When I entered the room she was already lying there. She lay face down, a pillow under her tummy and a short sarong loosely draped across her bottom. Her hair was splayed across her flawless back and from the side I could see the curve of her breast beneath the raised arm that supported her head. Her eyes were closed and the corner of her mouth betrayed both her sleeplessness and smile.
I didn't speak. I lit a cigarette and sat at a table to remove my shoes. As I smoked I looked across to the delicious contours of her semi-naked body. Her skin was unmarked by time or toil and had the colour of natural yoghurt. Occasionally she moved her legs gently which raised and lowered her buttocks alternately, giving me the slightest glimpse of the hair and slit that she had so obviously prepared for this encounter. She didn't speak either.
I finished my smoke and removed my shirt. I walked around the room and took in this vision of loveliness from all angles. From each perspective she became more beautiful and as I gazed I rubbed my chest and stomach. I pinched my nipples and felt my groin and the hardness that lay therein. I noted the tension in her shoulder blades and respected her efforts to remain motionless. Just those beautiful long legs moving slightly. If they moved more urgently it would be described as a squirm, but she maintained her composure beautifully.
I moved to the back of the bed and placed a finger in my mouth. In and out I sucked on my digit just loud enough for her to hear, then I traced a line along the cleave of her buttocks just below the point that the skimpy sarong reached. As I did this I noticed the slight upturn at the corner of her mouth, but still she remained silent with her eyes closed.