The hot sun was beating through his windows onto his bed. He awakened suddenly to an array of different scents permeating the room. He rolled over and curled up in a fetal position. He could tell that she had been there. In an attempt to distinguish whether this was a dream or not he rolled, rubbed his eyes, scratched his nuts, (because that is what we men do) and stretched out like a big cat in the jungle. He took a deep breath and he could smell the floral spiciness of her long blonde hair. He bunched up his pillow and pulled up the covers and her aroma permeated his nostrils. The smell of sex in the bedcovers, was a pleasant reminder of the previous nights lovemaking that had lasted until the wee hours of the morning. He smiled.
But as if his brain were playing tricks on him. Other scents began dancing around his nose. Could that be coffee he thought? Was there something cooking? No, something baking? Wait, it was sweet. Bread? He concentrated really hard and came to the conclusion that it was cinnamon and sugar. All of a sudden in his minds eye he could see white icing oozing over hot sticky buns. He asked himself, where is this coming from?
He reached over and grabbed a half-smoked Marlboro that was dangling on the edge of the ashtray while taking the last swig out of a warm bottle of Pellegrino that was also on the floor, leftover from last night. As he lifted his head he saw his favorite coffee cup on the nightstand, steam rising from it. He tried to convince himself that this was too good to be true. Now more than ever he believed this was all a dream. He reached over and stuck his finger in the cup and it was full and hot. Ouch! He brought the cup to his lips and took a sip from it. Hmmm, light and sweet. He knew now that he was not sleeping. As he put his cigarette out, he thought he heard water running, the sound of which triggered that morning urge to pee. He headed downstairs to the bathroom. Suddenly the sound was gone.
As he entered the bathroom, he could tell that someone had been showering. The vanity mirror and tiles were fogged up with condensation, and the air was thick and warm and moist. He stood in front of the toilet, concentrating, waiting to relieve himself. He sensed her presence. He felt something flutter along his inner forearm. It was one of her long blonde hairs caught in the Figaro bracelet that he wore on his right wrist. Like an instant video playback, a scene from the previous night started playing in his head.
It was a time for remembrances. He remembered her on her knees on the floor giving him head while he sat in his favorite chair in his den. He remembered how good it was. He remembered having his hands up and under her long flowing hair. He remembered her little noises that she made while giving him a truly memorable blow job. And how she made it a point to give special treatment to those spots that drove him wild, and how she treated his cock like it was the last meal of a death row inmate.
He wondered, where did this woman come from that could thoroughly figure out this terribly complex man? How does she give him so much pleasure? She seemed to be completely enslaved by him, but without relinquishing control, or losing her identity in the process. He remembered grabbing her hair, and pulling strongly, yet so gently as he exploded in her mouth. She groaned in pleasure, derived from seeing her lover in ecstasy, and tasting his love in her mouth. But she did not stop there, she continued until she brought him down like a skilled pilot landing a plane.
No pun intended, but back to the matter at hand. He pulled the strand of hair off of his bracelet and held it for a moment before dropping it into the wastebasket. Just as he started to pee, he was suddenly startled. She was there. She wrapped one of her legs around his thick muscular legs. He could feel her hard pointy nipples poking him in the back, and the pinchy curliness of the pubes on his left ass cheek, He could fell the cool dampness of her freshly showered skin. She then reached around and took his cock into her hand and held it for him while he peed. "It doesn't get much better than this" he thought to himself. All the while she was kissing his upper back, and caressing his chest with her free hand, She had wrapped her self around him like some sensual python, and he was succumbing to her, but then it happened.
