The usual meaningless warning. No minors should read this, and anyway, if anal girl/girl sex upsets you, stop reading now! If anal sex is illegal in your country, then don't break the law. Always use condoms if you are sharing sex toys. Enjoy!
Chapter Ten. Pick-Ups.
Whilst chatting in #Niftygirls I have been asked if I ever get offers to go home with punters from the Clubs I dance in. Well of course I do, but as a confirmed lesbian, that cuts the field down by more than half and I may dance at three or four Clubs in a night, so it becomes awkward to arrange a meet-up that same night. I have experienced many times being stood up on an arranged meeting several days later, so now I usually turn them down. But every now and then personal chemistry comes into play, and the immediate attraction is too much to ignore.
I saw her when I was doing my first club that night. Although the gaming tables were busy, she just stood motionless to one side of the small stage and watched me, as I went through my routine. At my third and final club I had two sessions to dance. Towards the end of the first one I noticed her again, standing motionless, just watching me. It sounds strange, but you get to see these things. And in a room full of movement, no movement notices.
Offstage, in the dressing room, I got to wonder who she was. I mean I was sure it was the same woman. Why had she followed me, or was it a coincidence? I quickly threw on some clothes and, telling the bouncers I was going onto the floor, went out into the gaming hall, where I saw her almost immediately. She was playing 21, and winning as I watched. As she looked up at the croupier at the end of the hand, our eyes met over his shoulder. She smiled and said something to him then picked up her winnings and stood up. I stayed where I was and she came over to me. She moved easily, and was obviously comfortable in her designer dress. She smiled as she neared me and held out her hand for me to shake when she was close enough.
"Hallo, my name is Chloe ******, and yours is.........?" "Lacey" I answered her. I guessed she was about 48 years old. "No your real name," she countered, pleasantly. I smiled and shook my head. "No, Lacey is my real name.....as well as my stage name." "As you wish," she said. " I watched you dancing in ******. You are sooooo good. It made me feel quite....excited." "I think I saw you there," I said. "The doorman there, he tell me that you are not usually of the Club. He tell me that you would be performing at this club later. I taxi here and have waited. Again you are good. Again you make me feel...... excited." She looked me straight in the eyes. "Do I make you excited?" I returned her stare. "I'm here aren't I?" She lifted her hand and stroked a finger up my left cheek. "Are you busy now?" she asked. I put my hand up and held her's. "I have another spot and then I'm done." I smiled and kissed the palm of her hand. "But something tells me I'm going to be busy tonight." "Run along and dance for me. I shall watch, and I wait for you after." She took her hand away and smiled again, then turned and walked back to the game. I returned to my dressing room.
I was shaking. I sat there and just simply shook with excitement. She was gorgeous, and just oozed sex. 'Shit!' I thought to myself as I looked at my reflection, 'I hope to God she doesn't have a man with her! That would be just my luck!' I got ready for my next dance.
She was sitting alone right up by the front of the stage, and I could see her clearly by the spill of the stage lights. My music started and I went into the routine. Only this time I was almost off the front of the stage instead of being about 6 feet back. She was looking straight up at me as I looked down at her, and I could see she had her hand moving under dress. That night I danced for her, and no-one else. There was no man sitting near her.
Instead of my usual underground trip home, we went by taxi to my flat, for me to change and pick up a few things. She stayed in the taxi outside and I soon re-appeared with an overnight case. My live-in partner was away that week, so I just turned the key and left the flat as it was. She gave an address to the driver that was in St.John's Wood, and off we went.
