Driving across the English countryside, I look at the clock and notice that it's just turned 10 o'clock.
"We've made some really good time here, I was expecting the traffic to be shit getting past Bristol," I say to Kerry, my loving girlfriend of six years. Not getting any response, I look round and notice that she's fallen asleep, which doesn't surprise me as we'd left at just after 6am, and she often falls asleep in the car on longer journeys.
A quick check of the sat nav shows that we've got just over 2 hours to reach our holiday destination on the Cornish coast. A few minutes later I hear the typical noises of Kerry stirring.
"Where are we? I think I fell asleep," she asks.
"We've got about another two hours to go before we're there," I reply.
"Urgh..." she replies and then goes quiet again.
Just over two hours later we arrive at the apartment that we had booked for the week, which overlooked the beach and the sea. On top of that, the apartment was west-facing which meant we'd have an unobstructed view of the sunset.
After arriving and unloading all our stuff into the apartment, we both decide to have a power nap after the long journey. Peeling off down to just my boxer shorts I flop on the bed and quickly fall asleep. A couple of hours later, I wake up and notice Kerry laying on top of the covers wearing just a little black thong. To help describe her, she's a little bit taller than me (I stand at just over 5ft 9in), has a nice proportioned figure for her height, has a gorgeous pair of natural 34D tits that sit perfectly and an arse that can best be described as perfectly sculpted. On top of that, she has the sexiest blue eyes ever that just cause anyone to melt when looking into them, and has what we in the UK sometimes describe as 'dirty blonde' hair - it's not quite brunette, but is not quite blonde, and sits somewhere in the middle. This comes to just below her shoulders and whenever she's been in the shower or the water, it gets a slight natural curl to it that just adds to her natural sex appeal.
Anyway, back to Kerry laying on the bed in just her sexy black thong... I can't help but notice how sexy and hot she looks while laying there asleep, and couldn't help but have thoughts of a sexual nature. Do I wake her up or leave her sleeping there and take in the stunning sexy sight in front of me and store it in the mental wank bank?
It wouldn't have been the first time I've woken her up in a sexual way either - the last time I did was only a few days ago where I woke up in the middle of the night sporting a raging hard-on that was pressing against her back that I felt her wriggle back against. That night turned out incredibly hot, especially when her wriggling was then followed by me adjusting so as I was pressing just between her legs, her then moaning in pleasure and ended up the pair of us fucking three times before falling back asleep and waking up well into the afternoon. But that's another story for another time!
About five minutes later, Kerry starts stirring and wakes up with a stretch as she rolls over onto her back. I can't help but notice that her nipples are hard when she rolled over.
"Afternoon sleeping beauty," I say to her, "did you enjoy your sleep?."
"I did actually, I was having this really nice dream and then just woke up," she replied.
"I bet you were having a nice dream," I jokingly said with a wink then got up to get myself dressed.
"Well, if you're a good boy, I might tell you about my dream.... and if you're a really good boy, I might just show you what happened in my dream." This really got my mind thinking. As well as her nipples being erect, she also woke up with this look that she has when ever she's feeling horny just just screamed out 'I need you now!'.
We both got ourselves dressed then headed out for some dinner. We'd looked up on the net for places to go locally for food, and a couple of web sites recommended a small Italian restaurant that was in the middle of nowhere. With how hot the weather was (it was in the upper-20s which for the UK is warm), I'd got changed into a white casual shirt with jean shorts, while Kerry had opted for a free-flowing blue summer dress that came to mid-thigh and showed off her stunning figure and incredibly sexy legs, finished off with a pair of gemstone-lined sandals.
Being a loved up horny couple, we played a little bit of footsy under the table and staring into each others eyes like a pair of lovesick teenagers, and were truly lost in the moment. The waiter had taken our order and brought up our mains which snapped us out of the googly-eyed moment, but that didn't stop the regular glancing into each others eyes. Every time I looked into Kerry's eyes, I couldn't help but feel tingles of electricity flood from head to toe, and am pretty sure she felt the same as well.
After finishing our main courses, the waiter came over and offered us the dessert menu. Both Kerry and I are fans of ice cream, and if it's genuine Italian ice cream then that just hits our spots even more. The first item on the dessert menu was a sharer of ice cream, where you could have four scoops of ice cream of any flavour. To us this was a no brainer, so opted for one scoop each of vanilla, strawberry, chocolate and black forest cherry.
The ice cream was served up in a bowl that looked more like a boat, with two long proper ice cream spoons, and could tell that the ice cream was homemade. With us sharing the ice cream, it was only natural for us to feed each other. Kerry absolutely loves cherry ice cream which I fed to her spoon by spoon, but this didn't stop her being a tease. With the last but one spoonful, she managed to 'accidentally on purpose' let a tiny drop of the cherry ice cream dribble out of the corner of her mouth - I knew she'd done it on purpose as she gave me a cheeky grin as she did it. Being the gentleman, I spooned up the dribble and put it back in her mouth.
We finished the ice cream and paid the bill before making the ten-minute car journey back to our holiday apartment.
While in the car on the way back, Kerry reached over and rested her hand on my thigh and started drawing small circles on my thigh through the denim. We've always been touchy-feely in the car, and isn't uncommon for us to either be holding hands while driving, or have a hand on the others leg, and further showed the love that we shared. There were times though were one of our hands would wander while driving, but that can also be another story for another day ;-). As Kerry rested her hand on my left thigh, she started drawing small circles with a fingertip before slowly moving her hand up my leg, occasionally running it down between my legs to gently rub on my inner thigh. She knows that this is one of my weak spots, and let's just say that when she does this, I hate wearing denim! Immediately she find the spot that makes me weakest and while still controlling the car perfectly, I can't help but shuffle myself in the seat to keep myself comfortable, especially as when she rubs a particular spot, it makes my cock behave like a flick-knife, going from soft to throbbing hard in an instant.
We pull up at a set of traffic lights close to our apartment.
"Do you fancy a walk on the beach later, Angel?." A quick look at the time shows that it is nearly 8.30 in the evening, with sunset due in about an hour. As she asks me, she keeps rubbing that sensitive spot that always gets me going.
"Sure, sounds a good plan to me. If we grab a couple of beers from the fridge, we could sit on the beach and watch the sunset. I've always wanted to do that with you, and this is our perfect chance," I reply.
"Good stuff, I need the loo quickly when we get back - while I'm doing my necessaries, you can grab the beers and the beach towel."
