Slipping back into the room, I sit on the end of the bed and watch you sleep. Your hands are thrown above your head; your face turned to the side, your profile strong and so handsome in your slumber.
My eyes linger upon your chest, raising and lowering with your deep restful breathing. I can’t help but walk around the bed to place a kiss upon your cheek.
Dropping my robe to a chair of the hotel room, I open the drawers of the chest and pick out some fresh under wear, a wispy pair of lace and silk cream panties and a matching bra, and a pair of fine flesh coloured stockings.
Sitting on the chair opposite you, my eyes on you as I sleep, I point my toes and roll the soft nylon slowly up my right leg, and then with the other I do the same. I always enjoy the feel of the delicate material encasing my legs. Standing up I smooth the softness of them up to the top of my thighs and make sure they hold in place. Then I stand into my panties, bending over pulling them up over the smoothness of my covered legs. Making sure they sit comfortably within the softness of my behind and the waist sits just right at the base of my spin.
Checking on you, I make sure your eyes are still shut and I can’t help but run my fingers over the panel of silk that covers my bare, hairless pubis, the smoothness so new and sensitive, the silk enfolding my most sensitive parts. Next my bra, so stiff from it’s under wires but the cup that will hold and keep my breasts within it’s grasp so smooth and beautiful, the lower half of the cup a soft creamy silk, the rest a web of the softest lace.
I hold and close the clasps of the bra at the front of my waist and then swing the cups to the front, pulling it up as I slip an arm through each strap, then allow my breasts to cradle in the softness of it support. My nipples peek through the lace as I look in the mirror; once more my hands reach to touch the fabric encased flesh.
Hearing you stir slightly I turn to check on you. Your face is still relaxed and your eyes shut.
Turning away from you again, I reach into the wardrobe to decide what to wear, my hands flicking through the clothes upon the hanger, as I reach for a dress, I feel your hands upon my waist, their largeness softly moulding to the curves. Your lips upon my neck, nuzzling my head to the side as your nibble and tease upon me. Your voice is slightly hoarse from just waking, as you whisper good morning into my ear. Your lips and tongue tickle at my ear lobes and I sigh happily as the usual stirrings start within me.
One hand spins me to face you, and as I smile up into your eyes, I feel your hand hold the small of my back, pulling me to you.
“I watched you dress, love, and everything in me wants now to remove it”. I lean in close and giggle slightly against your chest, my whole body flushing in delight at your words. My ear rests upon your chest and I hear the slightly fast beat, it joins with mine as I look up into your eyes, the green of my eyes sparkling with my need for you. I raise myself to my toes and kiss you softly upon your lips and my eyes are the only consent you need as you sweep me up and carry me to the bed.
Laying me softly upon the covers and onto the pillows you lie beside me and your eyes hold mine. Your head raised and supported my your hand. My fingers trace the triangle caused by the position of your arm, delicately following over the strength of them.
Lying back into the softness of the pillows I just smile and look at you, happy in the moment. My covered toes run up and down your legs, as we continue to hold each other’s gaze.
Reaching for your free hand, I hold it first to my breast and mould your hand around its softness, my hand makes yours caress and knead into the pliable flesh. My eyes gleam with mischief and hunger and I move the warmth of your hand down to my panty-clad sex. To the heat and moistness forming there.
Your hand so big beneath mine curls and moulds deeply against my pubis, your fingers reach into the crevice of my thighs, and my body reacts involuntarily to it your touch, my knees parting and my hips pushing up against your touch. My gasp makes your lips curl into a smile, and makes my heart beat faster inside as the butterflies of desire spread through my body.