It was a standard black London taxi and soon after we left, she leaned forward to the glass dividing window and asked the taxi driver to turn off the curtsey light in the back, and to give us a bit of privacy. He gave us a good look in his mirror, and then with a "Yeah, sure," slid his window shut and flicked off the light. Nowadays, the taxis have a small video camera on the passengers for security, but then they did not. When Chloe was leaning forward talking to the driver I had a clear view of her bottom, lightly clad in that beautiful black silk designer gown. I noticed there was no knicker lines, and assumed she was wearing a thong. All I could see was the outlines of her garter belt and her suspender clips and stocking tops, as her dress had ridden high enough to reveal them. When she sat back into the seat, she was closer to me, our legs rubbing together as the taxi moved over the uneven roads. We travelled in silence for about 30 seconds then the light was turned off by the driver. In the sudden dark, lit only by stripes of light thrown by the passing street illuminations, she reached her arm across my breasts to my opposite shoulder, pulled me to her and kissed me, passionately. The sudden heat of her emotions overwhelmed me. I opened my mouth to her probing tongue, I smelled her heady perfume, I tasted her saliva, which had a vague sense of cinnamon, making me think irrationally of Christmas. I felt her firm, ample left breast flattening itself onto my right. I returned her kisses and we melted together for a couple of minutes, exploring and probing. The hand that had started on my shoulder, moved to cradle my head, her thumb caressing behind my left ear, before moving to stroke my neck. I responded by holding her neck with my left hand. We pecked and sucked with our lips, stroked with our noses, excited and titillated with tongue tips. I knew I was wet, my nipples were hard, and my breathing was short and fast. Suddenly she was gone, flung back onto the seat, her right arm now along the top of the leather headrest, panting and laughing, head lolling back. "Oh yesss, my Dahlink! You excite me sooooo much!"
I sat there getting my breath back, feeling a cool breeze pass over the light perspiration on my glowing face, my mind seemingly working ten-to-the-dozen, but on nothing of importance. She sat up and leaned with her left elbow on the back of the seat next to my head. "What are your plans for this coming day?" she asked me. Her right hand was gently on my right leg, stroking up and down from my knee to within about six inches of my hot, sticky gulley. She had pushed my fairly short skirt up my leg and again I could feel a bit of coolness on the wet front of my cotton thong. I opened my legs a bit as I replied, "I don't have anything on, nothing special at all. All I have to do is phone my Agent at 2 in the afternoon, to find out what I will be doing in the evening."
Her caressing hand travelled the final six inches to my swollen cunt lips. With her middle finger she traced up and down the outline of my slit, first the outside of one lip, then the other, then up and down the furrow that the made. "Oh goooood," she purred and I slipped down and forward on the seat, opening my legs so she could have easy access to everything there. "I'm sure I will ably entertain you." My bottom cheeks were by now perched on the edge of the seat. Her middle finger traced down past my gaping vagina entrance and excited a little tract of sensitive skin before swirling round my pulsating rosebud. "It will be my pleasure to occupy you for a few hours." Her finger stiffened and she started to tap on my back door with just enough force for it to feel as though she was going to push her finger in, but never actually doing it, as though stopped by the thin white cotton band of my thong, which was bisecting that dark crinkly ring.
She took my groan of pleasure as my consent and her hand then moved to my left breast. She leaned over me and we kissed again, this time her hand lightly squeezing my already sensitive nipple, making a shiver run down my body, and creating a flood of cream in my cunt. I reached up my right hand to her breasts. It was the first time I had touched them. I felt her enormous, hard nipple. She was not wearing a bra. God, what a figure! We continued our explorations as we travelled to St.John's Wood, and although the journey was an appreciable distance, it seemed it took no time at all before the driver knocked on the dividing window with his knuckles and his tinny, amplified voice said, "Here we are darlings." The diesel engine died and the door locks clicked. I stepped out onto the pavement with my bag and Chloe followed. She paid the driver and obviously gave him a good tip as he drove away with a cheery wave. She took my arm and we walked to a heavy wrought iron side gate, leading into a high walled property. The gate clicked open in response to her entering a series of numbers into the touch pad to one side. She looked up and down the road and then opened the gate and ushered me inside. Concealed lights stylishly lighted the beautifully manicured garden. I was aware of several security cameras, at the gate, each corner of the house, by the garage, no area was uncovered. I looked at Chloe and she linked with my free arm. "Living on your own in London is a dangerous pastime, my little pet," she purred. "After all, there's only me and the servants! Anything could happen......" A bright security light bathed us with its power as we approached a door. Again she entered a number code and the door buzzed open.
