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When Nat heard June's deep inhale he thought that it might be a long morning stretch. Then it occurred to him that it could be her attempt to savor the lingering signs of last night's adult activities. She always loved the smell of sex. Whichever it was it meant that she was awake and he could finally kiss her again. He leaned over and kissed her shoulder, then her neck (with his face in her delicately messy hair), and then her lips. "Good morning," she said in her characteristic English accent. Nat always joked that he must have been a very good boy in his previous life. Why else would he be allowed to hear his "good mornings" in such sonorous syllables. He liked her moans too, of course. But in the midst of passion accents blend into animalistic tones not distinguished by culture.

"Good morning," he smiled back. She noticed the slightly lower register of his morning voice. It was her favorite. "Now come on, we have to get up." Nat stood out of bed and she admired the ass on his thin frame even as she protested. "It's so early!" "I know, I know" he assured her and pulled his shirt over his head. "But you have work to do. And you and I both know what will happen if we stick around this flat."

"More fucking?" she said as innocently as she could. He had just finished pulling up his jeans and he leaned over the bed to kiss her again as he chuckled. "Yes, more fucking. And what good am I if I don't help you with your deadlines? That's what body doubling is for." June threw back the covers and rolled over on her tummy to give Nat a view of her round cheeks. "I can think of a few other things your body is for" she said with a sly grin. He spanked her ass instead. "Come on! Up!"

She groaned one last time and rolled out of bed. He watched and admired her as she walked away to get herself ready. The view almost made him second guess his commitment to their day plans, but the bed was not the only thing he liked to share with June.

When they had readied themselves, each with their bags, they exited the flat in search of their favorite cafe. She wore a beautiful blue dress (likely more for him than for her). And he noticed she had no bra (definitely for him). They held hands on the their walk and laughed at the grey squirrels bickering in the park. When they passed the bus stop Nat saw an adorable elderly couple and asked if he could take their picture. He offered them the Polaroid. The gesture was rewarded with a smile from the couple and a kiss from June. "How is it you're always making someone else's day?" They said their passing goodbyes to the couple and continued their walk.

When they arrived at the cafe June sat at a table and began to set up her work space. Nat continued in line to order their breakfast. As she unpacked her journal and pen, her laptop, her lipgloss, it struck her how at ease she felt. She was free and secure. Nat knew what she liked. She hadn't said a word but it would only be minutes before her avocado toast appeared on gluten free bread. There would be a caramel latte with oat milk by her side. Nat paid attention. He learned all of her likes and dislikes. He knew just what to do, at breakfast and in bed. Once all of her things were set out she looked up to see how near he was to the counter and caught him staring back at her. It was just a look but it meant everything to her. It was another sign that she was never far from his mind. She smiled and brushed her hair behind her ear. She rearranged the things at the table again (a vicious cycle compliments of some neurodivergence, she was sure) and began to work. It was emails mostly. Book keeping. Braindumping. Lots of tedium. Which is exactly why they were there. She always found it difficult to perform the more secretarial aspects of her job.

Nat was now across from her. He had brought their small breakfast. Her a latte and toast, him a croissant and what she felt sure was a London Fog. It was all normal. Almost mundane. Quotidian. But his small gestures made the most common moments shine. He sat across from her reading his own book in quiet. Dostoyevsky this time. But he never forgot her. He bussed her waste when she was done with her toast. She didn't ask. He simply saw she was finished and took it away to make more space on the table. He would glance at her over the top of his book. He wouldn't say anything. He wasn't trying to be a distraction. He just wanted to see her again. Another way of showing silent affection, a sort of kissing with the eyes. And when he was not bouncing his own leg--a never ending habit--he would gently reach across and brush her foot with his. They worked separately but they were always connected.

As she began to conclude her work she looked up once and caught him looking back (again) and he said, “My god. You really are beautiful, aren't you?" And that was enough. Her passion for Nat never quieted much. It was always there. Lingering. Like coals under the ashes. Occasionally the duties of work and life had to be attended to and would temporarily hide the heat but he never let the fire go out. Holding her hand, remembering her order, taking her dishes. All of these small things tended the fire burning in her bones. And at last this one compliment blew upon the coals of her lust and she erupted into flames. She immediately closed her laptop and leaned closer. In something like a whisper she said, "Do you *want* me to sit on your face?" But it wasn’t a query. It was almost a challenge. Over her shoulder Nat could see darting eyes. Had they heard? He chuckled a little at her cheeky enthusiasm. She just stared back at him, deadly serious. He put down his book and leaned forward to match her. They were nearly nose to nose. "Could I be so lucky?" The nearby table stole another glance. June now kissed Nat and bit his lip just before she stood. She leaned down to his ear. "Bathroom. Now." She walked briskly away. Nat now looked directly at the table which had been peeking their direction. He locked eyes with one of them and when they knew they had been caught eavesdropping they immediately turned to face each other again.

Nat stood and followed the smell of the incense that always clung to June's body. The moment he stepped inside the bathroom the door was shut behind him. She placed one hand on each of his shoulders and pressed him to his knees. June hiked her dress and pressed his head in between her legs. She needed no foreplay. Rather, the whole morning had *been* foreplay. Every look, every touch, every gesture had tended her passion. Her heart swelled. Her body flushed. She had to have him. And he needed a proper English breakfast.

