"Let's dry off and move to the bed where I can comb your hair and braid it for you." He helped her stand in the tub and step out. Then he followed wrapping a towel around his waist. Marti tried on the luxurious terrycloth robe provided by the B&B.
"Would it be too cold to sit on the balcony for a while? I could sit on your lap while you braid my hair. It's very sensual to feel your hands in my hair."
Walking to the doors, Chuck opened them to step out on the balcony. It was a balmy night and the nightlights were shining. Marti walked up behind him wrapping her arms around his waist. "Feels good to me; what do you think?"
"Let me grab a comb and hair twist for your braid. I'll be right back," he said.
Marti drank in the night atmosphere. She could hear music and people enjoying themselves. Looking out to the water, the night ferry moved down the river. Life is good she thought.
Chuck returned with comb in hand and pulled her down on his lap when he was seated. Relaxing into his chest, Marti looked out at the neon colors contrasting the night sky. "You know some of the buildings we will see tomorrow are over two hundred years old," Marti said. "This one was built in the 1800s. We're taking a walk into the past."
"Really?" Chuck ran his hands through Marti's hair so he could part it for braiding.
"I read about the city downstairs while I waited for you. Just look over this balcony and you see the history all around with the architecture and statues."
Finishing the braid, Marti and Chuck both stood and watched the nightlife unfold. "There goes a carriage entering the park," said Chuck pointing to the street.
"That will be us tomorrow night," Marti replied. "Think we'll be able to see the stars?"
"Maybe while we're in the park; how about we go back in and cuddle? We can't forget our traditions."
"Thanks for braiding my hair, Rocketman." Stretching up, she gave him a promising kiss.
Picking her up at the waist, Chuck surprised her by turning her around. "Hey," she squealed as she raised high in his arms.
"Wrap your legs around my waist, liebchen," he said as he began walking back inside. He carried her to the bathroom counter where he removed his towel to sit her down on it then stood between her legs. "Got your toothbrush handy?"
"Ah-h," she smiled. "Yes, it's in my make-up bag. How about yours?"
"Right here in my Army duffel." They both opened zippers and pulled out toothbrushes. Marti grinned as she began brushing.
"I'm surprised you remembered."
"Actually, I like doing things like an old married couple. It's another turn-on for me, and I get to kiss you right afterwards." When they finished brushing, he leaned in to take her mouth slowly. Wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his thighs, Marti trapped him with her body and deepened the kiss with her tongue. Untying her robe, he ran his hands up and down her back. Cupping her buttocks, Chuck lifted her again and took her to stand in front of the mirrors in the bedroom.
"Drop the robe from your shoulders, Marti. I'll hold onto you."
Sliding out one arm at a time, Marti could see her nude body wrapped around Chuck's. His penis hardened between her butt cheeks just as her nipples tightened in his chest hair.
Slowly, Chuck edged his fingers in toward her center and spread his legs to support her weight. "Watch your body open for me, Marti." He kissed her neck and laved her ear as she looked in the mirror. "I want you again right here in front of the mirror."
Lifting herself with her arms, Marti began to bounce over Chuck's penis while he teased her labia with his fingers. Sliding his hands under her buttocks, his penis jutted between her legs heating her labia. Pushing her arms out from his shoulders, Marti separated their bodies so he could enter her.
"Please, take me now," she whispered. "I want to feel you inside me."
"One more minute," he panted, bending down he suckled her breast and drew fully on the nipple sending her body into a tremor.
Marti looked in the mirror and moaned at his mouth on her breast. "I need your heat or I'll explode."
Chuck lifted his head capturing her lips as he drove into her wet center. She bucked from the tension and drew back to meet him again and again.
"Look at us, Marti; we are perfect for each other." She watched him thrust into her and felt her body surrender. It was a sensual match of his hot shaft melding with her body in a heated joining. She groaned throwing her head back and pumping with him till she felt his hot semen course into her.
"Oh, I love your cum inside me. Don't stop." She wedged her legs open so they both could watch his thrusting.
"Damn, that feels good," whispered Chuck. Looking at her, Chuck moved his hands to her back. "Move your legs up now, Marti, and my strokes will go deeper. That's right."
As he bent his legs drawing her to him, her braid caressed his hands igniting him again. "Come with me," he cried bending his head to give her his final thrusts. Her back arched from the climax that shot up her back.
Slowly Chuck stood and Marti's legs slid to the floor. They clung to each other looking in the mirror until their hearts stopped pounding.
"That came up so fast," whispered Marti. "Just like that," she snapped her fingers. She looked up at Chuck in wonder.
"Yeah, it surprised me, too. All of a sudden I had to have you."
Taking her hand, they walked to the bed and turned down the covers. Chuck pulled her under his arm and draped his other arm over her stomach.
"Du bist meine frau means you are my woman," Chuck said caressing her stomach with his hand. He looked in her eyes for her reaction.
"Then du bist meine mann would mean you are my man, right?" Marti laced her fingers with his and snuggled closer.
"Right, you studied a language in college?"
"Yes. I took two years of French but I never really used it. Still, it helps when I hear another language."
"Say something to me in French."
Squeezing his hand, she whispered, "Vous touchez mon coeur."
"I touch something?" he asked.
"My heart," Marti replied slowly looking at their hands. Chuck could sense her vulnerability.
"Ah-h, you touch mine, too, liebchen." He sighed pulling her close. "Maybe you can give a tour of this place tomorrow after breakfast."
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