Daylight comes creeping in through the curtains. I’m still holding Nancy in the same position as fell into last night. We’ve had passionate sex before, but nothing as animalistic. I can still see the expression of pure lust on her face as I drove myself into her. “Where the hell did that come from,” I thought, ”and would it change the way she felt about me?”

I was beginning to feel more for her than just some woman I had sex with. I wanted more from her than just a weekend of pleasure. Tonight I’d be sleeping in the hotel, because on Monday real life started again. “Would she be there to? Not just the night, but in real life.”

I stop my train of thought by opening my eyes and looking at Nancy, sleeping peacefully in my arms. Her face shows no signs of the lustful abandon it had hours before. Her breathing is slow and steady, which I can not only see but feel, as she is closely wrapped up into me. During the night she had pulled her knees up toward her stomach. I followed with mine, cocooning her.

If it hadn’t been for a bladder emergency, I would stay like this until she awoke. As it was, I move away from her and slowly maneuver my arm out from under her neck. She hardly stirs. I get out of bed and making as little noise as possible open her bedroom door and close it behind me.

In the bathroom I do my business, wash my hands and snoop around a bit. I open the cupboard and find a few bottles of her massage oil. All of them for different purposes, from arousing to relaxing. The label on one of the bottles reads, “The morning after.”

I take it with me and go back to bed. On arrival I find Nancy is waking up, her body turns towards me. No words are spoken. She extends her hand to me. I take it and leave the bottle on the floor. When I lay down next to her she crawls close and I wrap my arms around her. We lay like this for a minute when I break the embrace. A small moan of protest from her is shushed away be me. I lay her on her stomach and retrieve to bottle from, open it, and apply some to my hands.

Starting at her neck I begin first by gently touching and then exerting some pressure. I can see Nancy’s face, her eyes are still closed, but there’s a smile. I continue my massage downward. I slowly rub her bottom and when I reach lower, she helpfully opens her legs a little, so I can rub down her inner thighs. When I’m at her heels, I apply a little more oil and give her neck and upper back some extra attention.

When I’m done, I kiss her cheek. So opens her eyes while I’m getting off the bed. Holding her hand I pull toward me. She follows me to the edge of the bed where I lift her up. She’s a little wobbly in the knees, but we slowly make our way the shower.

I turn on the water and place her with her back to me. I take her loofah and begin to rub her down. When I reach the bottom of her legs, she turns. Using the loofah I make my way up. When I’m standing and the loofah has been past her breasts, she looks at me and smiles.

“Hi,” she says softly. She than steps forwards, put her arms around me. I do the same.

“Thank you”

“You’re most welcome,” I reply.

We stand like this and let the warm water wash over us. Her head is to the side resting against my chest. When she turns and looks up we softly kiss.

“That was a lovely way of waking me.”

We get out of the shower, dry each other off. After which I ask, “So, what do you say, have I earn my clothes back?”

“You have, I fact if it wasn’t Sunday, I would buy you a new wardrobe. But you’re not getting them, not just yet.”

I’m handed the robe again and she puts on hers. We make our way downstairs where we prepare breakfast. While sitting down at the dinner table I witness her scarfing down the first two sandwiches.

“Hey, Tasmanian devil, try chewing your food,” I say smiling at her while she’s slumped over her plate.