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CHAPTER 3
Mike stirred, and rolled over, picking up his Casio watch from the bedside table, and checked the time. "Half-eight!" he muttered, to himself. Suddenly, the memories of the previous evening, came flooding back, and he turned over onto his other side.
He released his pent-up breath. The naked brunette was still lying next to him! It hadn't been a wet dream, after all! Her eyelids fluttered slightly, as her chest rose and fell, with her shallow breathing. She was still sound asleep.
She'd lain awake for hours, clinging to him for comfort, so she was probably exhausted? Despite the obvious opportunity, he'd shown admirable restraint, by not forcing himself upon her, as they lay together!
He propped himself up on one elbow, and stared down at her. The bedclothes had slipped down, revealing her small, but perfectly shaped breasts to his avid gaze. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and he suspected that he was already a little in love with her?
He tried to focus on the problem at hand. He had to go shopping for some female clothing, but first, they could both do with a decent breakfast! He picked up the telephone.
"Could you please send a full English breakfast and extra toast, and a large pot of tea, up to room 513," he requested the woman who answered. "I'll have double portion of everything! I feel a bit peckish, this morning!"
"Certainly, sir," came the polite, female response. "Will that be all?"
"Yes thanks!" He replaced the receiver, and turned, as he heard the girl stirring, beside him.
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she stared up at him, with a dreamy smile on her beautiful face. "Morning!" She sighed, stretching her arms out, above her head, oblivious to her nakedness. "I feel hungry!"
"I've just ordered us some breakfast," he told her, brushing a wisp of stray hair from her face. "Afterwards, I'll go shopping for some clothes for you!"
An anxious look crossed her face. "Oh shit, yes! Do you think they are still looking for me?"
"Almost certainly, so you'd better stick close to me!"
"How close?" she murmured, placing her arms about his neck and pulling his mouth down onto hers.
"Mmmm!" came his muffled response, as she gave him a passionate kiss, his hand falling onto her naked breast, feeling the nipple instantly react and harden. Her hand reached out and encircled his, already hardening manhood, as she rolled over and straddled his hips.
She broke off their kiss, and raised her head, starring down at him, at the same time, maneuvering his fat erection, until it eased into her waiting pussy. "Mmmm," she murmured, arching her eyebrows and wiggling her hips, as he slid fully into her velvet glove, "what shall we do, while we wait for the breakfast to arrive, darling?"
He grinned up at her. "You're incorrigible," he declared, as his penis attained it's full stature, inside her moist, clinging confines.
"I'm sure I don't know what you're insinuating?" she replied, sitting back on her haunches, still transfixed on his muscular lance, her breasts jiggling, the nipples standing out, hard. "But a girl's got to have a little fun, sometimes!"
She started to rhythmically raise and lower herself on his rigid pole, arching her back, and throwing her head back, eyes closed. "Mmmm, yes! Now this is what I call fun!" she gasped. "Ooooh, yes, yessss!"
