Wai Guo Ren // new

A Story by David

A continuing love story

Their night was magic, fanciful, enticing, exciting very erotic and exotic. They rolled and coiled , their breath could hardly be contained as they tasted all the fruit to be had by one another. Bearded cheek to softened thigh, soon to seek nurture. Exotic lips to rehearse a play to come for decades. Balance of love ever so fine but in this case ever so defined. She found him with her mouth and was overjoyed to please. Again they kissed with passion and heat and held each other into a deep sleep.

Morning found them exhausted from passion as well as the late hour . She awoke to shower while he was in deep slumber memory of her. She let the warm water run over her, drenching her long dark locks as she applied a wonderfully scented rosemary mint shampoo. This was to be one of the memory scents he would carry for life. Donning a short white dressing gown, she went to slowly and quietly to kiss him to the day.

She kissed his forehead, his cheek. Again his neck and ears finally his lips as he started to stir. She was intoxicating. A Princess. He stretched and welcomed her with a huge smile. She was coy as she ran a finger down his torso and beckoned him to the kitchenette. He grasped for her but she gave him the slip. He was obliged to follow her.

As he came to the room she motioned him to the sink. She took the towel from her hair and placed it on the counter in front of the sink so that he would not be cold. She bent him over and started to rinse his hair ever so slowly and thoroughly . Applying shampoo she massaged it into his hair, so sensually and erotically. The shampoo whipping into a great lather. Removing the lather was no less a sexual experience. He was just on hold. So drained . She dried his hair with a massive towel and sat him down. She stood behind him and shook the can. Applying the shave cream was a spiritual experience for him. She smoothed and rubbed, finally taking a fine razor to this beard. She was so careful and stroked his face with such care, her breasts brushing the back of his head . She took great time with this. He did not care of time. He could be here with her forever. Her mind was not on shaving but way beyond. Each stroke of the razor was that sensual experience. The way beyond for him and the makings of loving memories.

Having finished the shaving she swung around and landed in his lap, the two full of smiles . He leaned in and kissed her and smeared the leftover shave cream on her face and they laughed.

As they got up from the chair she swatted him on the bum and shooed him off to get dressed so they could plan their day. He went and washed and returned to the bedroom where he selected his clothes for the day. Sitting on the bed so he could put on his socks, he could not resist picking up her pillow and holding it to his face.

She had made herself quite busy preparing a wonderful breakfast for them. Even this kitchen was set for romance. He had made sure of this. She found the eggs and croissants and put together her version of Eggs Benedict, some strawberries were found at the back of the fridge. She brewed up the dark roast coffee at hand and put out glasses for the champagne he apparently had ordered from room service the night before.

He came from the bedroom and could not help smiling as he watched her at her tasks. He came behind her and wrapped his arms around her and kissed the back of her head. She squirmed around , grabbing for the champagne and handed it to him telling him to be useful. They sat, ate , drank their champagne and laughed, their first morning of the rest of their lives.