After such an energetic beginning to the morning, Tom drifted back to sleep as he held me in his arms. I could feel the heat of his body against my naked skin as I snuggled against him. I lay there in complete contentment as I went over what had happened in the past few hours. I could hardly believe that Tom not only remembered me from high school, but he had placed me in the position I had always yearned for as a teenager, I was his girlfriend.
Tom was sleeping peacefully, but I had things to do. I hate to admit it, but men are right, women do take a lot longer to get ready to go out. Regretfully, I eased out of his embrace. Entering the bathroom, I looked at the soap, shampoo and conditioner that was provided by the hotel. I was delighted to see that it was a popular brand that I had used myself.
I turned beneath the lightly stinging needles as the warm water sprayed down over my body. As I moved the soap over my body, I remembered Tom's caresses. I could feel my pussy starting to tingle as the juices began to form in excited memory. With a shudder, I forced myself to stop. I did not have time for more sexual exploration this morning, there was a lot to do before the picnic.
Stepping out of the shower, my body glowed with the warmth of the shower and the memories of Tom's body entwined with mine. Drying off briskly, I wrapped the towel around my body and walked into the bedroom. Watching Tom sleep filled me with contentment. He looked so relaxed and happy. I hated to wake him, but we had to get ready. Standing next to him, I softly called his name.
Tom stirred as my voice penetrated his sleep. Opening his beautiful blue eyes, he looked up at me. A crooked smile crossed his face as he recognized me. I sat down on the edge of the bed. "Tom, we have to get ready. The picnic starts in just a couple of hours."
Tom gripped my arm and pulled my face down to his. His kiss was sweet and gentle. My heart soared at the tenderness he was showing me. "Come on, get up. I need to go to my house and change clothes." As I stepped away from the bed, he grabbed the edge of my towel. It pulled loose in his hand as it fell away from my body. Spinning to face him, I laughed as I grabbed at the towel. I felt my nipples harden as he exposed my naked body to his piercing blue eyes. "We don't have time for this now. The picnic starts at noon."
Tom gripped my wrist as he tried to pull me back down on the bed with him. Laughing, I danced away from his hand. "Later. I promise, we will make love all night if you like, but I have to go home right now."
I could feel Tom's eyes roaming over my naked body as I walked over to the chair that held my clothes. Enjoying his attention, I put a little extra bounce in my ass while I crossed the room. Picking up my black lace panties, I turned my side toward Tom as I bent forward. My large breasts swung freely as I pulled my panties over first one foot and then the other. I could feel his eyes burning into me as I brazenly displayed my body for him. Although it wasn't necessary, I remained bent forward, sliding my hands up my thighs, allowing my breasts to sway while my nipples hardened into tight peaks.
As I straightened, I turned and looked at him. His cock had hardened and stood like an obelisk towering above his curly pubes. At the sight of his unrestrained rigidity, my juices began to flow from the swollen font between my legs. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to turn away and pick up my blouse. "We will definitely continue this later, but right now, I have to go home."
Tom stood up. "Okay baby. Let me get ready. We can go by your place and then go to the picnic from there." Watching him walk toward the bathroom, my eyes went to his tight muscular ass. My pussy lips swelled and pulsed lightly as I remembered just how well that ass could shove his cock into a woman. My mouth felt dry as my heart beat faster. I trembled in excited anticipation as I imagined how his ass would be pushing his cock deep into me later tonight. My tongue licked across my dry lips as I forced those thoughts from my mind.
Fully dressed, I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my hair. Tom came out of the bathroom. He was still damp from his shower as he vigorously toweled his hair. I could see him in the mirror as his muscles flexed. His six pack led down to his semi-erect cock as it swung heavily between his muscular thighs. I just could not get making love to him out of my mind.
"If you and I are going to the picnic together, please hurry. I don't want to make a grand late entrance." I pleaded.
"Give me five minutes."
True to his word, Tom was quickly dressed and we headed out the door. We decided to go in my car instead of his truck. When we arrived at my home, I could imagine the neighbors peeking at us. They were probably shocked. A mother of two small children, returning home from being gone all night, still wearing her evening gown and being followed inside by her lover. I giggled as I realized they would really be appalled if they knew what a sexually charged night I had just enjoyed. Entering the house, I told Tom, "Make yourself at home. I will just be a couple of minutes."
I hurried to my bedroom and got out the clothes I had bought for the picnic. As I changed out of my black lace panties, my mind was going over what lingerie I would wear for Tom today. I decided on a matching white lace bra and panties set. The white contrasted nicely with the tan of my skin. The panties were a tiny pair of lace thongs. As I pulled them on, I felt the front pressing snuggly against my outer labia. The bra was a pushup with lace demi-cups. It lifted my boobs and thrust them forward proudly.
My jeans were so tight, I had to wriggle my hips as I pulled them up. As I picked up my blouse, I noticed Tom standing in the doorway watching me. He was rubbing his cock through his jeans. I basked in the intensity of his eyes as they followed my every movement. It was very erotic knowing that he was watching me as I dressed. My breasts lifted as if in offering to him as I raised my arms and pulled the blouse over my head. Tucking my blouse into my jeans, I looked at him again. He was still rubbing himself as I tugged up the zipper. It was difficult, both mentally and physically, but I managed to zip my tight jeans.
As we headed toward the door, I thought of something. "Oh no! I wasn't here this morning to prepare the food for our picnic!"