A Night of Surprises Pt. 02

The sun was already pouring in the window of the bedroom when I awoke to a very pleasant feeling in my balls. I was still in the process of waking up fully, when I looked down to find Jules with her lips wrapped around the hard shaft of my cock, head bobbing up and down and trying to fit as much of it in her mouth as she could. My god her sweet little mouth was nothing short of amazing. It has been far more years than I care to remember since I woke up to a morning blow job. I watched as she raised her head up until only the fat, bulbous head of my dick was left engulfed between her warm lips, and she started a nice, steady suction that was really driving me wild.

She looked up into my face with that impish little smile and said, "I couldn't help myself Tracy. He woke up before you and started throbbing against my back. What is a girl supposed to do? So, I decided to get myself a nice pre-breakfast snack. Be a good boy and fill my belly with your hot, salty load baby."

I couldn't help but moan as she lowered her beautiful little head back down over my turgid tool and continued giving me an amazing blow job. My senses were on overload. Between the lingering scent of last night's sex, the sight of such a beautiful girl servicing my morning wood, and the silky feel of her lips sliding up and down and working my pole, I knew it wouldn't be long at all before I was giving her exactly what she wanted. The urgency of last night's lovemaking was gone, and she was really taking her time this morning and savoring every moment. Taking me in her tiny hand, she started licking my balls and up and down the underside of my shaft, driving me even closer to the point of no return. No doubt about it, this girl really knew how to work a cock and torture a man to his limits.

"Jules honey, I am so close. Please, make me come." I said through panting breaths. "Make me fill that pretty little mouth. Oh my god, I am about to shoot a big hot load of cum right in your warm, wet mouth. Don't stop baby! I'm gonna cum-m-m-m-m-m-m-m!"

At this point, she was jacking me off with wild abandon and sucking on and off the head, anticipating her sticky, salty reward. I started to feel the cum racing up the shaft as she raised her head up off my head and aimed the swollen purple helmet at her wide-open mouth. I watched as the thick white ropes of cum shot from the end of my cock into her mouth, painting her tongue in semen.

She looked up at me with strings of my cum trailing from her bottom lip and swallowed what was in her mouth and made a mewling Mmmmm sound.

"Now that I have a tummy full of yummy," she said, "I need to get a shower and get cleaned up. Do you mind running me home so I can get some breakfast?"

I couldn't believe the gamut of feelings I was having right now. I was really starting to feel like a nervous high school kid all over again. How do I tell her that I don't want the date to be over, that I want to spend the whole weekend with her and get to know her better? Am I just a one-night stand? Will she even want to spend the rest of the weekend with me? Why do I care? It's not like there is any long-term future for us. I'll be heading back to Pittsburgh this coming Friday and she'll be going back to her life. Before last night, I never would have considered in my wildest dreams spending my time or sleeping with anyone other than a flesh-and-blood woman, and here I am, trying to find a way to spend more time with her. I just want to be near her, to hear her voice, to learn who she really is and how she got to this point in her life, to hold her hand, share moments, make memories, and of course the sex is pretty spectacular also.

There was a kind of an awkward silence as she went to throw her blouse in the dryer and I grabbed some towels for our showers. I went to my dresser to grab an outfit to wear and some clean underwear, but I couldn't help but stare at her sexy, petite little body as she strolled back through the room and headed for the shower. I felt like I'd won the lottery when she stopped, looked over her shoulder, and said, "Are you going to join me in here sexy, or do I need to wash my own back?"

Then I just blurted it out. "Jules, I'm not sure if you will even want to, and I'll totally understand if you don't, but I'd like to take you out for breakfast, and then spend the day with you?"

As I came up behind her, she turned, wrapped her arms around my neck, pushed up on her tiptoes, and gave me a long, deep, passionate kiss. If she kept this up much longer, we were not going to make it into the shower, as I could already feel both of our cocks starting to harden against each other. I remember thinking that it was an odd but strangely erotic feeling that I'd never experienced before.

She lowered herself back down, turned her eyes from mine down towards the floor, as if she were trying to find the courage to say what she wanted to, then raised them back up to meet mine. "Tracy, I'd love to spend as much time with you as I can before you go back home, but I didn't want to push you or make you feel like you had to beyond last night. I know that we can't be together, and I wasn't sure you'd want to see me again after you dropped me off, but I feel safe and comfortable with you, and that isn't something I have felt with anyone else in a very long time. So, yes Tracy, I will spend whatever time you can share with me, and when you go home on Friday, I will forever have the memories that we shared together."

