Author's Note: I would like to thank all those who continue to encourage new writers like me. Constructive criticism is always welcome as it will hopefully lead to a better story for both the reader and also myself.
Thanks again and I hope you enjoy the rest of the journey.
Chapter 02 – Morning
Stephen woke up, relaxed and happier than he remembered being in quite some time. The smell of sex still filled the air, mixing in with the sweet smell of soap coming from the steamy bathroom.
Memories of the previous day came rushing back, filling his head with images of Sarah in various states of undress, her skin glowing and terse to the touch. Her long legs wrapped around his torso pulling him deeper and deeper into her. Her husky moans rang in his ears, causing his dick to twitch under the covers. She looked so perfect, her body so smooth and long, sculpted by years of dedicated volleyball and dance practices. The images were so real that he felt he could once again touch her. His hand tentatively began to reach out when through that happy haze of sleep he saw Sarah emerge - as if by magic - from the steam. A glistening revelation, stepping out of his dreams and into his room, sunlight bouncing off her still damp skin, her breasts standing firm and proud as she dried her hair with a towel.
"Good morning baby." Her voice was so sweet and tender and her eyes seemed to have developed a richer, deeper shade of blue overnight, her hands still held high above her head as she wrapped a towel around it stretching her body upwards, making her look like the muse that must have inspired the early Greek and Italian masters.
When she reached his bedside she leaned into him easily - her perfect tits hanging firmly from her chest, her nipples red and perky - and planted a kiss on his lips as deep as he could remember ever sharing with anyone in his life. Their tongues chased each other in their mouths as her hand reached down to grab his morning erection giving it a playful squeeze.
"God, I love your cock!" The ease with which she said this as she pulled away from him struck him.
"I wish I could have it inside me all the time." This time not satisfied with shocking Stephen with her words, she proceeded to put her lips on the tip of his cock and casually gave it a loving smooch.
Maybe she said something else after that, maybe about work or school or something, but all he could process at that point was the sight of her perfect ass swaying majestically, her still swollen lips peeking between her legs as she walked away.
The rest of the morning was spent in a fog that not even an extra long shower could dissipate. Shaving, dressing, breakfast, all part of the same dream, throughout which Stephen kept looking at Sarah and imagined doing all sorts of dirty and nasty things to her.
Finally, Sarah gathered her things and headed for the door.
Stephen had always had a thing for beautiful women in business attire and always thought that Sarah looked stunning in them. Today she was wearing a crisp, short sleeved white blouse that hugged her incredible figure - making her tits look at least a cup size larger than the 34B he knew them to be, heaven bless whomever invented the push-up bra, he thought - which she had tucked into a charcoal, knee length pencil skirt that molded to her hips and ass and seemed to extend those already impossibly long, bare legs even more; all leading to a sexy pair of three inch, purple suede pumps that matched the color of her barely visible and magical bra.
