It's very quiet in the hotel room as you return from the pool.
"Angie?" you inquire.
There's no answer.
Curious, you kick off your slippers and wander into the main room.
We'd had a romantic and sensual experience together the night before; exploring each other, tasting each other, and learning about each other's bodies for the first time. It had seemed as if there were not enough hours in the night. We wrought passion from every delightful moment of the long, glorious evening.
The next day we went for a walk on the beach, followed by a visit to the pool. We'd had plans for some other fun things that day, but we ended up scrubbing most of them. We were enjoying each other's company and conversation too much. There was plenty of time for snorkeling and such later on.
Towards the afternoon I begged off swimming and left the pool early. You pouted a bit, but let me go. After all it was you who kept me up all night, and you felt just a little bit guilty about that.
You walk quietly into the suite and look around. On the other side of the room, tucked into an alcove to the right, is our bed. And there I am, doing my best to imitate a bed spread.
You look on, slightly bemused at my pose. Sprawled out across the mattress at a funny angle, face down, one of my feet is hanging off of the edge. I'm using my arms as a pillow, having apparently just fallen asleep where I landed. I'm not even under the covers. The only covering I do have is the fluffy white towel I used after my shower.
My hair is still soaked. You reach down and smell my freshly washed hair, and gently push the messy strands back from my face. You grin as you see the water droplets on my arm. Couldn't even stay awake long enough to dry off!
You pad off to take a shower yourself and take your time, knowing full well that I need some recovery time.
Coming back to the bed later, you see I haven't moved an inch. You reach down and tenderly brush your fingers across my cheek. You run your thumb across my lips rather absent mindedly, thinking about the night before.
Of it's own accord, your hand begins to stroke the bare skin of my back. You see that my lightly freckled skin is taking on a very slight burn. You make a mental note to scold me about sunscreen later.
You lick your lips as your mind begins to wander again. You recall the feeling of me wrapped around you… hear my voice crying out for you… remember the taste of me on your tongue…
You sit fully on the bed facing me now, and begin to trace little circles along my ankles and up the back of my calves with your fingers. Rubbing gently, you very slowly slide your hand up my inner thigh. Then back down again. You look at my face for any reaction. My face shifts just a little bit but not much.
You begin your stroll along my skin again, this time letting your fingers wander all the way up the inside of my thigh, under my towel. Then up along the outline of my ass, along the curve where my thigh meets my buttocks. From there you slide outward towards the top of my hip.
My body moves a little now and I breathe a little bit heavily. However, I still do not wake up.
You change positions, so you can access my body more easily. From your vantage point, you are able to run both hands, fully open, along the back of my legs. Up to my ass your hands slide, under the towel. You very softly caress my buttocks, then slide to my hips and back down the outside of my legs. You repeat this pattern a number of times as I begin to move a little under your touch.
You reach completely under the towel now. It's not wrapped very tightly around me so it gives way to you just enough. You stroke and rub my back, from my ass to my shoulders. I give a sigh and begin to shift on the bed. I give a little frown and adjust my head to the other side. Not awake yet but just starting to react to the familiar feel of your hands on my skin.
You slide your hand up my inner thigh again. This time, your fingers reach up between my legs and begin to explore my slit ever so gently. You delicately separate my lips and feel for my clit. And when you find it, you very softly begin to work it… just a tiny bit. You hear me moan now. A sleepy languorous moan, as though just barely conscious of what's happening to me.
You begin to realize that my body is awake, even if I'm not, as a silky hot moisture caresses your fingers. You slip a little bit deeper between my wet lips. My hips unconsciously move up and my back arches.
I clearly moan now and you look up at my face, but my eyes are still closed, my face still slack with sleep. You push into me a little more deeply, a little more insistently, all the while rubbing up and down the inside of my thighs with your free hand.
Finally, a little pout crosses my face. I sigh and moan. My body stiffens slightly.
You can feel me soaking your fingers, as my body begins to react to your urgings. My hips start to rock as you rhythmically, but slowly, stroke my pussy, occasionally dipping inside of me to feel me tighten around your finger.