"Hot sex, breakfast, and a day out. Boy you really know a way to a girl's heart stud," she said through her infectious laugh. "Before we go to breakfast, do you mind taking me by my apartment so I can change clothes?"

"Not at all," I said before smacking her bare ass and climbing into the shower.

The hot, steamy water of the shower felt so good cascading over us. We took our time soaping each other up and letting our hands and our lips explore each other's bodies in ways we were too frantic to do last night. I allowed my soapy hands to slide down the side of her body, across the gentle hourglass curve of her waist, further down her hip, and then back up the front of her flat tummy to the subtle rise of her breasts, tracing the same path with butterfly kisses that elicited sighs from her lips. Then I knelt down, soaped up my hands and placed one on either side of her thigh and started to wash her leg. I allowed my right hand to slide back into the cleft of her ass and slid it forward, cupping her balls, before continuing down the inside of her leg, careful not to touch the hard cock that was now bobbing up and down right in front of my face. When I finished her right leg, I repeated the same agonizingly slow process on her other leg. By now, her moans and soft murmurs of satisfaction were almost constant. My mouth was so close to the perfect little head of her cock that I'm sure she could feel my breath, and she started making gentle thrusting motions, trying to find the warmth of my mouth. She sighed a deep sigh of disappointment, when I stood back up without touching her. Then I took the bottle of soap, and I squirted a trail from the base of her cock up to the head and put the bottle back down. Taking both hands, I wrapped them around her balls and the shaft of her cock and took my time soaping up both and stroking it at the same time. She simply moaned my name out loud and leaned back against the wall of the shower to allow me to pleasure her needy little cock. I knelt back down and slid my left hand back until my finger was at the pucker of her rosebud and I allowed it to dance all around the opening while my soapy hand stroked her up and down. She started breathing heavy, moaning loudly, and lewdly fucking my soapy hand, as she was quickly approaching the climax that I still owed her after this morning. Her body stiffened as she cried out and started shooting strand after strand of thick, white, hot cum, and I felt it as each shot hit my shoulder and my chest. I had never seen a cock cum up close before, and it was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. The head swelled in my hand, and I felt her orgasm rocket up the underside of her shaft, then the slit opened at the same time big strands of semen started coating my body. Pulse after pulse. It seems odd to say, but it was truly beautiful to see.

She took her time soaping me up and cleaning the trails of cum from my shoulder and chest, and we finished our shower together. As she climbed out of the shower and onto the bathmat, I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful, youthful body, and admire her very feminine curves. I tried to remember the last time that I had felt this kind of lust and longing for someone, and it was sad to think that I had not felt this way since I had dated Nicole when I was 23. Twenty-some years since I had felt a connection with anyone that even came close to this. It was definitely a lot to come to terms within my mind.

She kept stealing glances at me while I dried off, and being honest, it felt really good to be desired and lusted after. Especially at my age.

I looked at my watch as we headed out to my truck, and it was already 11:30 am and the day was already shaping up to be another warm one. We decided to have breakfast at a little mom and pop diner a couple of minutes from her apartment in Plano. As we started the twenty-minute drive to her place, she said, "I should probably warn you about my roommate before we get there. Her name is Rachel, and she can really be a lot. Basically, she has absolutely no filter and will say whatever comes to her mind. I'm just warning you now, so that you aren't completely shocked when you meet her. She is really sweet at heart. And, not that it matters, she is gay, so you don't have anything to worry about. Rachel was abused by her stepfather for years when she was back in high school, so she has scars just like the rest of us."

We passed the short trip with idle chit chat as she regaled me with stories of her and Rachel and how they became friends. I pulled off the main road and into her apartment complex and made my way to her building, where I pulled up in one of the open spots in front of her unit. We got out of the truck and headed in so Jules could change clothes and freshen up before we headed out. I thought that I was prepared for Rachel, but I was so wrong.

