The morning intruded on her sleep… one ray at a time. Sneaking soundlessly past the watchful blinds, they settled their autumn warmth on her chocolate hued skin, tenderly caressing the sprawled limbs, skipping lightly over the curves of her hips and splaying themselves over the flat of her belly. One even crept into the small dark cavity in the middle, and disappeared into the naval cracks and crevices, never to be seen again.
The rest, relentless in the pursuit of their goal, persisted up the soft curve of her ribcage, stoically avoiding the distraction that was her perfect breasts, ignoring the arresting majesty of the nipples that stood erect at their sentry posts, as speeding, or perhaps fleeing, down the incline of her collar bone, down the graceful stretch of her neck, their momentum carrying them over the soft jut of her jaw and landing them square on their destination…. her left ear.
Her tiny ear was too small for all the rays that made it; some spilled over and had to contend with sprawling all over her smooth dark cheek and waiting as the lucky ones that had made it in went to work.
The work was delicate; it needed to be perfect, as a beauty of her stature deserved, and the utmost care was to be taken. There could be no rushing, no jarring... no sudden movements. Even the most astute of observers would have no observation to make other than how there was nothing for them to observe…. Only the trained eye could possibly detect, or sense, that something was happening.
Sitting up at the foot of the bed, the awestruck gentleman, silently marveling at this natural beauty who so peacefully was lying at rest, her naked body bathed in the morning sunshine, did not have such an eye. What he had was an instinct… Without even being aware of it, he caught his breath, anticipating what was coming. Instinctively, he knew not to blink lest he misses that which even eternity could not duplicate.
Presently, the soft tickling of the rays in the ear had the desired effect. The movements were slight… almost not there. First was the lips, parting slightly and curving at the edges. The resulting smile, rearranging her whole countenance and emitting a warmth of it's own which effortlessly blended with that of the sunshine.
Then the eyelids fluttered, ever so slightly ... He'd have dismissed it as nothing, his imagination messing with him, had they not fluttered again. Followed by a widening of the smile, and then slowly, like the parting of the heavens, her mouth opened, and let out a yawn. A deep long yawn that seemed to be coming from deep within her gut, and reluctantly so.
Her whole body seemed to shudder with the effort and presently he noticed the limbs begin to tense up and her arms stretched out, reaching out for some invisible hand hold. For an eternal second they hang up there and he was tempted to reach out and grab them.... the hands clenched before he could act on his temptation... he watched the delicate fists slowly fold back towards her her bust.... the left one first, and then the right. The legs too, in turn, slowly relaxed and the left was bent slightly at the knee and placed slightly on top of the right.....
The rest, relentless in the pursuit of their goal, persisted up the soft curve of her ribcage, stoically avoiding the distraction that was her perfect breasts, ignoring the arresting majesty of the nipples that stood erect at their sentry posts, as speeding, or perhaps fleeing, down the incline of her collar bone, down the graceful stretch of her neck, their momentum carrying them over the soft jut of her jaw and landing them square on their destination…. her left ear.
Her tiny ear was too small for all the rays that made it; some spilled over and had to contend with sprawling all over her smooth dark cheek and waiting as the lucky ones that had made it in went to work.
The work was delicate; it needed to be perfect, as a beauty of her stature deserved, and the utmost care was to be taken. There could be no rushing, no jarring... no sudden movements. Even the most astute of observers would have no observation to make other than how there was nothing for them to observe…. Only the trained eye could possibly detect, or sense, that something was happening.
Sitting up at the foot of the bed, the awestruck gentleman, silently marveling at this natural beauty who so peacefully was lying at rest, her naked body bathed in the morning sunshine, did not have such an eye. What he had was an instinct… Without even being aware of it, he caught his breath, anticipating what was coming. Instinctively, he knew not to blink lest he misses that which even eternity could not duplicate.
Presently, the soft tickling of the rays in the ear had the desired effect. The movements were slight… almost not there. First was the lips, parting slightly and curving at the edges. The resulting smile, rearranging her whole countenance and emitting a warmth of it's own which effortlessly blended with that of the sunshine.
Then the eyelids fluttered, ever so slightly ... He'd have dismissed it as nothing, his imagination messing with him, had they not fluttered again. Followed by a widening of the smile, and then slowly, like the parting of the heavens, her mouth opened, and let out a yawn. A deep long yawn that seemed to be coming from deep within her gut, and reluctantly so.
Her whole body seemed to shudder with the effort and presently he noticed the limbs begin to tense up and her arms stretched out, reaching out for some invisible hand hold. For an eternal second they hang up there and he was tempted to reach out and grab them.... the hands clenched before he could act on his temptation... he watched the delicate fists slowly fold back towards her her bust.... the left one first, and then the right. The legs too, in turn, slowly relaxed and the left was bent slightly at the knee and placed slightly on top of the right.....
