She winked and started to rub her knee up and down and all around the sopping entrance to my pussy. I felt fairly certain she could feel the heat pulsing out of my cunt even through the cloth of her silk-linen pajamas. In a way, this wasn’t fair at all – I wasn’t sure whether that applied to her or to me. In any case, I wanted her as fully naked as I was. We were both panting heavily now. My hands crept to her back and I felt for the band of her silk-linen pajamas, intending to tug it down over her long, silky-smooth legs.

Then her phone rang insistently – a tinny, annoying, sound that was completely out of place in this corner of heaven.

Unexpectedly, she grew rigid, snapped to attention, and then turned her torso half-way round, which caused her to pull her breast out of my mouth. As she bent around and away from me to reach for the phone insistently ringing somewhere in the folds of her discarded kimono, I reluctantly released my suction of her breast with a loud popping sound.

I grunted impatiently as she swiped right and spoke with the caller, “Yeah, Annie … no I’m okay, just out of breath because I had to run to get to the phone … oh, so you girls are just 20 minutes away? …. Yeah, that’s right, like we talked earlier … No need for you to pass by the Ritz …. Aerin’s here already.… she’ll be nearly ready by the time you girls get here … uh huh … ok, we’ll see you soon!”

I shut my eyes in frustration and shook my head as she ended the call. “Nooo waaayyy !” I cried out.

I opened my eyes when she gave me a quick, soft kiss, and I could see lust and desire still swimming in the depths of her hazel eyes. She gave me a small smile and whispered, “Shhh … when you finally take me … it’ll be unforgettable for both of us, I’m sure … I for one, can’t wait for that moment. You?”

I was still lost in the haze of our lust and foreplay and mumbled an incoherent, frustrated reply.

“C’mon, honey. Gotta jump into the shower. I laid out some clothes you could wear, and packed a beach bag with a one-piece you could use,” she added, as she stood and pulled the halter-bikini-type bra back on and then gracefully slipped her arms through each sleeve of the kimono. She chuckled at my crumpled, frustrated figure still slumped into the soft cushion of the sofa. I squeezed my eyes together in frustration when I saw her belt the kimono around her waist, the final gesture that indicated our morning love was really over.