Jules fished her key out and turned the handle, and in we went. We had no sooner got through the door and into the living room-dining room area, that Rachel came bursting around the corner already at 90 miles-an-hour. Honestly, when Jules told me her roommate was gay, I had imagined her as the typical 'butch' kind of girl, but boy was I way off. She was around 5'6' I would guess, Mexican-American, slightly chunky in the right places, with very large breasts, and a drop dead beautiful face framed by her long curly black hair.

"Rachel, this is Tracy. Tracy, this is Rachel. Going to go get changed guys." And with that, Jules disappeared down the hall to her room, leaving me with Rachel who was already devouring me with her eyes.

"Oh my god girl! I can see why you never made it home last night. Damn you are one well built, sexy motherfucker. You are enough to make a gay girl see straight."

"Honey, does he have a big dick? I'll just bet he does have a nice big, juicy dick. Oh, never mind, I'll just find out for myself." And with that she made her way across the room staring at me from head to toe, reached down and squeezed my dick through my pants, before then reaching up and feeling my chest and my arms, and said, "Babygirl, you got you one fine specimen of the lesser species."

Through loud laughter, she said, "Aren't you just the cutest. All red-faced and embarrassed. Surely, Jules warned you about me? Jules honey? Didn't you tell your man all about me?"

From the bedroom, I could hear Jules reply with a "Oh yeah. But apparently, not as well as I could have. Be nice to him Rachel, I'm hoping to get some more of that sweet cock later, so don't scare him off", she said through the trills of her laughter.

Suddenly, I was feeling like a little fish in the middle of a shark tank. I was desperately trying to think up a witty reply when, out of the corner of my eye, Jules emerged from the bedroom, and I had no words. I must have looked silly, standing there with my mouth open, and staring at her as she strolled into the living room. She was dressed in a short, yellow cotton sundress, cinched at the waist, that made her look absolutely breathtaking and sexy.

Rachel laughed again and said, "Damn girl, if you didn't have that little dick between your legs, I'd eat you the fuck up myself! I'll bet Tracy's dick is already getting hard seeing you in that frilly little dress."

"Oh, stop Rachel. You've seen me in this dress before, and besides I did say I was planning on seducing him later and getting some more of that hard, sexy body."

They both seemed to be having a grand time carrying on and laughing while I stood there. I could tell that the two of them were indeed very good friends, and for some reason, that made me feel good. She stopped in front of me, put her hands on her hips, and did a little spin, as if the look on my face had not been enough of an approval for her, while giggling the entire time. Then she leaned up on her tip toes and gave me a nice long, wet kiss. A kiss that spoke of lust, and teased of things to come, and let me know that she was mine for as long as I would have her.

As Jules wrapped her arm around mine and we headed for the door, Rachel came running over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek and said, "Have a fun day loves and don't do anything that I wouldn't do! Don't forget that we are all supposed to get together tonight at The Station House for dinner and drinks, Jules. Love you girl!"

On the way out to the truck, Jules mentioned that she had forgotten all about the dinner date tonight. She and her friends all get together once a month for dinner and drinks, gossip, hot stories, and generally just make sure that each other is all right. She said that we didn't have to go if I didn't want to, but I told her that I thought that it sounded like fun to me. I was actually kind of moved by the fact that she wanted to introduce me to her friends, the people who mattered most to her. So, it was settled, and we were off to the diner for breakfast.

Breakfast was very good, but even as good as the food was, it couldn't compare to the time we spent talking about where to go for the day, about our families, our favorite movies, our favorite foods, our favorite travel destinations. The conversations were easy, and I couldn't stop staring into her big, beautiful eyes that seemed to be aglow with every new topic. Eventually, we both got around to talking about some of our past relationship disasters and how we had been hurt by them.

I told her about coming home from one of my out-of-town trips and finding my fiancé in bed with a guy that I had once considered one of my best and closest friends. She winced and extended her apologies to me as I relayed the sordid details, but I think she was struggling to understand it when I told her that I wasn't even mad, that I simply picked my go-bag back up and walked out of the apartment. The truth was that I didn't really blame her. She needed someone who was going to be there and not always heading out the door every couple of weeks for the better part of the year, and that was something that I could not give her in the end. I told her that it hurt like hell inside, and that I had spent the better part of a year drinking to lessen the pain, and that wasn't helpful either. It actually felt really good to talk about now, years removed from the trauma. I had never talked about it to anyone except my brother, and I told her honestly that I had not had a serious relationship with anyone since that day.

