“She was wearing something pink, and I remember that I was wearing a tweed sport coat. We walked into the house, and headed for the bedroom. It was at the top of a small staircase; It was a loft and and overlooked the living room. The bed was to the right. It was huge and covered with cool, white cotton sheets, and smothered with overstuffed pillows…”
“We lay down on the bed and intertwined like pasta. I kissed her. She groaned. I slipped out of bed, and put on my coat, and walked down the stairs and out the door.”
When I returned, I found myself on the ceiling, looking down on the bed. She was nude and surrounded by the was white sheets and pillows. Her hair was blonde. Her skin was slightly tan. She is beauty in that rumpled sea of covers, pillows and blankets.
In the next moment, I am next to her and naked. I put my lips upon hers to waken her slowly, then passionately kiss her mouth, ears and throat. I shift my body so that my lips trail down her chest, and I caress each breast and nipple with my tongue. My hands are on her thighs. My mouth feels the slight peach fuzz below her navel and I follow it. Down.”