I opened my eyes, but the room was in total darkness. I turned towards her, to once again hold her close to me, but all I found was an empty bed. I slowly sat up, my mind still clouded by the cobwebs of sleep. Had she left me so early? Had she really been there at all, or after so many years of hiding the truth, was this just another one of my fantasies?
My eyes were slowly getting accustomed to what little light there was in the room. This was not my bedroom. It was hers! We had made love with each other many times in this very bed, but I had never awoken here before. As I heard the click of the door handle turning, it all came rushing back to me.
It wasn't her bedroom anymore…it was ours! Yesterday we had finally become free of all the chains that had tied us down. Years of waiting and hiding had finally come to an end. Now there would be no more hiding behind closed doors. No more waiting for an opportune moment. No more hoping that we would not be found out. Now we were both as free as the birds in the sky and I could finally say that she was mine!
The door opened and there she stood, outlined in silhouette, holding a tray in her hands. She was completely naked, but that was nothing unusual. When we were together, that was how we spent most of the days…as naked as the day we were born. Those days, although few and far between, were heaven for both of us. We had explored each other's body countless times and made love in almost every conceivable way, yet we never seemed to get enough of each other. Each time we made love was a whole new experience. It was almost as if every time was the first time.
I watched her naked figure walk towards me. Her dark brown hair hung loosely on her shoulders just slightly above her beautiful rounded breasts. Her ample hips, supporting her very ample ass swayed to and fro as her pubic area just seemed to glide in my direction. Her raw beauty still took my breath away, and I felt the common stirring in my penis.
I sat up and pulled the covers tight around my waist and she placed the tray on my lap. I looked at its contents. There was toast, hot croissants, scalding black coffee and…there was something missing.
"No orange juice?" I softly asked her.
"Don't worry about the juice," she quietly replied, sitting at the foot of the bed, "you can have as much juice as you want later."
Tucking into my breakfast and taking care not to drop any crumbs on the bed, I looked to where she was seated, cross-legged. Her back was stock straight. Her breasts were like two full moons, white and creamy. Lower down, her pubic hair was as dark and mysterious as the night. I quickly finished the toast and croissants and after washing down with the coffee, she got up off the bed and took the tray away. Putting her hand on my chest, she softly spoke again.
"Lie down again my love."
When I was once again flat on my back she slowly pulled the covers off me and studied my nudity.
"Do I see the beginning of an erection there?" she asked with a smile parting her lips.
"Well you should know," I answered, my voice breaking into a laugh, "you've caused it to happen many times before."
"Oh!" she cried with glee. "He wants me!" and promptly lowered her head to my semi-erect member.
I sprang to attention deep inside her mouth as she pulled my foreskin down and gently bobbed up and down on my now solid tool. She stopped as quickly as she started and pulled away.
"Aren't you going to continue?" I asked her.