When I finished my story and sat back and quieted, then she took that as her sign to start telling me about her last relationship. She said that she had met Kyle online through a dating app. They had talked back and forth for a month and a half before she finally felt comfortable meeting him in person. She said that he was only a year older than her and that he was every bit as handsome in person as his pictures showed online. She said that he had insisted on taking her to a very fancy restaurant and that she had to spend a lot of money that she really didn't have to purchase a dress suitable for the occasion. He waited until after dinner was over to let her know that he expected her to pay for her own meal. I could see her eyes starting to glisten as she continued with the story. I was tempted to stop her so she did not have to relive the trauma, but I got the feeling that she needed to tell me, needed me to know what she had endured. After dinner, he took her to a seedy motel. The kind that rents rooms by the hour, and he rented the room for exactly one hour. She said everything seemed to be going well. They kissed and made out and then they undressed. He made her go down on him and when she did, he grabbed her by the hair and roughly started pounding his cock in and out of her mouth, despite her attempts to stop the assault. I could see the glistening in her eyes turn to tears as she lowered her head slightly and continued telling me the rest of the story. She said that as soon as he emptied his load into her mouth, she felt his fist on the side of her head. After that, she said it was all a blur and she just remembers waking up in the hospital with a broken rib from his repeated kicks, and black-and-blue marks covering her from her face to her legs. My heart was breaking and I stood and walked over to her and cradled her head into my belly and let her tears fall. I didn't know exactly what to say, so I just stroked her hair gently and held her close until the tears were no more. I squatted down beside her, placed my hand against her cheek and dabbed her tears away with the cloth napkin. As I was finishing, she looked me straight in the eyes and she started to apologize. I told her that there was no reason for her to apologize to anyone ever for the trauma that she had endured, and then she fell forward and into a very deep kiss while her tiny hands gripped my shoulders as tightly as she could.

I moved back to my seat beside her and gradually we eased back in to more pleasant topics and as I was telling her stories of my nieces and nephew, she even laughed. I let her choose our destination for the day as she was infinitely more familiar with the area than I was. She decided that we should go out to Joe Pool Lake. She said that it was quite beautiful out there and that there were several trails that wound around it where we could get some privacy if we wanted, she hinted. So, we finished up breakfast, I paid the check, and we headed out to the truck.

I put the destination into the GPS, which stated that it would be a forty-five-minute trip, pointed the truck out of the parking lot, and we were finally off for our relaxing afternoon on the lake. Jules reached over and turned on the radio to a local country music station and started singing along to the song with her sweet voice. As the song wound down, I finally mustered up the courage to ask her a question that I had been thinking about since last night.

"Can I ask you something kind of personal Jules?"

"You can ask me anything at all Tracy. No secrets. Shoot."

"I hope I don't offend you or say it the wrong way, but you aren't exactly what I would have pictured a shemale, or tranny, or a lady boy, or whatever it is you prefer, to look like you do. You are so dainty, and petite, and well honestly, if it weren't for the dick, I'd believe you were one-hundred percent woman."

She started laughing out loud with a huge grin on her face, and she said with as much mock seriousness as she could, "Don't ever refer to me as dainty again. I am not some delicate flower." Then, more laughter.

"One, I prefer 'girl' or 'woman' if you need to give me a classification. Two, I have a rare genetic condition called Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia, or CAH for short. Most of the time, doctors perform surgery while the child is still very young to alter the sexual genitalia to whatever seems the most appropriate for them, but my mom would not allow them to alter me in any way. So, I was born a little girl who just so happened to have the wrong plumbing downstairs. That is why I have real breasts, albeit small, but very real."

"Thanks Jules, I felt a little awkward asking. It's just that I really like you as a person, and the last thing that I want to do is to say something that might offend you or hurt your feelings. This whole thing is all new to me and I don't really know what to say or how to say it, but I just want you to know that if I do say something wrong or hurtful, that you know I didn't mean it."

We pulled up to a red light and Jules leaned across the seat, placed her hand against my cheek, and said, "Tracy, you are one of the kindest, most gentle men that I have ever met in my life. You are like a big, giant teddy bear. I hope that at the end of the week, when you head back home, that we can stay in touch. I know that I can't have you, but I'd still like to have you in my life, if that makes sense."

