Train station affair - - Sex Stories

Train station affair -

... reflection of sunlight streams into the room, he awakens to growing brightness. Glancing over her head, still snuggled on his shoulder, he looks at the clock on the headboard the time showing 7:49am. Reflecting back upon last night, it still seemed surreal. With her warmth still pressed against him, he runs his hand down the line of her body, drinking in the scent of her. The taste of her still on his lips, and a stirring down low let's him know he wants to do it again what they had last night. But a different urgent need presses upon him. He slowly disentangles himself from her, first every so slowly pulling his arm out from under her, and when it's freed millions of pin pricks drive down his arm as the bl**d rushes back into it, doing his best trying to not wake her. The warm rays of the sun dance across her pale skin as the soft light fills the room around them. She feels the bed move around her; but she refuses to open her pale blue eyes. His arm slides out from underneath her, the warmth of his body dissipated as his rises off the bed. Rolling on her side she faces the wall. The blanket slips halfway down her body, the light color of her skin giving off a luminous glow in the morning light. Her dark waves casting a shadow over her face. Glints of red shimmer in her hair. Feeling the cool air brush across her bare breasts causes her nipples to harden slightly. Her left arm crosses over her chest as she curls in a ball. He takes the blanket that slipped off as he got out ...

... of the bed, and recovers her as she curled up with the cool air hitting her nakedness. Leaning down he kisses her cheek lightly through her hair. Turning around he leaves the room, the bright sun light streaming through the windows stinging his eyes as he crosses naked through the kitchen towards the bathroom. After he relives himself, he goes back into the kitchen, grabs the coffee pot and fills with water, pours into maker, puts filter and grounds in then presses start. He turns back to the bedroom. The glow of reflected sun light defines her body through the blanket. Getting to the bed, he lifts just the edge of blanket and slips under it, spooning himself around her. Her back to his chest he reaches around her with an arm and slides it around her just under her breasts, cupping the one against the bed in his hand. He snuggles into her just to be with her. Her body uncurls slightly as the warmth of the blanket enfolds around her. The sound of him working in the kitchen makes her smile to her self. Her horribly knotted hair still covers most of her face; using her hand she brushes most of it to the side. Turning only her head she see's him completely nude messing with the coffee pot. Curiosity hit her because he doesn't drink coffee. Shrugging she faces the wall closing her eyes tight locking out the sun. Feeling the blanket move around her, then his chest press to her back and another flood of warmth around her. She pushes back against him her body absorbing his heat and ...