There’s no better sex than morning sex. I lived for it. Which is probably the reason why once again I was rushing to get to work on time. At work I was well known for being chronically late, in spite of how close to work I lived. But at least I was the only who always showed up to the office with a grin.

My heels manically pounded the pavement. As soon as I spotted my building, I broke into a sprint. Twice I nearly missed getting run over by oncoming pedestrians. The third time I wasn’t so lucky, I slammed head on into a tall man with a warm cup of latte. His coffee spilled all over my brand new silk blouse, turning it completely see through. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I had been wearing a bra, but since I was in such a hurry I had opted for going commando.

The man was very apologetic and accepted full responsibility, even though it had been mostly my fault. In an attempt to clean up the mess his hands went straight for my chest. I didn’t blush or push him away. It had been a while since I had felt a man’s strong hands anywhere on my body. I had forgotten how good it felt.

He blushed when he realized how hard my nipples were and quickly pulled his hands away. We both stood up at once. I looked into his eyes, which were a deep shade of blue. I realized how attractive he was and also how young. In spite of his suit and tie he still looked fresh and naïve. My mind was flooded with naughty thoughts. He was like a clean slate and I wanted so badly to dirty him up.

“I’m really sorry about your coffee,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m the one who should be sorry. I ruined your beautiful blouse.”

I smiled at him as I lightly brushed my hand over my chest. He tried to avoid looking, but he couldn’t avert it for long. I glanced up at him and he quickly looked away and turned a bright shade of red.

“Look, it got all over your shirt too,” I said reaching over to him with a napkin.

I tried to wipe the coffee from his chest. I could tell he was a fan of working out. His body was rock solid. I felt moistness between my legs and looked down and caught a glimpse of his growing bulge.

“I live only a few blocks away if you care to come to my place and freshen up.” I knew I was being forward, but I was hoping we’d catch my roommate before she left, assuming that is, that he would agree.

He didn’t think twice about it and before long we were at the door of my apartment.

“Anybody home?” I screamed out.

“Lauren? What are you doing back?” Megan asked.

She walked out of the bedroom in just a sheer black slip and matching bra. She looked amazing bathed in the morning sunlight.

“Well, I had a little mishap on the way to work.”

I motioned for Brad to come inside. He stepped hesitantly into the living room. The shy expression on his face was adorable. When he saw Lauren he once again turned a million shades of red. Surely he’d seen a woman in her undergarments before, I thought.

“Clumsy me crashed into Brad and got his coffee all over the both of us,” I said. “So I thought we could both freshen up a bit before heading back to work.”

Megan looked him up and down and then smiled at me. She knew exactly why I had brought him home. I was so glad she hadn’t left yet. She was going to love this.

“You poor thing,” she said rushing over to me. “Are you alright?”

Her hands caressed the wet stains on my blouse. Brad watched intently as Megan patted my breasts.

“No, it really burned,” I added with a pout.

“Well, let’s see if there are any burn marks,” she said as she unbuttoned my blouse.

Brad’s mouth fell open at the sight of my exposed chest. He took a step back and fell into the recliner. His legs spread open and you could clearly see the outline of his cock pressed against his slacks. I looked into his eyes as Megan lowered her head to my big brown nipple and sucked on it. Beads of perspiration formed on Brad’s brow and I loved every minute of it.

I buried my hands in Megan’s golden locks and guided her head down my body. She licked and kissed her way down to my curly brown box. Eagerly she unbuttoned the zipper of my skirt and let it fall to the floor. She licked her lips in anticipation. Her fingers spread my lips apart and hungrily she suckled on my clit. My body trembled with passion the harder she sucked. I opened my mouth to scream out as the first orgasm washed over me.

“Mmmm that was so good baby,” I said.

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked Brad.

He nodded his head yes.

“Would you like to see Megan cum?” He replied with a nod.

I winked at him and got down on my knees, raised Megan’s sexy slip and took her lips in mine. I kissed her long and passionately. Together we lay down directly in front of Brad. My hands tore at her bra and slip until she lay completely naked. I raised myself up and knelt between her legs. She looked so appetizing lying there. I sucked on my index finger, getting it nice and wet and ready for her.

I watched Brad’s reaction as I slowly inserted one finger inside of her. He was sweating profusely. With quick strokes I rubbed her pussy. Megan moaned louder and louder the faster I went. Once she was nice and wet I slipped a second finger and then a third. I could feel her pussy contracting around my fingers. She was going to lose it soon.

“You like the way I fuck her with my fingers?” I asked Brad.

He nodded his head yes.

“Yeah? You want to watch her cum?”

Brad opened his mouth but nothing came out. His hand kept rubbing the bulge in his slacks. I could see the wet spot grow larger the harder he rubbed. His body tightened at the same time Megan’s did. Together they both reached climax. Megan and Brad both screamed out as they released their loads

I reached over to Brad and put my hand on his knee. “Fuck baby looks like you shot quite a load.” I teased.

He stood up abruptly, nearly knocking me to the floor.

“I’m sorry, I…I…I have to get out of here,” he said.

“Wait, where are you going?” I asked.

By the time I got to my feet he was well on his way down the hall.

“Come back, we’re not done yet,” I screamed after him.

“Leave him alone, the poor boy.”

I went back into the apartment and closed the door. Megan still lay on the carpet.

“But I wanted him to join us,” I pouted.

Megan got up and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “Don’t worry. I guarantee you that’s not the last we see of him.”