Still catching my breath, with the cool breeze of the air conditioning wafting over my damp penis, I reached one arm around to encircle Diana in an embrace. My other arm arced off to the side of the mattress, searching for the spare towel I had brought in with me earlier from the bathroom. Diana curled on to her side, nestling in closer to me in the dark. Her hand lightly brushed my torso, and she scratched idly at my chest hair.
I reached over to her with the towel in the hand on my opposite side, and looked at her form in the darkness. "Did you want this?" I asked her. The towel draped over her ribs, and she reared up slightly to regard it.
"Ah, thanks," she said, and I passed it to her. She spread her legs and then tucked the towel between them. "You tired?"
I grinned in the dim blue light that peeped in from the shaded windows. "Want to go for another round?"
"You need some time, don't you?" she asked sardonically. She brushed the towel over my still-cooling, still flaccid member now jumping feebly in expectation. "Ha! A little somethin's happenin' there, isn't it?" Through the towel, I could feel her gentle ministrations.
I laughed lightly and turned to her. "Let's just see what happens, eh?" Turning more completely to her, I tightened my embrace, and as I leaned in for a kiss I brought my other hand up to stroke her belly, inching up toward her breasts.
We shared a tender laugh between kisses, our bodies easing closer in proximity. One of my hands threaded its fingers through her hair, while the other massaged one of her fantastic breasts. Our tongues tapped and encircled one another, our breaths showing that we'd been so soon reinvigorated. I pressed my stiffening prick into the fluffy towel clamped between her legs, and brought my free hand from her breast down to the velvety-smooth skin of her side, and then her flank, to finally caress an ass-cheek.
She moaned a surprised kind of sound, and I could feel her grin as she pulled momentarily away from our kiss. "...Really?" she asked.
Not one to turn down such an opportunity without a fight, I replied, "Ready when you are, Diana." The hand I used to cup her butt slid further down to clasp her thigh, and I drew it upward to drape it across my own. I reveled in the tautness of her ass-muscles, and crisscrossed her cheek with light scratches of my fingers. She squirmed and peppered me with more quick kisses.
"I'm kidding, not kidding," she replied. "A break will be good. Let me grab some more water."
I nodded, likely unseen, then eased my fingers into a gentle massage. "Sure, darlin'." She turned on the bed, rolling away, and I grinned as my fingers traced her graceful waist and hips. My other hand's fingers disentangled themselves from her hair before she left the bed, and I made sure not to pull any of it when she stood.
With Diana across the room, I sat up with a grunt. I decided that prepping for actual sleep wouldn't be bad, so I shook out the blankets and sheets, then shimmied my way underneath, making sure they were pulled back invitingly for when she returned. A moment later, the sound of her padding feet heralded her return, and I lifted the blanket for her to lay down once again.
Diana slid into bed, her cooled body eager to absorb warmth from mine. "Here's some water," she said, and passed me a glass. I leaned upward, took a gulp, then returned it to her hand. She leaned towards the nightstand, her ass pressed into me, and my free hand stroked along her spine. She settled into the sheets beside me, grabbing my arm to wrap her in another spoony embrace. Diana's body nestled within the wrap of my legs and arms. And I inhaled deeply of the scent of her hair.
"Mmm, good night," I said softly.
"Sleep tight, buddy," she answered. "You're so warm..."
As far as I could tell, we were both asleep in minutes.
After living in the city so long, in some sketchy neighborhoods, historically I had never been a light sleeper. However, when the clamor of thunder shook me awake the pattering of rain on the bedroom windows was conspicuous. I gently rose up from my prone position, though I stopped when I realized my arm was under Diana's pillow. I breathed out a sigh, and a flicker of lightning ushered in another blast of thunder.
It was Diana who stirred awake this time. After noticing my arm underneath her she breathed in and then cuddled closer to me in the dark. "Summer storms," she muttered in a half-asleep drawl.
"No kidding," I replied. "Sounds fierce out there." I rubbed her shoulder gently over the bedsheet.
"Buckets," she assented. "We're still at the ocean, aren't we?"
"Hell yes. And I'm still livin' the dream." I blinked, then jolted in the bed. "Oh
fuck...!"
Quickly, I slid my arm out from under her pillow.
"What's wrong?" she inquired, the sleep almost completely gone from her voice.
"Bike...!"
I slid myself out of the bed like a '70s cop over the hood of a Chevelle. There was the patio door, the dim, electric blue of the outdoor lights outlining the Venetian blinds. My bike was somewhere beyond, resting on the deck. Where were my clothes when I needed them? Damnit!
Again!
No towels nearby. I somehow had it in my head that during every second The Machine was out there in the rain, rust was creeping in to deliver it to an early grave. Clenching my fists, gritting my teeth, I resolved to rescue my favourite bicycle that had faithfully served me for so many miles.
I swept the blinds to one side, and they clattered their response. the electric blue light from outside wavered as rainfall coursed against the glass. The staccato of the raindrops was an impressive 160 beats per minute. Through the mirage-like waves of water, I saw The Machine, parked against the far railing of the deck.I was convinced the rain was invading every nook and cranny, displacing all chain oil and inserting hideous chunks of rust in its place. I was convinced. I bit my lower lip and rested my palms against the glass of the sliding door.
That's it,
