Henry got out of bed and left Sandra sleeping and went to the kitchen to get drinks.
She lay serenely in the afterglow, the sweat of
earlier passions spent had evaporated and was no more and her tousled blond
hair framed a peaceful face with the red glow that had previously graced her
cheeks no longer visible.
Her eyes were resting, her mouth open slightly and her full lips still moist,
and on her pale smooth skin no hint remained of what had passed.
The contortions of orgasm which were earlier etched into her innocent face
lingered no more, but he thought they would soon be present again.
She lay beneath a silken sheet stretched more tightly across her breasts
showing them in sharp relief.
The cool evening air from the open window aroused her nipples which then stood
proud through the taught silk and she murmured in her sleep and squirmed in
unison as her arousal continued elsewhere.
If Henry did not return to the bed her satisfaction would have to be in her own
hands but luckily Henry did return as he was himself aroused.
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