As I pulled through the light and got into the right lane to turn into the park, I stole a look across the cab at her beautiful, smiling face that was once again singing. She looked so happy. We wound our way through the park to the lots by the trails and found a spot close to the farthest trailhead. With the temperatures already in the mid-eighties, it didn't really surprise me that there were only a handful of vehicles over here at the trails. I'm sure most of the people were on the other side of the lake at the beaches.

I came around the back of the truck and came up behind Jules as she was retrieving our bottles of water from the cab and reached down and squeezed her sexy, little ass, which caused her to jump. She turned around facing me and said, "Slow down stud. Let's find a place a little more private than the parking lot before you start mauling me with those big bear paws." Then I leaned down and gave her a big kiss full on her lips. She looked so beautiful in the little sundress, and I couldn't help myself.

She reached over and slid her little hand into mine, and we started out the trail. The weather was perfect and the trail was very scenic as it skirted along the outer edge of the lake, and Jules and I had eased into gentle conversation. About twenty minutes into our walk, we came to a small break in the trees where we had an unobstructed view of the lake, and we stopped and sat down on a fallen tree to take in the view. Jules snuggled up beside me on the tree and leaned her body against mine. From our location, you could feel a nice steady breeze blowing in off the lake. I leaned my head down against hers, closed my eyes, and just took a minute to soak in the scents and the peace of the moment. I could smell the water from the lake, the wildflowers near the shore, the mossy smell of the woods, and the subtle smell of Jules' perfume.

When I opened my eyes back up, I could see the soft swell of her breasts down the front of the dress, and it was starting to cause a stir in my shorts. She must have sensed my increasing lust, because she turned her head up towards mine, stared into my eyes, and opened her mouth, silently begging to be kissed. It started out slow and gentle as I slid my tongue forward into her mouth and let it dance across her tongue and the inside of her mouth. Her hand moved up to greet my cheek and the kissing became more hungry and needy. The blood was beginning to fill the shaft of my cock and causing it to start tenting the front of my shorts, and I slid my left hand up under her skirt and firmly grabbed the front of her lace panties. I continued the frantic trail of kisses from her mouth to her cheek, and down to her delicate neck, and the top of her breasts, while I kept fondling and squeezing the bulge in her panties. Feeling it harden in my hand as I started stroking it through the lace. Through panting breaths, I looked into the soft pools of her eyes, seeing the same lust in them that burned in mine, and I said, "I need you, Jules."

In one fluid motion, I slid down to my knees and lifted the front of her frilly sundress. I could see the head of her dick sticking up above the hem of the soft, yellow lace of her panties, and I had to have her. I slid the panties down over her hips to her ankles, not even bothering to take them off completely, which freed her rock-hard member. With no warning, I slid forward and engulfed her entire penis all the way to the base in my hungry mouth and started sucking it hard up and down, which caused her to cry out. "OH MY GOD Tracy! Jesus that feels so fucking good baby."

I was torn between sucking her as hard and fast as I could until she exploded or taking my time and enjoying every second of pleasuring her. I opted to slow down and build her up to a more powerful orgasm. So, I started a nice slow bobbing, using my tongue all around the head and the underside of her shaft. I lowered my head down and started to gently lick and suck on her little balls at the same time I slobbered on my left index finger and slid it up inside of her tight puckered asshole and started to gently finger-fuck her. This brought on even more moaning and mewls of pleasure as she started to squirm.

"Oh Jesus, Tracy, you are driving me crazy. You are going to make me cum so hard baby. Please. Please take it back in your mouth love. I need to cum so bad. I want to fill that wonderful, hot, sexy mouth of yours. Please."

I slid my tongue all the way up the underside of her cock, causing it to jerk upwards, then allowed it to slip very slowly and wetly back into the warmth of my mouth. I buried my finger to the knuckle on every down stroke of her cock. She was reduced to a steady stream of moans and panting at this point, and when her petite legs started to shake, I knew that she was on the verge of having a very powerful orgasm. She started frantically fucking my lips with her throbbing, hard cock while my finger continued its assault on her tiny pucker. Just then, she stopped shaking, her body stiffened, and she started pumping her hot, white, thick, salty cum into my mouth with wanton abandon, while shouting "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" over and over. I had no choice but to swallow the first shot, but then I was able to make an 'O' with my lips and let the rest of her tasty load pool inside my mouth. When Her orgasm finally subsided and I no longer felt any more semen leaking from her spent cock, I raised my head, opened my mouth, and made a point of showing her the huge load pooled on my tongue, and then I let her watch me swallow the rest of it down my throat. When I looked back at the head of her cock, I could see a small stream leaking from the slit, and I stuck my tongue out and used it to lick the remnants of cum from the end while staring straight into her face. I pulled my finger from her backside, and stood up and kissed her deeply, through her panting and gasping.