It was after 1 in the morning as we walked into a low lit side-hall. I unconsciously looked in a hanging mirror as we passed into a lounge. "Just drop your things there, my dear," she said as she casually motioned to the parquet floor not covered by a lush Chinese carpet. I was not sure what she meant for a second, but she qualified it with a nod to my right hand and "Your bag dear." She floated over to the mantelpiece and pushed a bell button, then to an enormous sofa where she sat, then lay back on the armrest, putting one leg up on the cushions. Her hands went to her forehead and she swept back her dark hair, then shook her head a couple of time. I dropped the bag and came over to her. She patted the cushion her leg was on and said with a smile, "Sit down Lacey. Would you like a drink?" As I sat down a door opened and a young girl (I guess under 25 years old) entered, wearing the classic black and white uniform of a maid. "I gin and tonic for me, large, and for my guest......?" She turned to me and I ordered a similar drink. "Oh and Mandy," she said to the girl who had not moved a muscle, "my friend Lacey will be staying the night. Leave a note for cook that we shall be two for Breakfast and Luncheon. Breakfast in my room, I think." She turned to me. "Cooked or continental, my dear?" I normally only snack breakfast, if I'm awake, so I asked for a Continental, with strong coffee. "That will be two Continentals, Arabica coffee, filtered, thank you Mandy, and please take Miss Lacey's bag up to my bedroom." I watched the maid's face as she said this, but saw not a flicker of surprise, in fact no emotion at all. She turned, collected my bag and left.
Left alone again, Chloe started to ask me questions about my work. "How often do you work? What do you feel dancing unclothed in front of strangers? Do you ever dance fully naked? Do you ever dance with other dancers on stage?" I had been asked these question many times when people find out what I do for a living. Then her questioning became more personal. "Do I have a relationship with anyone? What's her name? Is she a dancer also?" Within a few minutes I had virtually told her my life story. Then I asked her about herself, and she told me that she was married to a wealthy German businessman but that their marriage had virtually ended. However he was very generous, and she was very happy. I asked where he was and her reply surprised me. "Certainly not here my dear, this is MY house! Somewhere where I can entertain......" At this she bent her knee on the leg that was behind me along the cushion I was sitting on. Her black dress slid down her stocking and continued going. It was then I saw she had the most wonderful bald pussy, the slit surrounded by blushing smooth skin, with small piss flaps framing an already gaping entrance. She put her hand to herself and stroked her middle finger up and down it a couple of times, as if to lubricate the digit and her slot, then she slid the finger into her hole and finger-fucked herself half a dozen times before sliding up to her clit, where she teased it with the manicured nails of two fingers. I could see white cream bubbling in her depths. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable Lacey? Take off your clothes whilst I watch......and enjoy the moment."
Mesmerised by her moving fingers, I stood up and unbuttoned my top. I started swaying to the sounds of my music as it played in my head. I let my top drop onto the floor, and reached behind for my bra clasp. Her finger returned to her hole and she began to leisurely finger-fuck again. I slid my bra down my arms and cupped my 34C breasts, rubbing my nipples in the palms of my hands. Then it was the turn of my skirt to drop to the ground. I was conscious that her finger was slightly more urgent and seemed to be going deeper and harder. Her thumb was titillating her clit as well. I stood before her in my damp, white cotton thong, then turned around and showed her my bum. Then, hooking my thumbs into the elastic waistband I bent at the waist as I pulled them down to my feet. With my legs slightly apart I knew that my own bald puss and ring were framed between the globe cheeks of my ass. I looked between my legs at her and saw she was furiously pumping her cunt, her eyes glued to my promised land. I straightened and turned, kicking off my shoes. Then I lifted my left leg up onto the sofa cushion and massaged either side of my puss with my hands, ending by holding the inviting lips open for her to look into. Chloe sat up and put her hands around my legs, holding my cheeks. She buried her head into my cunt and lapped at my cream filled sleeve. Her nose butted my erect clit as she licked, and she hummed approval as she worked at my mineshaft entrance.
I was startled by the clatter of a tray as the Maid placed our drinks on a table behind us. Chloe came up for air long enough to say "Thank you Mandy. That will be all for the moment." Then she was back down onto me, her mouth a suction pump on my 4cm clit, her tongue a dancing twister everywhere. She pulled away again, and told me to turn around. I turned and bent over, my hands holding my ankles for support. Again she dived in, this time straight tonguing my hole, and then cow-licking with a flat tongue up and onto my ass hole. I could feel her saliva running back from it into my cunt. She had moved and was sitting on the edge of the sofa seat. As I watched through my legs and I saw her upside-down image as her right hand returned to her cunt and she frigged herself furiously, all the whilst sucking and licking me towards ecstasy. Then she reached up with her other hand and stuck two fingers into my puss. Her fingers pumped in and out of me almost savagely for about a minute, then she gave several jerking thrusts and fell back away from me into the sofa. I stood upright and turned back to her. Her face was glowing. Her neck, and an area under it was bright red. Her breasts heaved as she gasped for breath. Her legs were wide open. Her hands stroked either side of her puss. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Sorry Lacey, my dear. I got carried away." I gave a little its-alright shrug. "Let's have our drinks." She held a hand up and I passed her one of the gin and tonics. I could feel my cream running down my leg. I reached down and wiped it away with one of my hands, then licked off the sticky residue. Chloe watched entranced as I sat on the sofa with my back resting against the other padded arm, my knees bent, my feet by my bottom. She turned her head towards me and raised her glass. "To better things," she toasted, and I saw her eyes drop to my puss. "To better things," I returned and we chinked glasses.
