Monique and John - a May/November Romance
Copyright© 2025 by acguy
Chapter 41
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 41 - An aspiring young architectural student sets her sights on her older widowed neighbour.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic Fiction Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Voyeurism
The morning light filtered through the curtains, coaxing me from sleep. I blinked, adjusting to the brightness, and then my gaze found Monique.
She was in the center of the room, stretching into a perfect yoga pose, her body bathed in golden light. The way she moved—so effortless, so graceful—held me captive. Her back arched, her muscles flexing, her skin glowing.
I exhaled slowly, knowing I would never tire of waking up to this sight.
She must have sensed my eyes on her because she turned her head and smirked. “Good morning, mon amour.”
Grinning, my voice still thick with sleep, I murmured, “I will never, ever get tired of waking up to this.”
She lowered herself from a stretch, her hair tumbling over one shoulder, and regarded me with playful warmth. “And I will never tire of the way you look at me when you wake up and see me like this.”
Propping myself up on one elbow, I watched as she moved through her final poses, her body a masterpiece of toned elegance.
“You know,” I mused, “if you keep teasing me like this every morning, we might never make it to breakfast.”
She laughed, finishing her routine before sauntering over, leaning down to press a slow, teasing kiss to my lips. “I like that idea, but I’m starving. And you need your strength.”
Then she straightened, padding toward the ensuite, hips swaying purposefully. Over her shoulder, she threw me a wink before disappearing into the bathroom.
Groaning, I ran a hand over my face. This woman was going to be the death of me—in the best possible way.
By the time I made it to the kitchen, Monique had already set the table with a spread of fresh fruit, yogurt, and warm pastries. The rich scent of coffee filled the air, instantly lifting my mood.
Taking my seat across from her, I watched as she spread jam onto a croissant and took a slow, indulgent bite.
“You really do enjoy food,” I observed, smirking.
She licked a stray bit of jam from her finger. “Of course. Food is meant to be savored.”
Chuckling, I shook my head and took a sip of coffee. “You make even eating look sensual.”
She grinned. “And you love it.”
We ate in comfortable silence, exchanging occasional glances, both simply enjoying the moment.
As we finished our coffee, she glanced at the clock. “We should get going if we don’t want to be late.”
I nodded, standing and stretching. “I suppose I can’t keep you to myself all day.”
She laughed. “Not today, at least.”