Playtime

Sophie awoke early the next morning, feeling refreshed for the first time since the long flight. She now faced him, their bodies still entwined as she clung to his, almost baby like, her arms around his back and her knees pulled up to grip him tight around the waist. He still slept peacefully and she observed him. Still handsome in his advancing years, a strong jaw, stubble formed overnight that rasped on her soft cheek; she liked that.

She moved a hand to his chest to stroke the greying hair that matted there and smiled as she played, enjoying the sensation. She looked down his body, between their bodies to where her legs parted as they held on to him. His cock rested, flaccid, on his thigh but, in this position, was close to her vulva. If only he were awake. If only he knew. She moved her hand down to toy with him, feeling his cock harden, growing thick in her small hand. She smiled enjoying this brief feeling of power over him. She played some more, rubbing her hand slowly up and down as he slept, until his penis stood fat and proud , the tip very close to her parted lips now. She shifted to adjust her position and considered her options. It would be so easy right now just to slip that tip inside, to ride him as he slept, his pole deep inside her.

She held his rigid cock tight as she looked in his face again and sighed. She so wanted to, but that was not their relationship. Still, she slid slowly down his body and took the tip of his cock in her mouth to give it a loving, warm, wet kiss. ‘Mmm’, she moaned at the taste of his salty thick cock in her mouth, but, feeling him stir in his sleep, she moved back up his body to cuddle him again, his rigid member trapped between them.