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The Somnolent Surprise
Akihiro groaned as he rolled over, his morning wood straining against the confines of his boxers. He blinked sleepily, trying to remember where he was. The unfamiliar room slowly came into focus, the hazy light filtering through the curtains revealing plush, cream-colored furnishings. Ah yes, he was at the hotel, the one where he had met Yumi last night for a date.
Yumi was nowhere to be seen, but her things were still scattered about – hair ties on the nightstand, high heels abandoned on the carpet. A smile tugged at Akihiro’s lips as he recalled their passionate lovemaking from the night before. She had been insatiable, riding him with wild abandon until they both collapsed in a satiated heap.
Stretching languorously, Akihiro got out of bed, his cock still semi-erect from his dream-filled slumber. He sauntered into the bathroom, eager to start the day as he did every morning. Urinating would have to wait, as the call of his morning ritual was much stronger.
He flipped on the light, exposing the polished chrome and tile of the bathroom. With a sigh of contentment, Akihiro stepped into the wide shower, relishing the feel of the warm water cascading over his body as he lathered up his cock with soap.
Lost in the pleasure of his stroking, Akihiro didn’t notice when the bathroom door creaked open. Nor did he hear the delicate padding of bare feet on tile as Yumi approached. It was only when he felt a pair of soft hands on his hips that he realized he wasn’t alone.
Turning, Akihiro found himself face to face with the impossibly beautiful form of Yumi, her dark curls damp and clinging to the nape of her neck. She pressed against him, her ample breasts squished against his chest, nipples already puckered with desire. “Good morning,” she purred, her breath hot against his ear.
“Good morning,” he returned, his cock now fully hard and pressing into her stomach. “I didn’t realize you were back.”
“Apparently not,” she grinned, reaching down to wrap her slender fingers around his throbbing shaft. “But that’s good. Now I get to watch you finish what you started.”
Akihiro groaned as she began stroking him, the soap making her touch slick and smooth. He braced himself against the shower wall, his head falling back as she worked him with long, deliberate pulls.
Yumi’s eyes were intent on his cock, watching with fascination as it bobbed and twitched in her fist. She could tell he was close, his breathing becoming more ragged, his hips starting to thrust into her hand. “That’s it,” she encouraged, “gonna give me a big creamy load?”
Her filthy words were all it took to send Akihiro hurtling over the edge. With a hoarse cry, he felt his cock pulse in her grip, hot spurts of semen shooting out to slap against the shower tiles. Yumi worked him through his orgasm, wringing out every last drop of cum until he was spent.
Panting, Akihiro pulled Yumi into a deep, languid kiss. “Mmm, good morning to you too,” he murmured against her lips. “Why don’t we go back to bed and pick up where we left off last night?”
“That sounds perfect,” she smiled, running her fingers through the hair on his chest. “But first, I need to wash up. Then I’m all yours.” With a sultry wink, Yumi stepped under the spray of water, the soap sluicing down her body in tempting rivulets.
Anihiro watched her for a moment, his semi-hard cock already stirring again at the sight. With a final squeeze to her ass, he stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel, ready to ravish his lover again at his earliest convenience. After all, they had the whole day ahead of them – and he planned to make the most of every breathless, sweat-soaked moment.
