I woke to a feeling of bliss, still flanked by two beautiful women, one of them my beloved Beth. She smiled as she always did when we woke together. "Hi."
"Hi yourself."
I felt Francesca stirring. "Buongiorno..." she wished us as she stretched luxuriantly.
She sat up, and as always I couldn't help my eyes being drawn to her breasts. "Such a lovely day," she observed as the sunlight slanted in through the gap in the curtains.
Beth nodded. "Perhaps we could all go out somewhere?"
Francesca thought for a moment. "I know a place."
She got out of bed, starting to dress, and Beth reached to touch her arm. "You don't need to go."
Francesca smiled. "I think you two lovers need a little time to yourselves, maybe? I will go back to my room, take shower, I see you at breakfast."
She deftly tied the fastening of her dress in place, and she was gone, closing the door behind her.
Beth turned over, and I wrapped my arms around her. "She's very considerate."
Beth nodded, a grin slowly spreading across her face. "Wow - last night really worked, didn't it."
My expression was thoughtful, even a little puzzled. "We didn't quite stick to the plan, did we?"
Beth smirked. "You men and your plans. What do you mean?"
"Well... I don't think there was any time when she and I were both giving attention to your breasts."
Beth acknowledged my point. "Something still to look forward to, then."
I hesitated. "And the way I was in her, you and I haven't done exactly that, have we. I'm sorry."
Beth looked surprised, putting her hand on mine. "You were worried about that? Don't be silly. Anyway, I prefer to see your face, usually. Not that we shouldn't try it sometime."
She smiled. "Anything else?"
It was my turn to show surprise. "Well, um, you and she didn't - you know, there..."
Beth's response was a shiver of anticipation. "Now that, I definitely hope we put right today."
She took a deep breath. "Right - time for a shower so we can get going straight after breakfast. I wonder where Francesca has in mind...?"
When we walked into the dining room, Francesca was already at the table we'd shared the previous morning. "The girl will bring your usual breakfast," she grinned.
She'd changed into a summer dress, still elegant but more suitable for a casual day out, and her dark hair was caught into a neat ponytail. "Any clues on where we're going?" I hinted.
"It is very close, but also private," came her enigmatic response.
When we'd finished eating, Francesca bent down to pick up a blanket she'd kept under her chair - incidentally giving me a clear view down her cleavage, confirming that as yesterday she hadn't felt a bra was necessary to her outfit. "Follow me."
She led us into the hotel's back garden, the grass neatly trimmed but the shrubs and bushes less and less well-tended as we moved further in. Finally we reached a high brick wall almost entirely concealed by overgrowth, and Francesca carefully stepped forward, pulling the ivy aside to reveal a wooden door, its iron latch showing signs of rust but still solid.