Saturday morning, Mach 21
I awoke the next morning, our naked bodies spooned together, Dani snuggled to my back, one arm around me. She hadn't given any indication that she was awake yet, so I didn't move, just savored the experience from the night before and the feel of her naked body pressed against mine.
It was still hard for me to believe the night before, no one deserves the pleasures we'd had. There was so much to revel in. I don't know how long I lay there before squeezing Dani's hand that had been around my shoulder and snuggled into me. She let out a little, "Mmm," and I felt her naked tits pressing a little harder into my back.
I assumed I'd inadvertently awakened her, starting to feel her begin to stir, so I rolled over, and just looked into her peaceful face, realizing how lucky I was to have this woman as my life's partner, my wife. As I watched, her eyes began to flutter open, waking up, "Was last night real?" she asked, the first words of the day.
"Think so," I told her, "pretty incredible, huh?"
A smile spread across her face, "Mmhmm," she said, "except I gotta go pee!"
I chuckled, that didn't take long. "Me too, I didn't want to wake you, I'll wait for you."
She climbed out of bed and scampered into the bathroom. Watching Dani's naked body this early in the morning was a treat I'll never take for granted again, like I had the last many, many years, before my accident. I rolled over on my back, my hands behind my head, watching the ceiling, waiting for Dani to finish. When she did, several minutes later, I marveled that this woman was forty-eight years old. If I didn't know her, I'd have guessed her closer to thirty-eight, and sexy as fuckin' hell!
I took my turn in the bathroom, washed my hands, and climbed back in bed next to Dani, both of us leaning back against the headboard, a pillow behind our backs, Dani's naked tits distracting me, "You said you had something to tell me today," she reminded me.
It took me a minute to remember, "Yeah, April and Amanda," I started, "Alan's friend, April, she's the one who did your eye patches, Alan finally let her take them off so you could see again, then she took you out shopping, I think it was Tuesday, The two of you left, and that afternoon when you got back you had on a new flowery skirt and blouse, and was all excited."
Dani's eyes got big, and she jumped out of bed, going to the closet getting out the garment bag she'd brought. She pulled out a short skirt and matching blouse, yellow flowers on a blue background, short 'almost' sleeves, kind of flaring out, and the bottom of the blouse flaring like the sleeves, "Anything like this?" she asked, holding them up in front of her, "it's what I planned to wear today."
I couldn't believe my eyes, "Uh, yeah... that's them!" I told her, "You... umm, bring a special bra to wear with it?" I asked, remembering what she'd worn in Tampa.
She blushed, "I was... uhh... not planning on wearing one, thought you'd like that," she said, "did bring pretty, blue panties to wear with it, though."
She'd been braless that day in Tampa as well, wearing nearly that exact skirt and blouse set.
"Maybe we should get dressed and go find breakfast," I suggested. "I'm hungry... last night took lots of energy," I said, a big smile on my face. "I can finish telling you at breakfast." I wanted to see Dani in her new clothes... not that there was anything wrong with seeing her without them... heh, heh.
Dani showered and came out of the bathroom with one of the hotel's oversize towels wrapped around her. I wanted to just lay there and watch her, but I needed to shower, too, badly. When we'd finished with our little 'activities' last night, I was soaked in sweat, probably still stunk, Dani'd been just too polite to mention it. Of course, she'd been just as sweaty and I hadn't smelled anything except sex emanating from her, so maybe not. Still had to shower, though.
By the time I'd showered, shaved, and brushed my teeth, Dani was standing, looking into the mirror, her skirt on, at least eight inches above her knees, and was putting the blouse on, letting it slither down over her naked tits. I closed my eyes only briefly and let out a little shiver at how she looked, God! Need I say it? Fucking sexy!
They were in two layers, a thin camisole and slip-type layer covered with the lacy, flowery, ultra-sheer outer layer, none of which made any effort to hide her body's feminine, braless figure, her tits and nipples shapes showing through in all their sexy glory.
"You look ravishing!" I told her, as I reached around her, cupping the wonderful feel of her breasts in my palms, getting a surprised jump from her, "I thought you were still in the bathroom," she said, "sneaking up on a poor defenseless girl!"
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you, but I meant it... that outfit is... stunning!" reveling in the feel of her soft tits and hard little nipples. Yeah, heads would turn today, too, for damned sure.
"Mmm, you keep that up much longer and we won't make breakfast," she said, watching me knead her tits in the mirror. "Except, I'm hungry, you're just going to have to wait till after," she said, reaching up and pulling my reluctant hands away, turning around and giving me a much too brief peck on the lips.
"I'm ready for breakfast, you just going to stand there, naked, gawking?"
Oh, yeah, I was still naked with a very hard dick poking into her. "I'd much rather do this, though," I told her, running my hands up her legs under her skirt. She slapped them away before I could get nearly where I wanted -- finding out what was under that short skirt, "Food," she said, "I need food."
