I guess I hadn't slept long before Sandy's movements, sitting up in bed, stretching her arms high above her head and yawning loudly, disturbed me. I half opened my eyes and turned me head, drinking in the sight of her torso silhouetted against the soft silver moonlight streaming through the window. She'd still got her arms stretched high above her head, hands loosely linked, her fingers toying with one another. The breast I could see was drawn upward, firm and tight, its perfect roundness marred only by the unmistakable sight of the hard nipple protruding from its apex. A long, contented, sigh whooshed from her lips as she turned and looked down at me.
"Hi, Max, you're awake too then. It's just gone seven — night not morning — and I'm starved. Gonna go and sort out something to eat," she paused and I could see the wheels churning. "I know, use up that salad stuff we've got left. No point in carting that to SF in the car all day tomorrow." Her voice dropped, became softer, a mixture of gentle pleading and sexiness as she leant over and kissed my hair. "Afterwards, can we," she stopped to correct herself, "Will you drive me down to the Valley please? I want to see it one last time and see it in the moonlight."
By now, I was wide awake and, as always, things were happening to Maxy as she had christened him. I couldn't help it — the sight of her torso, an almost black outline against the cold, steely, rays pouring through the window from where I lay, and that glorious, firm, inviting breast were irresistible to me — and Maxy.
"OK," sounds good," I mumbled and reached to give her butt a shove.
"Hey, stop that!" Her anger was faked. "Pushing me out of the bed like that!"
"Well, off you go and sort out the food," I teased. "Fair's fair. You sort out the food, I drive you to the Valley."
Sandy threw back the covers and clambered out of bed. For a moment, she stood in all her naked splendour, back toward me, bathing her breasts and pussy in the pearly glow tumbling through the window. I reached out, gave her butt a sharp smack and ordered, "Off you go and organise some salad!"
She gave a half-hearted yelp and scampered off, not bothering to cover herself. "You stay there," echoed back from the hallway, "We can eat it in bed."
I lay dozing until she reappeared wielding two plates. She handed me one and crawled into bed beside me. After a few minutes, I noticed she had arranged slices of tomato, pieces of mushroom and tiny bits of lettuce on and between her breasts.
"Try this plate," she giggled. "I'm sure you'll find it tastes much better than the one you've got!"
No encouragement was needed as I lapped up the salad, kissing, licking and sucking her breasts and nipples as I did so. After I had removed the last piece, whatever thoughts I had of my mouth moving on and down to find her warm, moist, clit were soon dispelled.
"Enough." Her tone was serious — stern and disapproving. "You'll have plenty of time for that. Now, let's eat and get down to the Valley."
Salad disposed of, Sandy pulled on her jeans and a sweater, not bothering with her usual G-string or bra, slipped on her sneakers and went out into the hallway to collect her jacket. Thinking 'what the hell,' I dispensed with my underwear and dressed in similar vein.
Sandy bolted out of the front door, calling back, "Last one to the car is a sissy!"
I followed and got into the car. "Not fair," I complained. "You had a head start and didn't even call out 'Last one to the car' until you were halfway to it. I'll tan your ass for that later."
She giggled. "Promises, promises! Oooh, I'm really scared. Little Sandy's going to have her butt smacked!" Her voice changed and became very prim and proper. "Would that be with my panties on, sir, or is sir going to take them off and smack my bare ass? Will sir kiss it better after he's made it all red?"
We drove down into the Valley and Sandy asked me to stop at a point where we could see the grandeur of El Capitan and Yosemite Falls. El Capitan stood high and proud above the valley, its vast impenetrable cliffs of rock somehow comforting yet almost threatening as it loomed over the valley far below. The moonlight lit it in a patchwork quilt — patches of bright silver grey merged into a multitude of black abysses. In the distance, all that could be seen of the Falls was a thin silver streak, seemingly starting in the sky itself and striking down and down, like a bolt of lightening, to the valley floor.
