A Morning After Stroll

Mark stood in the hotel foyer willing Louise to appear. The time was 7.05am. He had checked the outside temperature and finding it surprisingly balmy, given that the sun was barely over the trees on the other side of the river, he had relayed that fact to Louise, the lady he had just spent a wildly sensuous night with. Since 8.30pm on the previous evening, this last twenty minutes had been the longest time they had been apart. How crazy was that?The lift doors opened and there was a thump in his chest as she stepped out. Her smile heated him yet again, as his eyes took in the yellow summer dress she had changed into and his eager eyes recorded the fact that there was no bra under that dress. Those delicious nipples pressed against the fabric, seeking even more freedom. God, she was as delectable as ever.Louise had returned to her own room to get out of the cocktail dress she had worn last night. Something more appropriate was called for when Mark had suggested they take a pre-breakfast stroll along the riverbank. That had seemed wonderfully romantic. The events of the night gone by still fuzzed her unbelieving mind, as she stepped out of the cocktail dress, and freshened herself up. Standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror she had wondered how she might dress for this, their first stroll alone together.When Mark had called on her cell-phone to tell her how delightfully warm it was, she had no hesitation. No underclothing, she merely shrugged into her yellow cotton summer dress, buttoned it up, and, with the remnants of the evening?s lascivious mood hanging over her, she left the top button unfastened. Collecting her small shoulder bag, she hurried out, hoping she hadn?t been too long.Mark?s lovely smile as she hurried across the foyer towards him told her that there were no hard feelings. He looked so lithe in open-necked blue shirt and light blue pants, her breath quickened immediately.?You look gorgeous,? he told her, as he held open the main doors for her.?You don?t look so bad yourself, considering the hard night you?ve had.?Mark was delighted at the easy suggestiveness of her response. Out on the patio, their arms were immediately around each other?s waist, as though, after all that had gone before, they could not bear not touching. Thankfully none of the rest of the course members were around.?Bet they haven?t been awake kocaeli escort all night,? Mark laughed.Giving him a squeeze, Louise giggled, ?They didn?t have the same incentive.?Strolling cosily through the vividness of red roses, multi-coloured petunias and bright yellow gazanias in the hotel grounds, to where the gate led to the riverside, they remained tightly clinging together.Mark mused, ?Looking back. I still find you so hard to believe.??Just me???Us,? Mark quickly corrected.?Only forty-eight hours ago.??What???We hadn?t met.?Mark sighed, reaching to stroke down the front of her dress, sure she was naked underneath. Her breasts, that had captured his attention all night, felt as warm and as vibrant as ever, with those hard nipples that, even now hardened and rose to his touch. ?I could write a story about last night.?Louise giggled again, ?You write erotica???No, but I?d have to, even if I made it a love story.?As they passed through the wooden gate and moved onto the path along the river bank, Louise stopped and turned into him, ?You made it into a love story at about four thirty this morning. Any regrets??Mark gave her a teasing grin, as he looked down into her gorgeous blue eyes, ?Did I???You said loud and clear that you loved me ? or should I say, ?you grunted????And you didn?t respond.?Another giggle, ?Because I had my mouth full, remember??It was, indeed, very firmly planted in Mark?s memory, ?You woke me up.?They had started walking again, still clutching each other, and Louise, adoring the memory of that moment, told him, ?I don?t know what you were dreaming but that knob of yours was somehow finding the strength to look very tempting.?Her eyes shone above the sensual grin that Mark had become very used to in a short space of time. ?Honestly, Louise, have you ever had a night like we?ve just had???God, no? Oh, look at that.?A rich blue kingfisher had swooped onto a tree branch across the river.?Isn?t that beautiful?? Louise gasped, clutching his waist tightly.?It is,? Mark replied, returning the squeeze, ?But I only have eyes for you.?Louise sighed, the romance of the situation overcoming her, feeding her, warming her, and oh, God, moistening her yet again. ?It?s like some kind of magic has overtaken us.??Must have been a very friendly wizard.?They were passing under the drooping green branches of a willow kocaeli escort bayan that dipped its twigs onto the river surface, seeming