Through the gap of the closed curtains, the morning sun shyly made its way through its rays. The rays, sliding along the windowsill, jumped onto the back of an old chair that stood nearby. Small particles of dust played merrily in this soft and warm stream of morning light. The room seemed to be filled with haze. She was like that imperceptible veil that is inherent in the atmosphere of ancient castles and palaces. Everything seemed to be steeped in antiquity and history. And a chest of drawers, and a huge table on massive legs, and a carpet, and, of course, a "royal" bed, next to which, bowing their heads, stood two bronze floor lamps. Your aristocratically white skin was soft and smooth, like a satin veil that barely covered her thigh and knee. The lines of the body continued the curves of the atlas. Perhaps no artist can recreate such a combination of lines and shapes.
Today is a hot day...
You woke up in your room, lying completely naked on your bed covered with a silk coverlet. The same delicate silk blanket only in some places covered your tender, seemingly virgin body. The mischievous sun tickled your calves with its playful rays. It was their warm touch, like the touch of my tender lips, that brought a smile of pleasure to your face. You rolled onto your back, exposing your chest to the sun. Closing your eyes, you stretched sweetly. The rays touched your chest, and it was as if my gentle fingers were playing with your nipples.
You got out of bed, and without throwing on a peignoir, went to the window and pushed back the curtains with one movement. The warm morning air hit your face. You took a deep breath of the salty smell of the ocean. Now the sun gently embraced your whole body with its rays. Their barely perceptible touch reminded you of my breath, which you felt when I kissed every inch of your body...
You took a warm shower, and, throwing on a light robe, barely covering the neatly shaved mound of Venus, went into the kitchen. After drinking your morning glass of your favorite orange juice, you took a magazine from the table and went out onto the terrace. There was a small wicker coffee table under a large parasol. Next to the table stood a wicker trestle bed with a high raised back and the same wicker armrests:
"The morning sun is too cruel," you thought, and throwing off your dressing gown, which slowly fell to the floor at your feet, lay down on the trestle bed, covered with a blanket of shadow. A pleasant warm breeze was replaced by cool gusts of ocean breeze. At that moment, your skin was covered with small pimples and a slight exciting shiver ran all over your body. A sudden stream of wind ruffled your combed back bangs, and a strand of hair lay on your forehead. You slowly raised your hand and pushed your hair back from your forehead, tucking it behind your ear. Without realizing it yourself, you touched with your fingers one of the most erogenous revenge of the female body - the ear. The hand slowly slid down the swan's neck, barely touching the collarbone with the tips of the fingers. You felt on your chest warm streams emanating from your palm. Slightly aroused nipple, feeling the touch of the velvet of your skin, began to strain more and more, becoming a hard highlight.
The skin around the nipple began to smooth out under the pressure of the breast heaving with excitement. A moment later, the nipple was between the index and middle fingers of the right hand. Your fragile, tender fingers slightly squeezed him between their phalanges. A pleasant light tingling was felt in your sensual chest, it made you close your eyes and feel a slight languor. Without releasing the nipple between your fingers, you began to gently squeeze the excited breasts with your small palm. Thin girlish fingers greedily dug into the girlish chest, which, yielding to pressure, accepted them. Breathing began to quicken with every second. Holding your nipple between your fingertips, you began to twist them, trying to arouse them even more. Your airy, sensual chest did not keep you waiting, and a new wave of bliss covered you with your head...