As we ascended to her bedroom, I saw that the spacious house had been professionally decorated. It was stunning. And the bedroom alone was bigger than the whole of my flat, with uplighters and a dressing table, an enormous bed, TV, a separate dressing room with storage, and an en-suite bathroom. One wall was completely covered by floor to ceiling curtains of thick, heavy velvet. The theme colour was green and blue tartan. It looked as though it had been made for a design magazine, and the original probably had been.
Chloe draped her dress over a chair and walked into the bathroom. I dropped my clothes on another chair and followed. My bag had been placed beside the bedside cabinet, and when I entered the bathroom, I saw that my toiletries had been placed beside one of the two basins. Chloe had started to draw water into the circular, sunken swimming pool (!) of a bath. The waters gushed out under pressure, and in little time we were both luxuriating in its hot liquor. Chloe leaned over after a minute and started to lather my breasts, so I soaped up her's. She kissed me gently then told me to stand up. Her hands caressed my legs with soap, then up as far as she could reach, coating me in a fine white, sweet smelling foam. Then her hands came back down to eye height, and she lathered between my legs. I put a foot on the side of the bath and she gentled my front and back there, slipping a finger into each hole, but not forcefully. When she withdrew, I sat in the bath and rinsed myself slowly, watching her stand and cleanse herself. Having rinsed, she stepped up out of the bath and over to a cabinet set into the wall. She removed something and turned round, holding it in her hands, and cocked an eyebrow quizzically at me. It was a vaginal and anal douche kit. I smiled and nodded wordlessly. She sat on the bidet and I watched as she washed herself out, front and back, rinsing herself afterwards with the bidet spray. When she handed me a kit, I did the same, and then we dried each other with luxurious, soft towels from the heated rails. Throwing her towel into an ali-baba basket, she took my towel from me and it joined the other. Both naked and clean everywhere we returned to the bedroom.
Whilst we had been in the bathroom, Mandy the Maid had turned down the bed for us. I went round to the side that had my bag sitting next to the bedside table and looked in the drawer out of curiosity. You have to imagine my embarrassment. I immediately looked in my overnight bag. It was empty! There in the drawer were the half dozen toys I had brought with me, my dildo, vibrator and butt plugs, plus a couple of strap-ons. I was mortified that the maid had seen them, let alone put them in the bedside drawer for me. Chloe had followed me round the bed and started laughing when she saw my face and the contents of my drawer. "What a treasssure is she. She is almost psychic!" She took the dildo in her hand and seemed to weigh up its size. "This is nice. It has a good feel to it." She put it back in the drawer and walked over to one of the big painting on the wall. Taking hold of one side of it, she pulled and it opened like a door into the wall. "However you need not have bothered on my account, Lacey," she said as she revealed a collection of toys that I have never seen bettered, not even in some of the shops I have visited. It is pointless listing what was there, because she had one of everything, all neatly standing, lying or hanging, waiting to be used. Chloe stood there infront of her collection, touching one, stroking another, as though they were old friends, which they probably were, a far-off smile on her lips. I joined her and looked at all the goodies. "May I?" I asked before taking one out to see. "Offf course, my dear. Whatever you will. My house is your house, as they say somewhere hot," she said as she came back to Earth. She looked at what I had in my hand, a string of anal beads, and she said, "Offf course, that model was improved 2 years later. They made this one.......see?" She took out another set and I could see they were better made, and a slightly different shape, so that although bigger, they would slide in and out easier. I looked at her curiously and she gave a little laugh. "How do I know, my little poppet? Easy! It is what my husband make. He has big factory in Germany. He make lots and lots sex toys. I think I have every one here. He sends them to me and value my opinions. I am ... how you say ... test dummy, no?" She laughed again. "He knows I get lonely when he is away." Her hand came up and stroked my cheek. "He knows I like to play when I get lonely." She leaned over and kissed me. "Do you want to play?" she asked with a smile.