Nat made no protest and wasted no time. Both hands grabbed her soft ass which she rested against the rim of the bathroom sink. He pulled her body into his mouth. He could smell her. Taste her. Feel her. The groan that left his body was involuntary. And at that sign of unadulterated delight, June threw back her head and melted into him. His tongue worked but it was mostly she who was in control. The grip on his hair gave her the ability to push him firmer against her clit or lighten the pressure. She thrust her hips against him and wrapped her thighs around his head. One leg rested over his shoulder. The room almost spun. She didn't really *see* anything. Her eyes weren't closed but she was so focused on the sensation between her legs that nothing registered. She could feel the pressure building up inside her. Nat groaned out muffled syllables. "You taste so good" she thought he said. Suddenly Nat spanked one cheek and called her to attention. A little whimper escaped her mouth. But that was only a crack in the dam. Everything began to come together and her moaning became irresistible now. She could feel his hands on her butt, his tongue in her cunt, his nails in her skin. Quickly she slipped the straps off her shoulders and let her tits fall free. She was on the verge and wanted to touch herself. Her left hand steadied herself against the wall as she pinched her nipple with her right.

"Look at me" she said. His blue eyes shot towards her face. He relished the view of her breasts from below but locked his gaze on hers. "Look at me" she repeated. "Look at me. I'm gonna cum" she said in a way that almost asked permission. Nat just nodded. "Oh god yes. Cum for me." Both of her hands now grabbed his head and pressed his mouth into her throbbing pussy. Her legs began to tremble. His hands under her ass had to support her as she shook. She was sure she could be heard now but there was no stopping it. She rode the wave that overtook her body and Nat helped her through it. "There you go," he said, indicating his enthusiastic appreciation for her reaction. Gently and gradually her body relaxed. When she was sure on her feet Nat finally stood up. June covered her mouth as she giggled and said, "My god I love your mouth." "Then kiss me." Nat held her face with one hand and kissed her slowly. It was only slight but she could taste herself on his lips. She thought about attempting round 2 but wasn't sure she could trust her legs again. She was weak and needed to sit. When he had kissed her good Nat pulled away and admired her one last time. She bit her lip staring back at him (he always loved it when she did that) and pulled her dress back on.

Nat exited the room and returned to the table. The adjacent couple were looking again. There was no doubt (if there ever was one) that they knew what had happened. Nat did not act embarrassed. He simply raised his cup to his neighbors and took a drink. “Cheers!"

When Nat heard June's deep inhale he thought that it could be a long morning stretch. It could also be her attempt to savor the lingering signs of last night's adult activities. She always loved the smell of sex. Whatever the case it meant that she was awake and he could finally kiss her again. He leaned over and kissed her shoulder, then her neck with his face in her delicately messy hair, and then her lips. "Good morning," she said in her characteristic English accent. Nat always joked that he must have been a very good boy in his previous life. Why else would he be allowed to hear his "good mornings" in such sonorous syllables. He liked her moans too, of course. But in the midst of passion accents blend into animalistic tones not distinguished by culture.

"Good morning," he smiled back. She noticed the slightly lower register of his morning voice. It was her favorite. "Now come on, we have to get up." Nat stood out of bed and she admired the ass on his thin frame even as she protested. "It's so early!" "I know, I know" he assured her and pulled his shirt over his head. "But you have work to do. And you and I both know what will happen if we stick around this flat."

"More fucking?" she said as innocently as she could. He had just finished pulling up his jeans and he leaned over the bed to kiss her again as he chuckled. "Yes, more fucking. And what good am I if I don't help you with your deadlines? That's what body doubling is for." June threw back the covers and rolled over on her tummy to give Nat a view of her round cheeks. "I can think of a few other things your body is for" she said with a sly grin. He spanked her ass instead. "Up!"

She groaned one last time and rolled out of bed. He watched and admired her as she walked away to get herself ready. The view almost made him second guess his commitment to their day plans, but the bed was not the only thing he liked to share with June.

When they had readied themselves, each with their bags, they exited the flat in search of their favorite cafe. She wore a beautiful dress (likely more for him than for her). And he noticed she had no bra (definitely for him). They held hands on the their walk and laughed at the grey squirrels bickering in the park. Nat saw an elderly couple at the bus stop. He asked if he could take their picture and offered them the Polaroid when he had done. The gesture was rewarded with a smile from the couple and a kiss from June. "How is it you're always making someone else's day?"

When they arrived at the cafe June sat at a table and began to set up her work space. Nat continued in line to order their breakfast. As she unpacked her journal and pen, her laptop, her lipgloss, it struck her how at ease she felt. She was free and secure. Nat knew what she liked. She hadn't said a word but it would only be minutes before her avocado toast appeared on gluten free bread. There would be a caramel latte with oat milk by her side. Nat paid attention. He learned all of her likes and dislikes. He knew just what to do, at breakfast and in bed. Once all of her things were set out she looked up to see how near he was to the counter and caught him staring back at her. It was just a look but it meant everything to her. It was another sign that she was never far from his mind. She smiled and brushed her hair behind her ear. She rearranged the things at the table again (a vicious cycle compliments of some neurodivergence, she was sure) and began to work. It was emails mostly. Book keeping. Braindumping. Lots of tedium. Which is exactly why they were there. She always found it difficult to perform the more secretarial aspects of her job.

