I wake with a start. Had I been dreaming, or did all that really happen?
I roll onto my side and the morning sunlight throws a golden beam across the bed, to light up Lucy's body alongside me, still sleeping peacefully. Her face is peaceful, with a slight smile on her lips, and one arm, shoulder and ample breast is exposed, with the white sheet thrown aside.
Her shoulder length blonde hair is spread across the pillow, and I notice a cute beauty spot on her neck, below her ear. The green sheath of her dress still lies crumpled on the floor, alongside my own clothes. My memory isn't playing tricks on me; I really had taken Lucy into my bed last night!
My mind floods with a tsunami of images from the evening before. It had been wonderful to connect so powerfully with Lucy, after those missing years; 'what a waste of time!' I thought.
Now I want to confirm our relationship and see where life might lead us, but in the short term, I remembered that today was Lucy's birthday, and I had promised to fulfil whatever wishes she might have.
It was only yesterday that I had discovered that Lucy's birthday was imminent, so of course I have made no preparations, bought no present. All I can do is to wait for her to wake, but before she does, I quietly call Room Service and order a breakfast to be delivered to our room. I ask them to knock the door, but leave it outside for us to collect.
Then I just lie alongside Lucy, and marvel at her beauty and her peaceful state. She had not been so peaceful yesterday evening, but the physical and emotional turmoil had clearly exhausted her as well as me, and we had both slept very soundly.
There is a discreet tap at the door, but enough to make Lucy stir and open her bright blue/gray eyes. She stares at me, and her eyes widen further as, like me, she processes the memories of the previous evening. They clearly please her, and she smiles widely at me, saying, “Hello, lover! That was quite an evening...”
I say, “Happy Birthday!” and she grins.
“The best birthday ever, and it hasn't even started yet,” she says. “Just waking up with you is enough.”
I explain that there is a breakfast waiting for us, and go to the door to wheel in a trolley laden with warm croissants, toast, cereals, various jams and conserves, and steaming pots of coffee. Also, by special order, a bottle of champagne and jugs of orange juice, to provide Buck's Fizz to start the day. Lucy is ecstatic at this treatment- only yesterday, she had expected to spend her birthday quite alone and with no plans to fill her day.
We both agree that strong coffee is the most urgent need, to be followed by showers and breakfast.
We know that we have a long day ahead, so we each shower away the sweat and stickiness of the night before, without intruding on each others ablutions. We need to start fresh and energetic, so we take breakfast steadily, but our eyes frequently stray from the laden table.
I watch her eating her croissants with strawberry jam, and giggling as crumbs fall down her ample cleavage, licking her lips lasciviously at me, reddened with the sticky jam. I tell her to take care, or she''ll need another shower soon!
I am conscious that she watches me too, and that her attention drifts downwards. Just knowing that she glances there causes some stirrings, and I think she notices slight movements under my bathrobe.
We are both admiring each other and there are clearly no regrets about our escapades of the previous evening.
Our conversation has to turn to the day ahead now, and to lubricate that discussion, I open the champagne, to much laughter from Lucy, and mix generous quantities with juice. We sit back to sip our glasses of Buck's Fizz while we make some plans- clearly there is no need for us to leave the room at all today.
“So, Lucy” I say, “I asked you to think what you would like from me today. I don't know whether you had special fantasies about us in the past, or whether you just want to indulge some new ones. There is ONE thing I would love to do with you, and many more could follow, but its your birthday, so what are your first thoughts?”
“Well,” says Lucy, “I'm fascinated to know what it is you want. But first I will try to explain my own thinking. I just loved our fucking last night, of course, and more of the same would be just great, but I did have some fantasies about you in the past, and I have some other ideas I'd like to explore too. I'm not very experienced, Simon, but I have read some sexy fantasy stories and seen some films, even some porn, and there are some things which give me butterflies and goose bumps when I think about them- there are also some things I do NOT want to explore!”
