Unicorns and Mornings After
Jola woke up with her arms around Uni’s neck and she kissed him softly, nibbling on his lip. She was still wearing her Prada bra and G-string, and she knew his eyes always followed her around the room when she wore that, but this morning she couldn’t tear herself away, she was too happy just holding him in her arms.
But all good things come to an end, especially when you have children, and when Jola saw the bedroom door handle turning from the corner of her eye, she squealed, leapt from the bed, called out desperately, “Momma is getting dressed, don’t come in.” and ran madly around the room, grabbing clothes, getting dressed, until finally she looked at Uni, who was still fast asleep, lying on his back, completely naked.
She grabbed the sheet, which had fallen on the floor during the night, tried to throw it over him, and only covered his head, and seeing the door opening yet again, quickly pulled it over him properly, and sat on the edge of the bed, trying hard to look like it was just an ordinary morning.
The children burst into the room, both talking at once, and Jola interpreted as they spoke, getting a single sentence from the jumble. It was Saturday morning, and she had promised they would all do something together, she made a mental note to herself to never promise that again, and standing she turned to adjust the sheet over Uni.
Immediately both of the children started to giggle madly, and Jola had the terrible sinking feeling that she had just done something very wrong, and as a breeze blew through the open bedroom door, she knew exactly what. Her dress was pulled up at the back, exposing her G-string and her bare butt, she felt herself blushing as she quickly stood and adjusted her skirt, in the process, pulling the sheet off Uni.
The children laughed even harder, as she ordered them from the room and tried to cover his nakedness once more. She closed and locked the door and sat, still blushing, on the edge of the bed, until finally the humour of the situation hit her, and she started to laugh, throwing herself on top of the still sleeping Uni, and tickling and pinching him until he was wide awake.
She explained to the half asleep Uni what had happened, and together they hugged each other and laughed until they cried, but when Jola at last stood up again, she felt Uni lifting her skirt at the back, to see for himself. Jola giggled and slapped his hand, making him drop the skirt hem, and whispered, “Not yet, later.” but she did take off her skirt and pose for him, she loved the look in his eyes, and the feeling of extreme sexiness she felt.
Only the thought of their children eating their neighbours garden to the ground kept them from going any further, and Jola finally put her skirt back on and emerged from the bedroom to make breakfast.
Uni followed her, and his exploring hands produced a lot more giggling, but a very slow breakfast. It was the perfect morning to follow the perfect night, and when finally the breakfast was ready, she turned and kissed him, feeling totally loved and wanted.
