I quietly went to my outdoor kitchen and made myself an espresso and sat waiting for the sunrise while trying to figure out the riddle and reason for that troubling dream.
At or around five as it started to get light I was sipping my third and wearing only a towel when I decided to quietly slip back inside and grab my phone. I knew that Kay would be up and I really wanted to talk with her. Just as I was easing back down in my lounge chair, the phone vibrated.
It was a text from Kay with her flight information and a cute closing line: "See you tomorrow!" message and I decided not to call because I wanted to share Hamari with her without imposing any shadow of ill will: "Besides." I thought: "It's better for her to draw her own conclusion without me putting my slant on things."
The morning was pleasantly cool and I laid my head back, closed my eyes and while deciding on where to stop for breakfast on my way to the office I felt two little hands reach under my towel.
Without moving a muscle I announced: "Hamari, you don't need to do this all the time" And I slowly looked up.
"Peter, it is not that think I need to, it is because I want to." She responded as she pulled the towel away and started working on my balls.
"No seriously. Don't you think it would be a lot better and a bit more exciting if we spread it out a little more?" And as my cocked throbbed and my shaft started to stand, the morning sunlight gleamed through a huge globule of crystal clear precum that pumped out of my slit and she swept it off of me with the tip of her tongue.
Her commitment of sexually pleasing me was exiting, uncanny and inviting and I looked at her searching for something undesirable, anything, anything at all. But there just wasn't one thing.
There was no bed head, no morning breath, no crusted sleep in her eyes and she straddled the lounge and whispered: "We have a few minutes before the morning boats go by." And instantly my eight fingers were in her little arm pits with my thumbs on her hardening nipples and I watched in awe as that micro thin, silky black, pubic hair stripe, bulged out toward me as she eased herself down on my throbbing, stiffening cock.
When my hips instinctively raised up to meet her downward motion she whispered: "Stop and just leave this to me." And when I felt the head top out at the end of her canal with about three inches still exposed in open air, I truly realized for the first time how tiny she actually was.
I wanted to kind of play this off, hold out, pretend this was no big deal. I needed to focus, think of something else and above all, not let on that she was now the one in control.
