Slipping back into the room, I sit on the end of the bed and watch you sleep. Your hands are thrown above your head; your face turned to the side, your profile strong and so handsome in your slumber.
My eyes linger upon your chest, raising and lowering with your deep restful breathing. I canโt help but walk around the bed to place a kiss upon your cheek.
Dropping my robe to a chair of the hotel room, I open the drawers of the chest and pick out some fresh under wear, a wispy pair of lace and silk cream panties and a matching bra, and a pair of fine flesh coloured stockings.
Sitting on the chair opposite you, my eyes on you as I sleep, I point my toes and roll the soft nylon slowly up my right leg, and then with the other I do the same. I always enjoy the feel of the delicate material encasing my legs. Standing up I smooth the softness of them up to the top of my thighs and make sure they hold in place. Then I stand into my panties, bending over pulling them up over the smoothness of my covered legs. Making sure they sit comfortably within the softness of my behind and the waist sits just right at the base of my spin.
Checking on you, I make sure your eyes are still shut and I canโt help but run my fingers over the panel of silk that covers my bare, hairless pubis, the smoothness so new and sensitive, the silk enfolding my most sensitive parts. Next my bra, so stiff from itโs under wires but the cup that will hold and keep my breasts within itโs grasp so smooth and beautiful, the lower half of the cup a soft creamy silk, the rest a web of the softest lace.
I hold and close the clasps of the bra at the front of my waist and then swing the cups to the front, pulling it up as I slip an arm through each strap, then allow my breasts to cradle in the softness of it support. My nipples peek through the lace as I look in the mirror; once more my hands reach to touch the fabric encased flesh.
Hearing you stir slightly I turn to check on you. Your face is still relaxed and your eyes shut.
Turning away from you again, I reach into the wardrobe to decide what to wear, my hands flicking through the clothes upon the hanger, as I reach for a dress, I feel your hands upon my waist, their largeness softly moulding to the curves. Your lips upon my neck, nuzzling my head to the side as your nibble and tease upon me. Your voice is slightly hoarse from just waking, as you whisper good morning into my ear. Your lips and tongue tickle at my ear lobes and I sigh happily as the usual stirrings start within me.
One hand spins me to face you, and as I smile up into your eyes, I feel your hand hold the small of my back, pulling me to you.