I awoke next to Monique, her breathing steady and quiet. I looked over the balcony and could see the Pacific Ocean in the distance through the large picture window. There wasn’t a sound to be heard apart from Monique’s breathing and I lay back down looking up at the ceiling, noticing the concave lines between the sheet-rock where the Spackle (plaster) had not quite covered the joints. If I'd of lived down there I may well have been the decorator who painted that place, such was my work in the Bay Area. Painting new build condo's and apartments. Monique stirred beside me and I looked at her profile lying as she was on her back. Little twitches behind her eyelids were apparent as was the slight flaring of her nostrils as she breathed in. Stunningly beautiful even when asleep, I reached over and drew traces with my fingertips softly around her face and watched her nose wriggle and her lips purse as my fingers moved over them. Smiling as I considered the events of the night before, I lifted the sheet slightly to look at her body, her breasts were smooth mounds, each topped with a raspberry coloured nipple, her stomach flat and taught, the slight mound raising up between her hips covered with soft hair. My fingertips moved across her skin tentatively, unwitting to disturb her slumber and I could feel myself getting aroused as my touch moved ever lower, silkily, delicately stroking her skin and the hair between her legs which were beginning to spread again, Whether unconsciously or not, she was enjoying my touch and I was getting ready to start the second round.
My attention was momentarily distracted by a phone ringing somewhere, probably next door, I then remembered Mum and looked at my watch. It was still early, only just after seven and I wondered whether I should continue my gentle foreplay or whether I could fall back to sleep if I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes, postponing the seduction for a while longer. Whilst I could have carried on with the seduction as it was, there was no chance of anymore sleep! I was wide awake now and needed to decide whether to continue my amorous manoeuvres or not, when Monique rolled over and away from me. I sat up searching the room for my boxer shorts, jeans, cigarettes and lighter, and finding them, picked them up and made my way downstairs as quietly as possible to the kitchen. I filled the kettle turned it on, pulled on my clothes and searched the cupboards for cups, instant coffee and sugar. I found everything I needed and having made a brew walked across the ground floor and out through the patio doors onto the balcony, closing the doors behind me.