I was amazed to see it was after eleven; I hadn’t slept this late in years. Then again I hadn’t had a night like last night in….probably never. By far last night had been the best I’d ever had. I stretched and sighed contentedly at the sweet scent of pussy on my face. I kicked the sheet from my body and arching my back stared down at my body, smiling at the smears of pink lipstick on my nipples and stomach as well as my thighs. My body ached, but it was a good ache. It was the ache of hours of dancing and amazing sex. Despite the hour, I closed my eyes, basking in the delightfully drowsy feeling. No, not just pleasantly drowsy, but incredibly satisfied. Paula had been incredible at the spa, sexy and sensual back at my place, and a wild thing at the club, then back here again! My mind began to drift, replaying last night-and early this morning-in a serious of sensual images. The first and possibly best was showering with Paula. Under the hot steamy water, Paula had stood behind me and gently lathered me from head to toe and as I leaned against her even washed my hair.
