The chiffon curtain ruffled in the pre-dawn darkness as a light breeze tugged at it. The lovers were stretched out, side by side, on top of the crisp linen sheets. Neither was awake. The wind teased at the curtain again and a small gust freshened the dead air in the room.
The change woke the man. He looked toward the window and could see the material dancing as the light draughts continued to pour in. Against the faintest glimmer of dawn he could also see the silhouettes of the trees starting to sway gently. Thank God! he thought. That they were stuck in a quaint bed-and-breakfast on the coast ("quaint" indicating a lack of modern amenities such as air-conditioning!) was bad enough, but it was their double misfortune to have a room to themselves for what they thought would be a beautiful three days, only to find that the air was becalmed, still as death, and well over 90 degrees.
It was so hot that neither felt like making love last night as they lay quietly trying to forget the heat and let sleep overtake them.
Eventually, he heard her soft breathing and looked longingly on the subtle curves, her breasts pointed up, her chest rising and falling slowly. He had wanted to fuck her... really, really fuck her hard, but the heat was an interloper that precluded that idea. They were both very uncomfortable.
Now, in the pre-dawn, hope sprang through the window in the form of a gentle breeze! He rose to tread to the window and raise the sash a bit inviting the currents to fill the room and freshen it. As he did, he inadvertently awakened her. She raised her head to see his tall, slim form against the faint light. She giggled quietly as she noticed his usual morning erection clanging against his thighs as he walked, like some enormous clapper in an iron bell. God, was he huge! Never had she been fucked with so large an instrument, including her toys. He opened the window as wide as it would open. That encouraged a bit more of a breeze to fill the room. She shut her eyes and lay back again, so that he didn't see her awake as he turned to get back on the bed. He stretched back and she could sense him stroking his hard-on, enjoying the sensation of it's rigid flesh. Should she pretend to be asleep and let him pleasure himself?
The thought crossed her mind, but her own desire, now awakening along with her other senses would not allow her to waste such an extravagant gift! She moved slowly, and he thought at first, that she was just moving in her sleep. But, she placed her tongue on his nipple and it became erect at her touch. Her lips trailed down through the dense chest hair, touching and trailing a wet trace through his belly and she could feel him tense as the extraordinary organ anticipated her mouth. Her hand caressed it's large girth and stroked it's length. He moaned inaudibly at her touch and his cock pulsed slightly as it became, incredibly, harder.
She lowered her face and had to stretch her mouth to accept the large head. Her tongue played under the knob as she wet it's dark meat and filled her mouth with the silky flesh. He had a salty drop at the end and she savored it as a prelude to the wet tongue bath she would receive after he had fucked her to her satisfaction. Ordinarily, he would also suck her expertly.
Hell... he ate her cunt better than any lover she had had previously! But this morning only a randy, hard, fucking would get her going. So this oral appetizer, her sensuous fellating of the massive organ, would wet it's mass thoroughly and make him hard and wet for a real fucking. She liked foreplay, but the deprival of his cock last evening and her own morning lust, combined to make her wet without his attention. To ensure an easy entrance, she idly slipped her own finger into her juices as she rubbed her clit while sucking up and down on his enormous shaft.
