Nick stirred, Karen's head resting on his chest, her arm draped around his waist. The stale taste of last night's late cognac in his mouth making him feel somewhat nauseous.
He squinted at his wristwatch in the low light of their bedroom, 6.30am. Nick kissed Karen's head and slid his arm from underneath her, trying not to wake her as she lay breathing deeply, slowly, rhythmically.
Nick stood for a moment, looking down at Karen as she slept soundly, his heart skipping a beat just watching her breathe.
He stepped into the shower and quickly refreshed himself, washing his hair and body. He shaved and brushed his teeth and looked back at himself in the mirror as he splashed on a small amount of aftershave which, stinging slightly, brought his senses into sharp focus.
Slipping into some chinos, a polo shirt, and a pair of yacht shoes, Nick looked back in on Karen and wondered whether to order breakfast in the room or to let her sleep on and rest after the tumultuous previous day.
They had talked well into the small hours, fully resolving their misunderstandings and mutually agreeing to continue to explore their new found exciting life, albeit in their autumn years.
He opted to breakfast in the lounge bar, and enjoy the sunrise as the boat sets off, continuing its journey toward Normandy.
He wrote a brief note for Karen, to stop her fretting about where he was, "Gone to watch sun come up while I have breakfast. Didn't want to wake you, Love you lots. N xxx"
Nick put the note on the small shelf next to Karen's side of the bed and closed the blackout curtain fully.
He wandered through the boat and sat at a table in the open area at the front, to sip at his cappuccino and eat a few Danish pastries as the sun came up, lighting the passing scenery with a golden glow.
At 8am, Lex and Becky emerged from the lounge bar.
"Morning Nick, can we join you?" asked Lex.
"Absolutely!" Nick replied.
Becky kissed Nick lightly on the cheek, her hand softly resting on his hip as he stood to greet them. "Is Karen okay?" she asked.
"I left her to sleep in a little, it was late when we eventually settled in last night." Nick explained.
"Everything okay, bud?" asked Lex.
"Perfect, thanks," Nick responded with a warm smile.
The three of them chatted, the time sliding by unnoticed.
They talked with excitement about the prospect of visiting the Cotswolds. Karen and Becky enjoying some Retail therapy whilst Nick and Lex get to work on the business expansion project.
"We have a self contained apartment, which Lex's mum used to use when she lived with us. You two can come and go as you wish," Becky suggested.
Karen stirred, hearing a tap, tap on the door. "Housekeeping!"
Sophie entered the dark confines of the suite.
"Hello, Sophie?" called Karen.
"Sorry, Madame Fox, would you like me to come back later?"
"No, erm, sorry, what time is it?"
"It's 10am, Madame, really, I can come back if you like."
Karen emerged from the bedroom, combing her hair with her fingers.
"No, it's okay. Sorry, I didn't realise it was that late. Nick, erm, Mr Fox must have left me to sleep. We had a late night," Karen said apologising whilst she opened the curtains in the lounge area, letting light flood in, which made her screw her eyes a little until they were accustomed to the daylight.
Karen stood in her thigh length, front fastening satin nightshirt. Her ample breasts and large, round brown nipples clearly outlined through the shiny fabric, her cleavage accented by the low V-neckline.
"Are you feeling okay this morning Madame? After last night I mean. Is everything okay?" Sophie asked, sensitively.
"Yes, thanks.... It was a big misunderstanding. It's all sorted now, I'm sure. Although it did mean we stayed up very late. Sorry."
"Would you like me to make you a coffee, perhaps, Madame?"
"I tell you what, Sophie, why don't you sit down. I'll make us both one, would you like that?"
"Oh, I'm not supposed to, Madame, but..."
"If I tell you I want you to sit down a moment, you would be allowed, wouldn't you?"
"Ah, yes, of course!" Sophie said, with a smile.
Karen made two Cappuccinos and sat next to Sophie on the sofa.
"I want to apologise for last night, Sophie. I put you in an awkward situation and I shouldn't have involved you."
"It's fine, Madame Fox, I understood completely. I knew you were upset and I just wanted to help."
"Oh, you did. You helped a lot, sweetie." Karen said as she stroked Sophie's pretty young face and smiled.
Sophie, couldn't help but look down at Karen's firm, attractive breasts and well toned thighs admiringly.
"Madame Fox, I hope you don't mind if I ask, but how old are you?"
"Me? I'm almost 64 sweetie, why?"
"Because you are in such good shape, I mean, you are.... Well.... still very firm," Sophie said, blushing slightly, "Are your breasts, erm, well...."
"Mine dear? Yes, I don't go in for all these so called enhancements."
"Really! Honestly! Can I..."
"Feel them? Yes if you like. In fact I think I would like you to," Karen said softly, getting turned on by the idea that Sophie was attracted to her body.
Sophie softly cupped Karen's breasts and squeezed them gently, feeling for the telltale signs of implants.
"Alors! They are real! God they're gorgeous! I wish mine were like that!" Sophie enthused.
"But you have a beautiful body, Sophie! I don't like to see pretty girls like you spoil themselves with fake breasts, fake lips and everything."
"You don't think mine are like two boiled eggs?"
"Oh God, no. Mine were just like yours when I was your age. Nick couldn't keep his hands off them."
"But my teats are too small, don't you think?" Sophie said rolling her nipples between her fingers and thumbs.
"Let me see...." Karen stretched her hand out and gently rolled Sophie's nipple between her finger and thumb, causing Sophie to catch her breath and bite her lip.
Sophie felt Karen's nipple hardening in her fingers, and looked deep into her eyes as she stroked Karen's thigh with her petite hand.
Karen murmured softly at the gentle sensation of Sophie's fingers tracing a line up and down her thigh. She leaned into Sophie and kissed her lightly on the mouth.
