Paul's early morning exposure
I opened my eyes slowly, allowing them to adjust to the faint, early morning light. It took a few seconds to get my bearings, then I remembered. I'd arrived late last night, after my flight to London had been cancelled. I was on my way back to London from Dubai. I'd decided to stop off in Rome for a few days to visit my old friend, Peter. We'd worked together for many years in the oil business and he'd recently retired with his beautiful Italian wife, Sophia. He lived on the outskirts of the city in a quaint rural setting and I'd not seen him for a couple of years and this was the first-time meeting Sophia. Peter was around sixty years old and Sophia must have been no more than thirty-five.
I have to admit, I was pretty jealous when I met her. She had dark shoulder-length hair and deep brown eyes which sparkled when she smiled. She smiled warmly when Peter introduced her to me. Her figure-hugging dress accentuated the curve of her breasts, which were fulsome and her hips which were equally so. I spent a very happy couple of days relaxing and enjoying their company and the warm spring weather. An added pleasure was that, it was also my birthday. Forty-five years old and still looking for the right girl. I needed to slow down and spend more time relaxing. Peter entertained me very well and we had a great meal to celebrate my birthday. Peter talked to me straight.
'Come on Paul. You're forty-five and still no wife or long-term partner. You need to take a break from work and find a nice girl! There is still time.'
I must admit, I needed a break. I'd been working constantly for two years solid, flying around the world on business and never taking holidays. I know, I must be rich and it must be a great lifestyle and it is, but sometimes you miss the company of people outside of work and the chance to relax. I also missed the company of a woman since my relationship with Jo ended nearly three years ago. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to be in the company of women, as the oil industry is still dominated by men, particularly on the production side.
So here I was, alone in a small hotel room near the airport, on the fifth floor. I'll be flying out tonight, so I have a leisurely day ahead.
I'd opened up the shutters at the windows when I arrived last night, as it was hot and I wanted fresh air, not aircon. The room was decorated in the baroque style, slightly shabby but typically Italian with big gold chairs, a table, wardrobe and by the window, one of those full-length free-standing tilting mirrors.
Now, here I was, in the early morning, a gentle breeze blowing in across the bed and I lay there, naked on top of just a sheet. The breeze felt good on my body. As is usual for this time of the morning, my penis was pretty solid and as I'd thought about Sophia, my hand had slipped down to my groin and I'd just brushed the tip, to get that nice tingly feeling I liked first thing. I had a feel of my balls, as part of my routine, and made sure to check for any anomalies as we men are supposed to.
I just turned my head to the right, when a movement by the window caught my eye. I looked again but couldn't see anything. I swiftly forgot about it and lay there, still thinking about Sophia, but still lazily and gently stroking the tip of my cock. You know, that bit where it's most sensitive. I could tease myself for a while before breakfast.
