Jennifer was totally spent after a whirlwind day filled with travel, sex and finally, connecting with her lover. She slept until noon following her first night with Harry. She might have slept the day away had it not been for the sound of the front door and keys jingling against the countertop. She startled, and was a bit disoriented as she tried to figure out where she was and what had gone on. Looking around the room, she noticed the clutter, the unfamiliar feel of the bed sheets and the sounds of someone in the kitchen. She quickly regrouped, and oriented to the fact that she was in Harry's bedroom. Feeling very anxious that he was not there with her, she ran her fingers through her hair, wrapped herself in a blanket, and ventured out into the kitchen.
Harry was preparing a breakfast tray for her. He apparently had bathed and dressed while she was sleeping, only to shortly return to the flat with two lattes and a pair of raisin scones. He also picked up a basket of juicy strawberries from the produce store down the street. He was in the process of slicing them when Jennifer wandered into the kitchen. Harry was struck by how sexy she looked with her hair rumpled. He reached for the whip cream in the ice box and arranged the breakfast tray. She coyly asked, "Oh my! What did I do to deserve this?"
"Its a little celebration of our first night together," he explained. They sat in the kitchen around a small dinette set, and talked easily about the bright sunny day that awaited them. Harry wondered what she would be doing on a Saturday afternoon back in the States.
"I would probably be finishing up the morning chores and thinking about what to prepare for lunch. Tom would likely be out fussing in the yard, while the girls planned their afternoon at the mall."
Harry smiled in amazement of typical suburban American life. As they sipped coffee and munched on scones, he suggested they go to one of his favorite lunch spots for a bottle of wine, a light meal and conversation. She thought to herself, "Conversation? ... With a man? In the middle of the day??? What a concept!"
She explained that life with Tom had become very predictable and passionless. "We tend to do the same things week in and week out. We have a good life, but I obviously need more. I need the passion. As you can see, once I get going, there is no limit to what I am willing to do sexually. Tom fucks me in the same position, and at predictable times, about twice per week. Most of the time, I walk around thinking how badly I need more than what he has to offer. "
Harry was determined to give her a different experience on her visit with him. After finishing breakfast, he offered to run a bath for her in preparation for their late afternoon treat. She could barely believe what she was hearing, but did not hesitate to take him up on his offer. As he walked away from the dinette, she eyed his beefy ass and was getting slightly aroused by the sight of him walking out of the kitchen to prepare her bath. She was struck by the broadness of his shoulders, and was taken by how she could see the outline of his triceps through his long sleeve tee shirt.
In short order, Harry called her into the bathroom. "Jen, my love, your bath is ready," he called out. Entering the smallish bathroom, she couldn't look at the toilet without blushing. Harry noticed her bashfulness, smiled a knowing smile, and said, "That was quite an experience in here last night, don't you think?" Jennifer bowed her head sheepishly and looked up at him with her big brown eyes. She dropped the blanket that covered her naked body and cautiously eased into the warm water.
Harry sat on the toilet, gazing at her lean body. She was very self conscious; her nipples puckered upon entering the perfectly warm water. Harry offered to wash her hair gently wetting and lathering her scalp. She took great pleasure in the gentle scalp massage he gave her as he washed and rinsed her hair. Excusing himself, he put some music on for her. She listened to what she immediately identified as Luciano Pavarotti singing "La Traviata." It was one of the few opera's that Jennifer knew well and loved.
When she emerged from the bath, Harry hugged her and revealed that Italian opera brings out a very romantic side of him. She wondered what to wear for the afternoon meal. As she rummaged through her luggage, Harry suggested that they "play the part" of two Italian lovers on holiday. He announced, "I think I'll wear my Italian leather boots, tight jeans, a white mock turtle neck, and my leather blazer." With his freshly shaved head and his ruggedly handsome face, she imagined that he would look deliciously sexy. Her thoughts were a bit hazy and so she could not recall if she packed anything that would compliment his outfit. Clearing her head, she recalled that she packed her black loafers, and her nice fitting jeans (the ones without the hole in the knee). She pulled out her silky white button down blouse, and thought that maybe she would wear it with the top few button undone, and bare breasted. She wanted her smallish brown nipples to tantalizingly peek at Harry while they dined. It was warm enough to skip a jacket, and with that, they headed off into the light of the afternoon sun.
The day was warm and sunny, perfect for the treat that awaited them. They took the double decker bus to a section of London that had many restaurants, pubs, movie theaters and boutiques. She felt amazingly sexy as she walked smartly down the London streets. With her dark sunglasses, stylish loafers, tapered jeans and silky white top hugging her breasts, she imagined that she looked a bit like a model or a movie star.
Harry escorted her into a restaurant familiar to him whereupon her senses were immediately infused with the aroma of garlic, basil, and strong cheeses. An older waiter with salt and pepper hair and a heavy Italian accent quickly greeted them, seating them in a romantic corner of the restaurant. He beamed at Jennifer, pushed her chair in for her, and gave Harry a wink as he offered to take their drink order. "What was that all about?" she asked.