Reluctantly, very reluctantly, I dug a pair of socks, undies, shorts, and shirt out of my suitcase and hurriedly put them on. I figured if it's warm enough for Dani's skirt, it's warm enough for my shorts. Besides, I was hoping to come straight back upstairs after breakfast and resume where we'd left off the night before.
"Shall we go, Babygirl, your breakfast awaits," I told my sweetheart, giving her a small bow.
"We shall, my studmuffin, this should be fun."
We were both still giggling when we got to the elevator. This was turning into the best trip of our lives.
"Buffet or sit-down breakfast?" I asked as the elevator dropped out from under us. This was a little faster than any elevator we'd been in in the Tri-Cities, like a LOT faster.
She looked at me like she does when she wants me to decide something. "Oh no," I told her, "this is your decision."
"Buffet, then," she said, "I remember how good it was with the kids."
"Buffet it is," I agreed. Plus, which I hadn't mentioned to Dani to influence her decision, our upgraded room came with two complimentary buffet breakfasts. Besides, there'd be more people to admire my sexy bride. I absolutely loved watching the heads turning toward her as she walked past!
We'd filled our plates with sumptuous-looking food and were heading toward a table when I saw a gentleman in a booth sitting by himself. "Hon, see that guy sitting alone at the booth reading the paper, know who he is?"
She looked where I was pointing, "No, no idea, should I?" and then the realization hit her, "it's... is it...?"
"Uhuh, it's Mark from last night, you want to sit with him?"
I saw the blush on her face, "Would he want us to, you think?"
I chuckled, "After last night... you're seriously asking that?"
We changed our course to his booth, "Would you mind if we sat with you?" Dani asked him.
He looked up from his paper, a startled look on his face, very quickly changing to a very pleased-looking smile, his eyes clearly feasting on the sight of Dani in that blouse and skirt, roving up and down her body. After all, she was very obviously braless, and her skirt was short, if not as short as the night before. "Please, I'd love it!" he answered, his pleased-sounding voice leaving no doubt.
We sat on the opposite side of his booth, "You're even more beautiful than last night," he told Dani (I'm just kind of assuming he was talking to her), "now that I can see you, all of you."
Dani blushed, "You're a very handsome man, too," she answered. "I'm surprised some lucky girl hasn't swallowed you all up," her face deepening its blush like maybe she'd just realized what she'd just implied.
Mark didn't seem to notice Dani's little inadvertent faux pas, "Like I said, since my Jan died, I haven't been interested in a woman... until now," he added, "and she's already taken, just my luck." He said it with a smile, staring straight at Dani.
God, I was wishing I'd waited that extra fifteen minutes last night! Or maybe it was a damned good thing I hadn't.
"How was the poker last night?" I asked him, changing the subject.
He laughed, "I'm not much of a player, it's just for fun, so it's the low stakes table for me, only lost a couple-hundred dollars... and how was the rest of your evening if I might ask?"
"I... we... uhh..."
"We had a wonderful rest of our evening... " Dani said, finishing my stuttering, "went for a walk down the street, a little gambling... shopping," looking at me with a smile on her face," maybe we should have invited you along,"
He chuckled, "Don't think I'd have wanted to impose, I'm sure a little privacy was in order."
"Maybe we should check that store out again, what you think, Babygirl, invite Mark along?"
Dani seemed to be showing blush quite frequently. Mark's eyes darted back and forth between us, like he was trying to ascertain what had inspired her red face.
Speaking of Dani's red face, I'd have loved to tell him about our short fuck against the door after we'd left him, him as the unknowing subject of our VERY exciting role-playing. I was sure there would have been bloodshed if I had, mine.
I did want to explain to Mark about last night, though, my rudely cutting in on his dance with Dani, "I... need to explain something," I began, "Last night... Dani and I... when I cut in on your dance..." I wasn't sure how to do this, "Maybe I better start in the beginning... I had an accident last October, fell and hit my head, didn't wake up until last month..."
"The doctors weren't sure if he'd ever wake up, it was pretty bad," Dani went on, "or how he might be like if he did..." I held her hand, feeling her go tense as she said it. I couldn't imagine what she must have been through those months, probably never would.
Mark's thoughts were coming across loud and clear in his expression, 'and this has something to do with dancing?'
"But I did wake up and was fine, much to everyone's amazement... except that while I was in the coma, I had these dreams that have turned out to be... not sure exactly how to say this... but very prescient, I seem to... have seen things that I couldn't have known, even many that hadn't even happened yet. Like on a flight home... after dreaming of a rather 'interesting' trip, Dani and I visiting one of her high school friends, a man sitting beside Dani on the plane, he looked to be in his mid-fifties, very nice looking, distinguished guy... a lot like you, actually. He and Dani flirted quite heavily and we learned a lot about him..." I took a deep breath, "His wife had passed away three years earlier from breast cancer..."
I had Mark's full attention, he'd set down his fork and was watching me intently, "Her name was Jan, very beautiful, he told us."