to draw attention to the silvered fish darting below.Louise?s eyes turned misty as she looked up at him. ?Yesterday, after lunch, when we walked this way with some of the course members, it was simply pleasant. But this morning we?re ? oh, Mark, last night ? wasn?t it meant to be just a one-off relieving fuck??Mark had, at first been shocked, then delighted by her casual use of crude language. ?But, wasn?t it in the air before that, Louise? What I said at four thirty this morning, and again since then, has not diminished.?Louise nodded, ?You?ve been so sweet.??Is that how I tasted??She laughed as Mark was asking himself, not for the first time, where it had started. He had a pretty good idea. That first morning, he had noticed her arrival as she climbed out of the taxi. Simply, a brief recognition of what looked like a well set-up young lady.Eye contact across the lecture room occasionally had followed. More direct, yesterday morning, and later in the dining hall, where eye contact was accompanied by slight smiles.By that time, he had begun to think that she was rather lovely. By the previous morning, her slender, shapely body beneath that stunning face, and his thoughts moved on to ?highly desirable?.Louise?s thoughts plagued her even now on this lovely stroll. After the disaster of Vic, even though her libido had kept nudging her, men had been very low on her list of priorities. When Mark had told her, during their hot prolonged session on his bed, of his growing attraction to her, she had tried to make a joke of it, telling him, that it was just the intimacy of the moment. ?You just think I?m a good fuck. An easy lay, which I?m not, by the way.?It had seemed like a safe admission. In a matter of hours, she had found herself absorbed by Mark?s presence. During the morning literary lecture, she had found herself having to avoid glancing at his handsome face as he sat on the opposite side of the semi-circle they were seated in.As they walked now, Mark could tell something was troubling Louise. Her face looked drawn as she flicked at some nearby bulrushes in a backwater they were passing before going on, ?I told you about Vic??Mark broke in there, ?Enough, Louise, no more izmit escort looking back. We agreed.?Louise nodded. The possibility of this first relationship since the trauma of Vic had been playing on her mind. It had all seemed too good to be true, but since the afternoon of the previous day, after lectures, when they had been alone together, she had been sure this storm of emotion was approaching. They had sat, very conventionally, sipping coffee on the patio, sharing small talk with other course members.One by one, their companions left the table, until Mark and Louise were sitting facing each other. Louise had told him that she was in publishing, and she had been particularly interested when he told her that, despite being in copywriting, main hope was to become a more serious writer.They talked about the literary course, books they?d read and films they liked. Then Louise shook herself, as they sat there nice and easy, by openly revealing the bitter relationship she?d had with her ex-husband. The rough crudities he had tried to inflict on her. How she wouldn?t do anal, and he called her a frigid bitch.Louise?s eye had moistened as she told Mark, ?The last straw came when he said his unmarried friend fancied me and I should let him fuck me.?That was when she walked out on him and sued for divorce. For Louise, telling Mark about that terrible time worried her. Why had she suddenly burst out with that kind of intimate information to someone who was a virtual stranger? The expression on Mark?s face added to her discomfort.Her voice quaking a little, she told him, ?Oh, I?m sorry. I don?t know why? I?ve never told anyone that before.? But deep, inside as she looked into Mark?s concerned face, she had a certainty about why she had opened out in that way.Mark told her he appreciated her frankness, and after her grim story, he felt his meagre love-life was easily recounted. So he told of his three-year relationship with flirty Diane, whom he had long suspected, dropped her panties for any amorous bidder. He had only been slightly hurt when she had told him she was leaving, because he wasn?t ?frisky enough?.Now, walking the riverbank on this brightening warm morning Mark smiled grimly as he wished he had a video of last night?s activities. That would show Diane how frisky he really was, in the right company. And there was the key to the night they had shared. For him, Louise was undoubtedly the right company.Louise looked up into his face, ?Why are you smiling??Mark leaned closer to plant a kiss on her cheek, as he chuckled, ?Actually I was worrying whether I was frisky enough last night.?