With my eyes closed and my head rolling side to side, I just maintain a gentle rhythm, slowly lifting myself off his wonderful penis then slowly lowering myself back but pressing down hard so he goes in deep every time – slowly up – slowly down. His hips and hands will tell me when it becomes time to increase the pace and the intensity but until then, I’m just absorbing every exquisite feeling I can from his male intrusion surging within me. When his hips at first begin just moving a little in time with my movements, I lean forward a little more and increase my pace a little. He can now contribute and his pelvic thrusts become stronger, timing his up-thrust with my downwards one until our skin is slapping together like solo applause. My gaze is locked onto his eyes, watching his face, trying to read every tiny nuance of expression so I know best how to please this wonderful man. My breasts he really enjoys, from holding and cupping them, as if guessing the weight, then squeezing and pulling, tweaking a nipple now and then, to make sure I am paying attention I suppose, and smile at that thought. My absolute focus and concentration are right here and right now, doing my absolute best to thank the man who gave me the freedom to be me.
Lachlan’s grip on my waist begins to tighten and as his eyes close, I know he’s getting close to his peak. “Let it go my wonderful man,” I mouthe in his ear. “Give me all you have and make me even more thankful.”
“Oh Dayna,” and his climax erupts within me, so I sit up and ride his storm with equal force until the calm afterglow of lingering smiles, deep breathing and sweaty brows returns.
I can feel his sperm draining from me and there will be a dreadful wet-spot underneath him when we move but I lower myself down to his side and drape an arm over his wonderful chest, he’s asleep in a minute. Knowing this charming and wonderful man as I now know him, I quite sure that this will not be the first occurrence of sex-soiled linen the cleaners have encountered nor do I expect it will be the last. There is a certain attraction Lachlan has that makes him quite irresistible to my fellow members of the female sex. He’s a genuinely honest man, perceptive, sensitive and I like to think my intelligent company was a good part of the reason for his enjoyment. I think he has been hurt badly at some time in the past because although he tries hard to conceal it, I see faint glimpses of pain in his eyes in the aftermath of our most intense moments together. He’s a self-made man and has done very well for himself and enjoys the trappings of his success and I suspect achieving this success became his sole goal in life. If he is even half as inspirational to anyone else such as he has been for me, then he has every right to this life-style and to continue doing so for as long as he wishes.
Once his slow deep breathing tells me his sleep is sound, I ease my arm off his chest, he stirs a little but doesn’t wake so I edge slowly out from under the covers and head for the bathroom. There are two showers, one looks big enough to be a carwash and the other, a smaller glass cubicle with a hand-held shower-head. After poking about in a few cupboards, I find a half-full bottle of a shampoo brand I have used in the past and some thick washcloths. The towels turn out to be in the tall cupboard at the opposite end of the room and guests are obviously supposed to grab one on the way in to the bathroom. After a thorough douching, my hair washed and scrubbed clean with some no-name brand body wash that smelt faintly of strawberries, I rinsed off, turned the water off and started drying myself. I decided to be greedy and grabbed an extra towel to wrap my hair in as the bulk of the water soaked away. I checked on Lachlan on the way to the kitchen and after some browsing, found some bacon rashers and five eggs in the refrigerator. The coffee machine was easy to work once I figured out where to put the coffee in and that had begun heating up.
A skillet hanging from a hook over the island bench will suffice and I hope it’s a usable frypan rather than decorative ornament. How does he find anything in all these cupboards, I find myself wondering a couple of time. I just found the salt while looking for plates so that will come in handy if I ever find the plates; I’ll remember where it is. The sun is up by now and the reactive glass this house has is taking the glare and all but the light and a little heat out and as soon as I turn the grill on, I can hear the soft hum of an exhaust fan starting. After making sure I have the utensils I need and I’m not about to set a fire alarm off, I start cracking eggs into the pan the bacon rashers all the while being extra careful to not get the towel I’m wrapped in splattered with cooking fat.
“Dayna,” a groggy voice intrudes and I turn to he’s now wearing his pyjama pants again but is bleary-eyed and scratching his head.
“Good morning you wonderful man: How do you like your eggs?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m actually about to launch the Queen Mary IV; would you like a glass of champagne?” I quip with a smile. “I’m cooking breakfast. Is that a problem?”
He staggers over and wraps his arms around me. “No, it’s not a problem. I’m just used to doing it.”
“You’ve done quite enough this weekend. Go find a nice seat somewhere and I’ll bring you breakfast; let me spoil you for a while. Don’t look at me like that, I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Lachlan wanders off shaking his head while I start filling plates, gathering condiments, cutlery and two cups of coffee on a silver serving-tray and set off to find him. He’s on a smaller balcony at a glass-topped outdoor setting that both faces and ends at the edge of the pool.
“Breakfast is served,” I laugh as I glide up to the table; kiss him on the cheek and start dispensing the meal before walking around and taking a seat opposite him. “Did I forget anything? I’ll go get it if so.”
“How on earth do you do it,” he asks, lifting a coffee to his lips and tentatively testing temperature and taste.
“Nuclear-powered sex drive,” I mention in a rather off-handed manner and he sprays coffee everywhere and starts gasping and coughing.
By the time I’m back with a cloth to clean up his mess, he’s stopped coughing and spluttering and started laughing so that’s a good sign. “You’re full of surprises, Dayna, and that’s no lie. I’ve never met anyone so, free I guess seems the best word. You just say what you think.”
“But I don’t do that, Lachlan. I’m doing it now because you are the man I chose to do these things for and to share my soul with. Tomorrow, I’ll be the complete and confident woman. I’ll be my normal Doctor Dayna Milton, department manager, back at work and all business once more but I will treasure our time together for as long as my memory lasts. I don’t need you to understand why I am grateful. I need you to accept the fact that I am and I chose to do what I did with you because I wanted to. I’m a woman so is it pride or vanity that hopes you’ll remember me too.”
Enjoy
Ls x
