Mark woke early, struggling for a few moments to register where he was. The clock said 5.45 and the room was dark, except for the pale green light as the clock face glowed. He took a few moments to let his eyes get used to the dark and smiled as the shape that lay next to him came into focus.
It had taken a long journey to get to this point – months of conversations, online at first, then e-mail after e-mail and eventually the phone calls. The time zone difference had been a killer, one never being in the same place and time as the other, snatching conversations whilst one or other was at work or in the rare moments when they'd both been home at the same time. Despite the difficulties, the connection had been obvious from day one, the spark between them intense, the discussions moving quickly on to likes and dislikes, to sexual preferences, to the fantasies that they shared. They knew that the ocean between them, the age difference and a myriad other things made anything permanent unlikely, but the passion and desire between them was beyond strong, leading to many masturbation fuelled fantasies of the other.
It hadn't taken Mark long to realise that he had to meet this woman, touch her, kiss her. He knew that they deserved the pleasure they both desperately wanted to give to the other, even if it was just once. He knew that he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about her till he'd put a touch, a taste, a smell to the words and images they'd exchanged. It took courage to book the flight – after all, there's a safety behind a computer screen or a telephone. The distance limits the hurt that rejection or, worse, stronger feelings can cause. He did it though – found the flights, booked a hotel and invited her to meet him for dinner.
He smiled as he remembered that dinner, just last night. The plane had landed just a few short hours previously, but neither of them could wait any longer, regardless of the effects the jet lag would have. It couldn't have gone any better, from the smile on her face as she walked into the hotel bar and saw him at the bar, to the electric charge between them as they hugged slightly nervously. She had looked amazing in her black cocktail dress and heels, hugging her gorgeous curves. Mark couldn't take his eyes off her as they sat at the bar, nor as they ate dinner in a secluded corner, laughing, gently teasing each other with flirtatious comments, hands touching increasingly often as the level in the wine bottle slowly went lower and lower. The Shiraz they drank relaxed them both, taking the conversation from nervous and ever so slightly stilted to their standard relaxed banter, fuelled by desire for each other.
Once the pair had eaten, there was nothing more natural than to walk hand in hand to the lift lobby, going upstairs to his hotel room, to finally get to turn all of their words into actions, exploring each other, connecting in the most intimate and carnal way possible.
Now, the morning after, Mark smiled as he looked at Linda's sleeping form, remembering the sensations of the previous evening. He'd known she was beautiful from the photos they'd shared, but nothing had prepared him for the beauty he saw as they undressed each other. The way she carried herself, the desire that was obviously inside her made her the sexiest woman he could remember. The sex had been intense, driven by passion and a fulfilment of several months' worth of teasing and imagining. They'd both orgasmed quickly, exploding with pleasure whilst joined together. Much as they would both have liked to carry on, the strains of the nerves that both had felt all day, plus the jetlag from his flight meant that they quickly fell asleep, curled up together.
It was that jetlag that had woken Mark so early and he lay there gazing at the sleeping woman beside him, smiling. He didn't feel awkward about the night before - just certain that coming to see her had been the right thing to do. She was laying face down, her gorgeous blonde hair splayed across the pillow and down to her shoulders, poking out from the sheets. He knew that she never normally slept naked, but there had been no incentive to leave the embrace they shared last night to find clothes, so he knew that her beautiful body was completely bare under the covers.
As he watched her sleep, a thought crossed his mind, making the smile broaden. They'd spoken many times about how they both preferred morning sex and he decided that he should show her just how he thought a woman should be woken.
Mark lifted himself to his knees, taking care to move slowly so as not to disturb her, not yet anyway. He bent over and kissed her head gently and then moved the covers slowly down, uncovering her back. He started to gently run his hands over her skin, not massaging as such, just touching, rubbing gently, up and down, covering every inch of her back, sliding his hands down her sides as well. He could feel her start to stir as he caressed her, enjoying the feel of her silky soft skin under his palms. He leaned over again, gently brushing her hair from her neck, kissing that sweet spot at the nape, before resuming the caress. Her breathing changed as he moved, suggesting that she might have woken.
"Good morning beautiful"
She murmured a response, not really words, just that post-sleep, not quite awake moment when feelings are expressed with noises.
"Don't move darling", he said, "just lay there and enjoy..."
