After a strenuous Saturday night the last thing you’d probably want is to be awoken almost at the crack of dawn and brought back into the real world. Probably. Fine, I will admit, it wasn’t exactly as the sun came up, because that’s roughly when we got home this morning from the fair and a long night of dancing in the Remmers Zelt with a vast quantity of other people in various stages of inebriation! It was a night to remember, for those capable of remembering anything.
The music was good and loud, the drinks flowed freely – often donated by hopeful young men, and some not quite so young but still hopeful – an the atmosphere was wonderful. The sound of pouring rain outside the tent was easily drowned out, as were some of the party-goers who came in later.
A long lie-in was what I had in mind, the final celebration after a year of work, the start of my vacation proper and the work up to my studies. Being used to getting up each morning at five, rather than going to bed at five, I was looking forward to it.
I could write sadly it was not to be, but that would be wrong. I was woken in the most pleasant manner imaginable with a soft, stroking sensation across my body at about ten which brought me to half wakefulness. The sensation continued and became more intense, more specific, more urgent. It is a sensation I know only too well, although I am usually wide awake and participating when it happens, and it is not one where I am likely to complain or move away.
Being woken by the oral attentions of your lover, gently and with great care, is one of the most delightful things that I have ever experienced, and I would recommend it to anyone.
Beyond that I shall let you use your imaginations … but I am sure, since many of you know me so well, that this will be an easy picture to create in your minds.
Love & Kisses, Viki