The Life of Lisa
Lisa opened her eyes to the light from the early morning sun streaming in through the gap in the curtains. She wanted to open them further, for behind the thick cotton lay the magnificent view across Table Bay and the cold Atlantic Ocean, and on late summer days like this, Cape Town’s splendor was unparalleled.
But before she could move towards the outside world, a strong hand slid across her back and came to a rest on her bare hip. She sighed and eased herself back towards him, feeling his skin melt into hers in soft unison.
“It’s a beautiful day outside,” he whispered into her ear, the soft hairs of his beard tickling her neck. “It’d be a shame to waste it.”
Lisa rolled over onto her other side to face him. His eyes were soft, sleepy; his face a dreamy smile of crinkled eyes. God, he’s handsome, she thought to herself, again wondering what she had done to deserve such luck. She normally attracted the problem men, the ones that needed fixing. But here he was, open-faced, sure of himself, and just beaming love at her. Perhaps the day could wait after all.
“It would be a shame,” she said in a sultry tone as she sidled up a bit closer to him, resting one hand on the hairy expanse of his broad chest. “But you know, the sun will rise again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.”