I reached in and took down one of the strap-ons. The shaft was 10 inches long, 2 inches thick, was slightly curved and was criss-crossed with thick veins, ending in a flared knob end. It was not hard and stiff, but made of a soft material and slightly bendy. If this was modelled from a real person, he would have passed out if he got a hard on, as all his blood would have been in his cock.
"Hmmmm. A good choice. I have not had that one in ages. And I think I will take one for you..... Let's see, Jahr! This one, this is for you!" I watched as she took out a similar length strap-on, but this was shaped like a string of short sausages. "You like for me to give this to you?" I licked me lips as I saw it. "Good! I can see you and me become goooood friends no?" She ran her clenched hand up and down its length as though wanking it, and then she walked over to the bed and put it on her bedside table. "Komm, it is time we make fun," and she gave a little jump up onto the bed and lay there, propped up on the pillows, her knees slightly bent and apart. Her left hand went to her left breast and her right hand to her slot, where two fingers went to work, sliding either side of her clit. I came over to her and stepped into the strap-on harness, She held the slightly bendy, soft cock as I tightened up the straps, and I saw a tube of KY on the table there, so I spread some up and down it. Chloe turned over and got up onto all fours, and her hand went back to her clit. I watched as the two fingers slid up and down her open cunt, and saw her white cream at the opening to her tunnel of love. "You fuck me now," she said with great sincerity. "I need you."
I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself behind her, holding the strap-on cock in my right hand as I stroked her creamy opening. I gave it a little nudge, and felt her tense up a bit. "Nein, nein! No there." She reached round and took hold of the end, positioning firmly at her back door. "You fuck me here, now!" Not being one to argue with someone who wants to be ass fucked, I pushed at her ring. She gave a sighing grunt and I saw a little of the head disappear. "Do you want some KY in you?" I asked. "Pah! Sissy stuff!" she answered. "You push hard enough, it go in. It no go in, you push harder!" I pushed harder and the head slipped in past her sphincter muscle as she gave a cry of delight or pain. I think it was both. Almost immediately she was backing onto the shaft, which I had lubed, and it disappeared with speed. "Ohhhh! That is good! It is some time since I have this one! Wilhelm knows how to make them. Pity he not the original model, no? He has, how you say, child dick. I always say that is why he make such big toys." She then started to slide herself back and forth on my cock, without me doing anything. After a dozen or so of these, she put a pillow under her breasts and settled her body onto it, leaving her ass stuck up in the air. "Now you fuck me good!"
I took hold of her hips and started to push in and out of her. I love to watch that thin ring of skin round the sphincter get dragged in and out by the cock that I am wearing. She had her head to one side and kept making comments as I shafted her. "Ohhhh yes, that is sssoooooo good!" "Deeper fraulein. I want to feel your skin on my bottom." "Fuck me dahling! I want to feel this all next week!" I kept up the pace and was almost at the end of my energies, when she started squirming around. I knew by her breathing that she was close to her orgasm and she was crying out for me to fuck deeper, quicker, harder. Then she came.
I had never seen anything like it. She orgasmed entirely on the ass fuck. She spread her knees slightly further apart, and supported her body on her straight arms, her hands clutching the bedclothes. Her head went back and she started to growl, deep in her throat. It was an animal sound, which rose in volume and pitch until she suddenly started to jerk and buck on the cock. Then, most amazingly of all, after several of these jerks she went stock still, dropped down onto her chest, and with her ass in the air, and me right up her ass, she squirted copious amounts of cream onto my legs from her puss, squirting about five times in all. Then she pulled forward off the cock and collapsed on her side, eyes closed, gasping for breath.
"Ohhhh Lacey! You are the first person after Mandy to make me cum like that."
