Do you recall our first night together, Lucy?
Not that wonderful, passionate session in your bed when we first, well you know...
No, our first overnight; proper time together, at that Home Counties Spa hotel. Two nights in fact. So delightful, daring and beautiful, many years ago.
So long ago, yet still delicious memories of your loveliness and our raw taste for eroticism and adventure.
The fact that we were lovers, exploring an illicit affair away from my girlfriend, away from your boyfriend, possibly adding to the naughtiness of our behaviour?
Maybe.
Or maybe our sexual chemistry just perfect and always finely tuned when we're together.
I remember driving up the gravel drive to the hotel.
Checking-in, aware that you'd already arrived, sensing that the reception staff knew fine well our marital status.
The delight of finding you in our room, of our embrace, our urgent kisses. Did we make love then? I cannot recall, but sense not. We had time, after all. Plenty of time to tease and savour.
It was afternoon, so we visited the spa. No treatments, just to explore and unwind. It was quiet, I do remember that, but we weren't the only hotel residents there. I remember your loveliness in your bikini.
It was amusing. Your bikini lovely, but probably more appropriate to sunbathing rather than gym and spa. It added to our fun. Not for the first time, you turning heads, Lucy. My goodness, you were, you are beautiful. We'd to behave with restraint as we weren't alone in the pool, jacuzzi and sauna. Such yearning to be intimate. Such delight in being flirtatious and teasing. Such pleasure in relaxing with you and just being together.
Then the adventure of returning to our room, wandering the quiet corridors and stairs of the rambling building, me wearing just the white toweling hotel robe and slippers, clutching our things. You giggling, not letting me walk behind you on the stairs as we were both so aware that we were both scantily clad. You even more daringly so, Lucy, as you scampered along in just a bath towel, with another white towel turbaned round your wet hair, trying to give an air of "this is all terribly ordinary and respectable", even though we knew it perhaps wasn't.
Once back in our room you stand in the middle of our quaint attic room. We were laughing. Nervous excitement perhaps.
You look demure then smile up at me, your breathing excited.
"Are you really wearing only that towel?" I ask. You say nothing, but your smirk is teasing.
Slightly nervously you try to move the conversation on, asking...
"You know in our recent chats, Robert, you asked if I'd minded posing for you when we were together; posing for photos?
"Well, I was wondering if you have your camera with you again today?.."
I'm rather taken back, rather speechless, but nod that I do have it. You smile with encouragement as I hurriedly rummage in my holdall and hold my camera up to you.
"Would you like me to take some more?" I enquire. You smile. Then a very firm "Yes."
"Thinking about posing again for you has been very arousing, Rob.
"Nobody has ever taken photos of me like that before. Difficult to try explain, but I just liked it.
"You could photograph me again now if you fancy..."
I step back and fire-up the compact, centre you in the screen, letting the autofocus find you. You're so beautiful. It is so tempting to zoom in on your face, but I resist, letting the natural light frame you wide angle, as you stand shyly in the centre of the bedroom.
Slowly you relax, as I quietly take shots as you towel dry your hair.
"You'll have to delete some of those" you laugh.
"I've not exactly done my makeup, so won't be looking my best."
"I don't mind."
"No, neither do I really. It just feels so nice after the sauna and jacuzzi. So nice and tingly.
"There's another thing we talked about recently, Robert..."
"Go on." I prompt you, as you seem rather shy to elaborate.
"Well... You told me about your fantasy of shaving me...
"I like that idea too.
"And so I've rather left things down there for a while, Rob, especially for you."
You turn to face me, stepping closer as your fingers find the top of your wrap. You loosen your towel, and it falls open. Both of us gasp as you calmly shrug the cotton toweling, letting it fall to the ground. You stand there proud, statuesque. You're totally naked.
i sense you fidget and blush as my eyes wander down to gaze at your pussy, struggling to be brave and resist covering-up.
"i think you suggested you'd like to see me looking, well 'natural' shall we say.
"What do you think, Mr Rob?"
And jeeperz, you're so mischievous too, Lucy.
I remember you revelling in my attention, as I try to avoid camera shake, delighting in my awe of you in that moment, letting your hands glide over your nakedness as I watch enthralled, caressing yourself as you enjoy still the warmth of your body fresh from the cleansing sauna. You cup your wondrous breasts, accentuating their beauty, their fullness. Your nipples ripe as juicy raspberries and swelling, pointing upwards perfectly as you gaze at me, your eyes ablaze with excitement.
You pick up your towel and fold it over the bottom half of our bed, then climb on to the covers.
"Do you have what you need, Rob?
"Your razor? To shave me!"
I fuss in my wash bag, find shaving gel and my Gillette. As I put on a fresh blade you lie back onto your elbows and spread your thighs wide. You concentrate our attention as your fingers stroke at your pubes.
"I'm sorry Rob; it's rather more wild down there than last time we were together. It's been so tempting to tidy myself but I liked the thought of your fantasy too."
"How would you like me to fashion you, Lucy?"
You understand my meaning.
"I think I said to you that I'm usually mostly shaved and that Martin likes me to have a little down there, but I think it's probably best to leave entirely to you, Rob. The last little while, being aware that I was going to let you do this to me has been such a turn-on."
You spread your legs even wider and lean back further.
"Such an intimate request, Robert. It feels so rude and lovely.
