THE MORNING
The sun is rising, and all is quiet in the small apartment overlooking Governor’s Beach. Three naked bodies lie sprawled across a large bed, Peter, Louise and Paul. The night before has been both outstanding and adventurous; all felt elated, but very tired, and consequently drifted into peaceful sleep. Now the sunlight is creeping through the window and pasting splashes of light on the bodily curves.
Peter is dreaming; he is on a yacht, lying prone in the hot sun, looking up at the billowing sails, listening to the incessant lapping of the water on the sides of the boat, and feeling the rhythmic rolling motion of the waves. What could be more beautiful? Occasionally a gull cries as it soars overhead, momentarily casting a shadow as its wings obscure the sun. He is aware of a white sheet beneath him, and likes the warmth of the sun on his naked body.
As the gentle wind fills the sails, he sees them transform into breasts with erect nipples, and the regular motion gradually returns him to consciousness with the white bed sheet under him. The movement, he discovers, as he opens his eyes, is lovely Louise sitting astride Paul, with his cock deep inside her, arching her back and thrusting her pelvis to experience every touch and sensation. She becomes aware that Peter is watching, looks at him and smiles. He moves a little closer, so that she can reach his pleasure centre with her hand. Her touch feels good to him. Paul, too, now knows that Peter is awake. ‘On your knees’ he says to Louise, and he positions himself behind her and re-enters, leaving her free to take Peter’s prick into her mouth, which, after rubbing a little, she does. The action is slow, not frenzied in any way, as befits the dawn of the day, and is quite beautiful in appearance and feel. It seems ages before climax is reached, although, in truth, is probably not much more than ten minutes, but the conclusion is the most exquisite part with all three reaching orgasm together. Eventually, they all flop into a satisfied heap on the bed, with arms and legs entangled around each other. Will there ever be a better way to start a day?
Soon, in the shower, the two guys with their soft cocks soap and wash down Louise, and she returns the favour, concentrating on the softness, knowing that pleasure was still being received.
After breakfast, Louise and Peter bid farewell to Paul, asking how long he will be in Cyprus. ‘Two weeks’ is his reply. ‘Time for another get together before you go, then?’ asks Louise. ‘You bet!’
As Paul drives away, Louise and Peter look at each other and smile. Words are superfluous.