'Hmmm!' I thought to myself, 'that accounts for Mandy's reason for employment.' I struggled over to her and kissed her neck and cheek. She flung her arm round my neck and pulled me to her. Her kiss almost killed me with its power, and her arm almost strangled me, she was holding me so tight. Then she rolled onto her back, and holding my face in both of her hands, she kissed me on the lips and said, "And now, my sweet, it is my turn to pleasure you!" She pushed me to one side and swung her legs off the bed. Standing up she grabbed her strap-on and stepped into the harness. With deft flicks she tightened the straps and buckles and was back on the bed holding the dildo in her hand like a weapon, rolling a condom onto it.
"Hold on a minute," I said, "you might not like starters, but I do." I leaned over and got hold of the tube of KY. Realising that she would not wait for too long I unscrewed the cap and stuck the end in my bum and squeezed. I felt the cold jelly enter my arse and so I pulled out the tube. Some more squeezed onto my ring. I threw it back onto the table and put my bum in the air. I felt Chloe kneel behind me and then the tip of the dildo at my anal muscle. I concentrated on relaxing it, and felt the first sausage, then the next slipped in, then another, and another, and another and finally another before she was pushing against my cheeks with the front plate of the strap-on. I reached under myself to frig my clit, but there was a hand about to do that for me. I looked to my right to see a naked Mandy standing there, reaching under me. Her hand went directly to the pleasure button and she gave it a few licks with her fingernail. As Chloe started to fuck me slowly, Mandy came round the bed and lay on her back with her head by my knees, and her feet by my head. I moved and knelt either side of her head and put my arms between her legs. She opened her legs wide and I went for her clean-shaven puss, as she went for mine. As we sucked and licked each other, Chloe was ploughing my ass, and I could feel each lump as it passed this way and that through my anal ring. Mandy's tongue seemed to have a will of its own and danced around my inflamed cunt. I held her legs and dipped in between her legs, trying to imitate her moves as best I could. Then I felt her mouth and tongue change into a powerful vibrator with a clit tickler. First she wiped it around my clit and then moved it so it plunged into my cunt. At full stroke the tickler was applied to my swollen clit. I could hardly breath; my muscles tightened so much with the feeling. I just knelt there and let the two wreak havoc with my ass and cunt. Then I was cumming. I yelled at them that I was, and then I did. The vibrator was withdrawn and Mandy's mouth replaced it. I felt her lips on my cunt and let go with my juices. Chloe went into deep and slow mode and I came again and again with her strokes and Mandy's tongue. Finally I could take no more and I pulled forward off the dil, and rolled onto my side, gasping for breath like Chloe before me. Two sweaty faces stared down at me and I smiled back and nodded. Then Mandy took hold of Chloe's dildo, ripped the condom off it and started to suck at its end, wanking it so that the other end ground into Chloe's clit. I thought I ought to make Mandy cum as well, so I slowly dragged myself off the bed and over to the toys cabinet. I selected a twelve-inch hand dildo, which looked like a kid's sword but it was round and had a handgrip at one end, and the other end tapered a little and ended in a ball about an inch across. Mandy was on the bed on her knees, sucking her Mistress's cock, and I stood at the bedside and offered the ball tip to Mandy's cunt. She parted her knees and I slipped it in, almost all the way. Then I held her hip with me left hand to steady myself, and started pumping it in and out hard and fast with my right hand. Very soon I was going in all the way up to the handgrip, about an eight-inch stroke. I reached round with my left hand and stroked her clit. Slowly I got harder and harder. Then I moved up to her nipple that was hanging down. I squeezed that and then back to her clit again. I saw her stomach go bar tight and then she was cumming. I continued to pump her with the hand dildo as she orgasmed. She held onto Chloe's dil as a support. Soon she too had had enough and signalled to stop. I withdrew the weapon and licked its end. Chloe took it from me and finished licking it clean. Mandy reached for Chloe's strap-on and undid the clasps, then slipped it down to the bed. She then lay on her back and Chloe moved to kneel over her head. Holding Chloe's buttocks, Mandy licked at Chloe's cunt as she sat down on her face. "I love this girl!" Chloe said to me, and I watched as the maid tongued her out.
Finally we were all done for the night. We showered together, and then to my surprised we all slept in the same bed. I was in the middle and slept with Chloe behind me and Mandy infront. I awoke the next morning a bit sore and stiff, to find Mandy had already gone from the room. I turned to Chloe and gave her a kiss then cuddled her to wakefulness. We spent several minutes enjoying each other when a naked Mandy arrived with our breakfast tray.
It was the start to a brand new day, and I may tell you about it another time.