Waking up spooned against Annabel's warm nylon clad body was an utmost pleasure in itself; and having 'morning glory' at my age just added to the beautiful start to the morning. The only drawback with waking up at my normal time was that it wouldn't have been very nice to wake Annabel up at 5am to share it with her. Instead I eased my hardness from between her ass cheeks and quietly climbed out of bed to make a coffee and sit out on the deck to watch the beautiful Pacific morning sunrise.
After admiring & appreciating another beautiful sunrise I went for a swim to loosen up and get some exercise; although I was getting more than enough exercise sex wise to lose a few pounds during this 'work trip' as everyone back home thought.
About 8.30 I went back into the chalet and brewed fresh coffee. Once made, I sat in a chair along the bed and wafted the hot mug of steaming under her nose and enjoyed watching Annabel slowly come around and open her eyes. Even in a sleepy, just woken up, state she looked stunning. As I said before I wished I knew more adjectives to describe her.
"Good morning," I smiled after seeing her head move & her eyes finally open, "Some fresh coffee for you."
"Thank you," she said groggily as I placed it on the bedside cabinet and sat back in the chair to admire her.
Her long hair tumbled on to nylon clad shoulders as she sat up in bed to drink her coffee; her small but lovely breasts just hanging there behind the screen of mesh that she was clothed in from our antic last night. I considered myself a very lucky man being right here, right now, admiring this beauty in my bed. Fortunately Annabel sat in bed for 20 minutes or so chatting & drinking her coffee, maximising the time I could admire her in the black nylon body stocking.
Finally Annabel tossed back the covers and swung her legs out onto the floor, but didn't stand up and head to the bathroom as expected. The view of her nylon clad curvy thighs, contrasting against the white bedding was a sight to behold that was starting to bring back my early hard on with in my shorts. My eyes eventually drifted downwards to see the bulge of her meaty calves; the high heels must have come off in the bed during the night.
"If we weren't so hungry I could gently ease your thighs about and keep both of amused for an hour," I bragged.
She smiled, thought for a few seconds, smiled some more and suggested "Why don't you whistle up breakfast in bed from the kitchen while freshen up?"
'Yeah,' I thought before replying and reaching for the bedside phone "Great Idea."
By the time breakfast arrived Annabel sat in bed was wrapped up in a terry bathrobe to hide the body stocking underneath. We tucked into a cooked breakfast, toast, fresh fruit, and lovely fresh coffee, satisfying our hunger after the exercise from the night before, plus my swim this morning. I finished off with another blue pill washed down with a final cup of coffee. I was going to be wired today by both caffeine & Viagra.
While Annabel tidied the breakfast things back on the trolley and wheeled it outside of our chalet I nipped into the bathroom to shave & shower, emerging in a matching terry robe.
"I hung the 'Do not disturb' sign on the door so we won't be disturbed by the maid," she informed me as the robe slid off her shoulders and slipped to the floor.
Annabel stepped up to me, kissed me gently and whispered "You smell good Daddy." She reached down and undid the belt of my robe and held both sides of the robe as she took a step backwards. My little blue friend had teamed up with my old man whilst I was in the shower and Annabel saw a reasonable erection bordered by the white robe. "Let me see how you taste," she whispered and smiled that impish smile that I so adored. She slid down to the floor on her knees right in front of me and cupped my balls in her hand. With her other cup she curled her fingers around the head of my cock and peeled the foreskin backwards to reveal the shiny head glistening with a little precum in anticipation of the morning ahead; or rather the mouth ahead. Annabel's eyes stared upwards straight into mine s she opened her lips and took me into her warm wet mouth.
I looked down adoringly at her as I took her head in both hands and ran my spread fingers through her lovely locks of hair. "My beauty," I whispered in open admiration of both her beauty and sexual talents. This week was so much more than I ever dreamed it would be in any of the times I had wanked off dreaming of Annabel.
Her hand left my cock to just her mouth and slid around my hips to trail her fingers down the crack of my arse. I instinctively hardened in her mouth. Then she ran her finger around my sensitive ring; I swelled in response, blood pumping to make me the largest I could be in her succulent mouth.
Her mouth slowly devoured my entire length in stages over the next few minutes; this lass knew how to suck cock; and I didn't want to cum this early into our morning adventure. Looking down on her I could see the protrusion of her bell shaped ass in the black nylon body stocking. I wanted to play with those fine cheeks of firm warm flesh; so reluctantly I gently started to ease Annabel's lips back off my cock so I didn't cum.
As her lips came clear of my swollen cock head she asked "Am I doing something wrong Daddy? ... Have I upset you?"
"Oh no," I tried to reassure her, "your amazing skills and talents were going to make me cum too early; and we have all day, so there is no need to rush."
She looked slightly reassured.
"Please sit on the edge of the bed as I want to admire and worship your legs and thighs," I smiled, " plus give you a little pleasure in return." I slid my own robe to the floor in the warm morning air.
As I stepped up to the side of the bed I wanted to imprint this image of her on the back of my brain for my advancing old age when this would just be a very magical memory for an old man.
I slid to the floor, slightly shorter than Annabel sat on the bed. I slid my hands onto the back of her nylon clad calves and looked up into her eyes. "I am a very happy and content man; thanks to you Annabel."
She smiled back down at me and ran her fingers through what remained of my hair.
At that I massaged her calves for several minutes as I continued to stare into her eyes and she continued to run her fingers through my hair. Then I kissed each of her knees in turn and slightly added pressure to her calves with my hands to signal Annabel to ease her legs apart to let me in; which she obediently did. There was my journey and my prize. The journey would be kissing her curvy nylon thighs on each side of my head as I leaned in past her knees. The prize would be that circle of bare flesh at the head of the valley of her thighs. That bare circle that I knew contained pussy lips that were now getting damp in anticipation of the arrival of my mouth.
