Christening the new bed

My new bed was delivered to the flat yesterday. I had taken some time off work to be there when it arrived. I had already bought a new summer duvet, pillows, sheet, mattress protector, pillow cases and duvet cover in preparation. I had invited Becky over to help me 'christen' the new bed.

Co-incidentally, she had the day off as well, although she had some things to do in the morning. She arrived less than an hour after the bed, by which time I had unwrapped it, set it up and put on the new bedclothes. Yes, I should have washed them first, but didn't get the chance to.

We walked up the near-deserted high street and stopped to have lunch at what is now my local pub. We then walked through the park and back to the flat where we had a cup of tea and went to bed for the first time. We undressed each other at the foot of the bed, and I laid her down to kiss her body, savouring the scent and taste of her skin. We made love slowly and gently. She held me tightly for most of the time, favouring the missionary position so that she could wrap her arms around me and hold me close, kissing me deeply while I spent inside her.

Afterwards, she bathed and I showered, then we dressed and went out for dinner. We had no table booked, no plan, not even a destination in mind. Instead we drove around through delightfully twisty country roads, through village and town until we saw a Weatherspoons and settled on that as a viable source of food since we were by then very hungry. During dinner, we chatted amiably throughout. Conversation never seems to be strained and we talk at length. We are, after all, still getting to know each other.

Dinner complete, we went back to the flat and went back to bed to make love again. This time it was even longer, more passionate. I have no idea what time we went to sleep but it was late. The beer I had with dinner, however, acted as a stimulant, which together with the strange surroundings - and strange body beside me - conspired to make sleep fitful and restless. I awoke this morning with faint light filtering through the curtains, and rested a hand on Becky's waist. She was also awake, and moved over to cuddle. Soon she was touching my prick, bringing it back to life, and we made love for the third time in less than 18 hours.

By the time we had showered/bathed and dressed for work, I was already feeling tired again. On the train into London, I made no attempt to keep my eyes open and dozed off for a while.

Tonight I am having an early night and hopefully, in my old familiar bed, a good nights sleep.