“That sounds like you have a wish-list, Lucy! Can you explain some of them, because there may be things which I don't want to do either. There is no need for us to be embarrassed or reticent now. If we can 'compare notes', as it were, we can both be free to say NO to anything, or to give an enthusiastic YES! And we don't have to do everything at once...”
“Please understand,” says Lucy, “ I still find it a little difficult to talk about these things, so you may have to be patient with me while I get my confidence. I don't think I want anything extraordinary or extreme; I think I just want to explore the realities of your body now that we are here together.
I have imagined touching, stroking, licking and tasting you; I have imagined the feel of your muscles, and of course, your cock and balls; I have imagined fucking too, though last night exceeded any of my expectations!
Would you just allow me to explore you, tease you, play with you? I want to suck you and taste you, like I began to last night. I want to use you; I want to see, feel and taste you when you cum.”
Putting all this into words seems to be exciting her more and more as she talks, and it certainly excites me,
“I would LOVE you to do that!” I say. “ I am very happy to put my body completely at your disposal, but before that begins, there is one thing I would like to do with you, which I have dreamed of many times. I think it will relax you and prepare you to take charge for the rest of the day.”
“Hummm!” Lucy says, “ And just what might that be?”
I admit, “I have imagined going down on you, licking and playing with your pussy until you cum. But now I have the reality of you to enjoy. It is something I love doing- giving so much pleasure, and preparing you for more...”
She takes a deep breath and says, “Simon, that's something I have never had done to me before, but I have seen films, and I must admit I do want to experience it for real. If we do that first, do you think I could then take charge of you? I want to suck that beautiful cock of yours again, but you will have to tell me if you need to stop. I want us to spend the entire day in sexual ecstasy, and not bring it all to an end too soon. It is my birthday ALL day long, after all!”
“The day is long,” I say, “I'm sure we can both cum and cum again, if we take our time.”
And so it begins.
**
Lucy sits on the edge of the bed, and I lay her back, kneeling on the floor between her spread thighs. She gasps with anticipation as I lower my head, and gently lick from the inside of each knee, up her thighs and towards her neatly-trimmed pussy, but I do not touch her there- yet.
I place the palms of my hands on her knees now, and hold her legs apart as I finally reach my destination with moistened lips and firmly probing tongue. She groans as I lick the full length of each of her outer pussy lips, up towards her clit. Her outer lips are moist already, with the inner lips now swelling and pouting as my tongue probes more deeply inside, spreading the honey which is leaking from within.
I use my thumbs to part her wide, and give my tongue greater access, but now licking more firmly upwards to her clit. It has emerged more proudly now, and the red bud is gently throbbing, demanding to be pressed.
While I focus my mouth around her clit, and gently suck and swirl my tongue around it, I press one finger inside her, up to the knuckle. She groans as I move that finger in and out, slowly, and not too deeply, but I can feel her grip upon it, and remember how tightly she had gripped my cock the night before.
Now I press more deeply, and force a second finger inside her, curling both upwards to seek her G-spot, while clamping my mouth over her clit and co-ordinating my sucking, licking and fingering actions in a rhythmic but slow pace.
She reaches down to grasp my head in both hands, and press me more firmly against her. At this sign, I begin to move more rapidly and vigorously, outside and inside her. The pace increases, and I can feel her hips begin to buck against me. Her pussy is swollen with desire and leaking copious juices over my face and hands. I love the taste and smell of her, and she grips my fingers more tightly as she moves rhythmically faster and faster against me, building her orgasm to a crescendo.
Suddenly, she freezes quite still and literally screams, “Fuck, fuck, fuck... !“ before collapsing limply, and loosening her grip on my head, her thighs falling apart as they tremble. I can see her pussy lips fluttering and juices oozing from her, as I gently withdraw my fingers. She is very sensitive now, and jolts with every little movement I make, but I try not to over-stimulate her- I know that there can be a fine line between pleasure and pain at these times.