Nat was now across from her. He had brought their small breakfast. Her a latte and toast, him a croissant and what she felt sure was a London Fog. It was all normal. Almost mundane. Quotidian. But his small gestures made the most common moments shine. He sat across from her reading his own book in quiet. Dostoyevsky this time. But he never forgot her. He bussed her waste when she was done with her toast. She didn't ask. He simply saw she was finished and took it away to make more space on the table. He would glance at her over the top of his book. He wouldn't say anything. He wasn't trying to be a distraction. He just wanted to see her again. Another way of showing silent affection, a sort of kissing with the eyes. And when he was not bouncing his own leg--a never ending habit--he would gently reach across and brush her foot with his. They worked separately but they were always connected.

As she began to conclude her work she looked up once and caught him looking back (again) and he said, “My god. You really are beautiful, aren't you?" And that was enough. Her passion for Nat never quieted much. It was always there. Lingering. Like coals under the ashes. Occasionally the duties of work and life had to be attended to and would temporarily hide the heat but he never let the fire go out. Holding her hand, remembering her order, taking her dishes. All of these small things tended the fire burning in her bones. And at last this one compliment blew upon the coals of her lust and she erupted into flames. She immediately closed her laptop and leaned closer. In something like a whisper she said, "Do you *want* me to sit on your face?" But it wasn’t a query. It was almost a challenge. Over her shoulder Nat could see darting eyes. Had they heard? He chuckled a little at her cheeky enthusiasm. She just stared back at him, deadly serious. He put down his book and leaned forward to match her. They were nearly nose to nose. "Could I be so lucky?" The nearby table stole another glance. June now kissed Nat and bit his lip just before she stood. She leaned down to his ear. "Bathroom. Now." She walked briskly away. Nat now looked directly at the table which had been peeking their direction. He locked eyes with one of them and when they knew they had been caught eavesdropping they immediately turned to face each other again.

Nat stood and followed the smell of the incense that always clung to June's body. The moment he stepped inside the bathroom the door was shut behind him. She placed one hand on each of his shoulders and pressed him to his knees. June hiked her dress and pressed his head in between her legs. She needed no foreplay. Rather, the whole morning had *been* foreplay. Every look, every touch, every gesture had tended her passion. Her heart swelled. Her body flushed. She had to have him. And he needed a proper English breakfast.

Nat made no protest and wasted no time. Both hands grabbed her soft ass which she rested against the rim of the bathroom sink. He pulled her body into his mouth. He could smell her. Taste her. Feel her. The groan that left his body was involuntary. And at that sign of unadulterated delight, June threw back her head and melted into him. His tongue worked but it was mostly she who was in control. The grip on his hair gave her the ability to push him firmer against her clit or lighten the pressure. She thrust her hips against him and wrapped her thighs around his head. One leg rested over his shoulder. The room almost spun. She didn't really *see* anything. Her eyes weren't closed but she was so focused on the sensation between her legs that nothing registered. She could feel the pressure building up inside her. Nat groaned out muffled syllables. "You taste so good" she thought he said. Suddenly Nat spanked one cheek and called her to attention. A little whimper escaped her mouth. But that was only a crack in the dam. Everything began to come together and her moaning became irresistible now. She could feel his hands on her butt, his tongue in her cunt, his nails in her skin. Quickly she slipped the straps off her shoulders and let her tits fall free. She was on the verge and wanted to touch herself. Her left hand steadied herself against the wall as she pinched her nipple with her right.

"Look at me" she said. His blue eyes shot towards her face. He relished the view of her breasts from below but locked his gaze on hers. "Look at me" she repeated. "Look at me. I'm gonna cum" she said in a way that almost asked permission. Nat just nodded. "Oh god yes. Cum for me." Both of her hands now grabbed his head and pressed his mouth into her throbbing pussy. Her legs began to tremble. His hands under her ass had to support her as she shook. She was sure she could be heard now but there was no stopping it. She rode the wave that overtook her body and Nat helped her through it. "There you go," he said, indicating his enthusiastic appreciation for her reaction. Gently and gradually her body relaxed. When she was sure on her feet Nat finally stood up. June covered her mouth as she giggled and said, "My god I love your mouth." "Then kiss me." Nat held her face with one hand and kissed her slowly. It was only slight but she could taste herself on his lips. She thought about attempting round 2 but wasn't sure she could trust her legs again. She was weak and needed to sit. When he had kissed her good Nat pulled away and admired her one last time. She bit her lip staring back at him (he always loved it when she did that) and pulled her dress back on.

Nat exited the room and returned to the table. The adjacent couple were looking again. There was no doubt (if there ever was one) that they knew what had happened. Nat did not act embarrassed. He simply raised his cup to his neighbors and took a drink. “Cheers!"