An early start.

I wake up on my back. That same window that carried the sounds of Piya taking my cock for the first time all the way down to her friends at the pool is now blasting early day sunlight right into my eyes.

As I groan and struggle myself awake, I look over and see Piya coiled up next to me, sound asleep. Her head resting on my pec, shakes a little, dragging her long silky smooth black hair over my skin. Her breathing moving the covers we’ve pulled over ourselves when our marathon lovemaking session finally settled down. Her arm is draped around me, using my naked body as a full-sized pillow. I lean in and kiss her forehead as I gently lift her arm up to slide out from our post coital cuddle.

I have a suspicion that nothing in the world could wake this gorgeous Thai woman in the bed next to me, but I don’t want to chance it, so I move out of the bed as quietly and softly as possible. I still can’t help but hold up the comforter on her bed, stealing a peek at her gorgeous naked body as she sprawls out inside her massive bed, moving into the space my absence just opened up. I bite my lower lip as I gently lay the blanket back down, grab my boxers and head to her hallway to put them back on.

Her live-in boyfriend gone, her shagged into a virtual coma and no party guests, I have her whole house to myself. Walking through her kitchen in my underwear I check to see what she has in her fridge breakfast wise. Seeing a bunch of fresh fruit and some eggs I make up my mind to make her breakfast. She is going to wake up wanting something. As long as I’ve known Piya shes always wanted something but I figure I’ll let her sleep a little longer before getting started. Choosing instead to grab a bottle of water from her fridge, I lost so many fluids with her last night, and commence to take the tour of her house I didn’t really get yesterday.

My bare feet landing on the hardwood floors as I drink from the bottle, little droplets splashing down my abs as I see a wall of pictures.

So many with “Piyasguy,” which makes sense. Holding each other at various locations around the world. Her kissing his cheek as he takes a selfie. But what surprises me is how many pictures are with a familiar face, Yui. I knew they were friends but I didn’t know they were this close.

One picture in particular catches my eye. The two of them, dressed in matching traditional dresses, large swifts of fabric draped off their shoulders. Yui has a camera around her neck, holding the lens with one hand and the other is wrapped tightly around Piya’s shoulders, they’re smiling so brightly, hair and make-up done in a much more conservative way than I have ever seen them. The dresses are a truly appalling green colour and it’s obvious they were bridesmaids in the same wedding party.

I can’t help but wonder what Yui is up to, any more than I can’t help but think about how both of these gorgeous women, so proper and conservative in this photo, have cum from my tongue.

Walking away from the wall of photos I work my way back through Piya’s empty house until I return to her room. I snoop through her bathroom cabinets, relieved to see she has more of those condoms and seeing a big bottle of what I now recognize as the Thai boner medication. Chuckling to myself as I hold the bottle in my hand I still can’t imagine the world where these are needed with someone like Piya. If anything, I would imagine I would need the opposite with her in my life. Freezing cold showers every half hour if I ever want to get anything done!

From her bathroom I move into her closet. Filled with dozens of fancy and expensive looking dresses, racks of shoes, a couple dry cleaning bags with what looks like costumes and in the back a large array of lingerie. Lace and satin in all sorts of colours, corsets and elaborate webbing that I would love to see her wear, would love to rip off her naked body. Rubbing the fabric between my fingers of a pair of particularly skimpy panties I notice my boxer briefs getting a little tighter. Then I notice a large pile of men’s clothing, shoved into a box in the corner, not placed with anywhere near the same care, thrown into a box as if to get rid of them. Is her boyfriend going to be gone longer than a week?

I don’t have much time to think about it as I hear Piya rustling in the bed behind me. I quickly exit their closet and re-enter her bedroom proper just in time to watch her wake up.

Stretching inside her bed, opening like a flower with her arms shooting up towards the headboard as she moans and purrs herself awake. Her back arching and lifting off the mattress. Her all white comforter falling off her body exposing her perky little breasts, her tan skin against the white fabric looks like some form of heaven, her darker nipples erect as she rolls her body forward. Wiping her hair down and away from her face.

“God, I haven’t slept that well in a loo-ong time,” Piya says as she looks at me. “I have you to thank,” she coos while continuing to stretch, showcasing her lean body, abs stretching, ribs exposed. She rolls around to the edge of the bed giving me a look that is so sultry it makes my spine shiver, making me feel increasingly self-aware of how little clothing I’m wearing and she is stark naked. Piya is that kind of powerful.