bed.
“Go take a shower!” Mary directed.
“But I’m hungry and it smells so good,” he whined, imitating a little boy. Mary pointed her spatula at him and waved it in front of his nose.
“You will not eat at my table smelling…like you do,” she told him. “Also, we do not eat out food totally naked. You have time so go showed and put something on before you come back down. Besides, the neighbors might see.” Carsten ran back up the stairs and jumped in the shower.
When he returned, in boxer shorts and nothing else, she had the table laid out with potato pancakes, crisp bacon, nicely browned sausage links, flaky biscuits, some ripe cantaloupe, and all the condiments. Mary shook her head at his “clothing.”
“You are a smart ass wearing just boxers,” she scolded.
“And you’re dressed any better, ” he replied. He reached out and grabbed her ass through the thin fabric of her dress. She wiggled away.
“Not now. I’m hungry.” She motioned him to the table and sat across from him. They were both silent for a while, filling themselves with food to replenish their depleted bodies. As they slowed down, it was Mary that spoke first.
“Wes can’t know,” she said cautiously.
“I understand,” he nodded. “But with my work schedule and your work schedule, it will be difficult.”
“You can sneek into my room when you come home,” she proposed. “He should be asleep by then.”
“And you won’t wake him up with your screaming?” he said with a smile. She turned red in embarrassment.
“I can be quiet,” she answered defensively. Carsten just laughed and shook his head. “What if I come into your room after he leaves in the mornings? You have such a hard cock in the morning.”
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