"Oh, my god, Tracy. Holy shit. Less than twenty-four hours ago, you had never touched any other cock aside from your own, and you just gave me the hottest, sexiest, most phenomenal blowjob I've ever had. My legs are still shaking baby."

"I'm not sure what it is Jules, but you turn me on and make me hornier than I can remember being for a very long time. You make me want to please you", I said, as I unzipped the front of my shorts and struggled to fish my fat, hard-as-steel dick from its confines and out into the air. "I want you baby. I want to slide my big hard cock up inside you and feel your hot, tight ass wrapped around me as I fuck you!"

"You know just what to say to get to a girl's heart, love!"' she said, through laughter. "Take me Tracy. Nice and slow and deep. Slide that big fucking cock in me and fill me up so full baby." Then she reached down and grabbed a small tube of lube from the cooler and turned around and bent over the fallen tree, ass in the air, waiting to feel me slide inside of her.

I squirted a nice dollop of it on her little rosebud and used my finger to slide it in and out and get her nice and wet and ready, then I squirted a little more on the already swollen head of my dick and started slipping it up and down around the little pucker. I pushed gently on the slippery little hole and in I went with a pop. I inched further and further into her, feeling her stretch to accommodate my girth, until I was buried balls deep in that hot, tight, wet ass. I stayed like that for a few minutes to allow her to get used to my size, feeling her body sucking my cock from inside. Without warning, she leaned forward and then slammed back onto my rigid tool driving it back in and causing my eyes to roll back up into my head at the pleasure. I reached around her with one arm and grabbed her breast through the thin material and pulled her back against me, and she turned her head so I could push my tongue into her mouth in a passionate kiss while I continued slowly humping in and out of her lithe little body. Our tongues continued their ferocious battle as we enjoyed the slow, steady rhythm of our bodies. I gradually released her body allowing her to fall forward before reaching down and wrapping my arms around her thighs and lifting her up so that she was impaled fully on my hungry, throbbing cock. Her thin, tiny body was so light that I was easily able to lift her up and down while continuously thrusting in and out of her. I could feel my impending orgasm building down deep in my balls and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was emptying every last drop into her.

By this point, we were both reduced to a series of animal-like grunts and groans and moans, intent on reaching the end of this erotic dance of lust. As I neared my release, I leaned forward allowing her to grab the side of the tree, and I started hammering my cock in and out of her so hard that her feet were coming off the ground. I swear that everything went white and I saw stars as my cum blasted from the end of my swollen purple knob and started filling her up. She was so full that I could see it squeezing out of her gaping hole around my still thrusting shaft. I had nothing left, and I fell forward onto her back and we both ended up in a pile on the ground beside the tree laughing and moaning and panting loudly.

"Jesus, Tracy, that was fucking intense." She panted as she twisted around to wrap her arms around me and kissed me.

I opened my eyes finally and could see small tears escaping from her soft, beautiful eyes, and found myself a little confused and a little afraid that I had somehow hurt her. "Hey, are you ok Jules? Did I hurt you?"

"No, silly." She said while smiling and chuckling out loud. "They are tears of joy. You are more than I ever expected. You make me feel more desired and sexier than I ever thought I could feel. Every time that I feel like you couldn't possibly surprise me or make me feel more special, you manage to find a way to touch me inside."

I stood up, pulled my shorts back up, and then reached down and helped Jules to her feet so she could fix her clothes too. Then I walked over to the edge of the lake and sat down on a big rock outcropping. I helped Jules up beside me, where she nestled into my body, and buried her head against my chest. The breeze coming off the lake felt even more refreshing against our still sweaty bodies. It was utter peace and satisfaction to be there at that very moment and just 'BE'. It was the mirror still sea after the crashing waves of a storm. The afterglow. It was bliss.