Sunday

What a good morning... she’s so sensual, I just can’t stop touching her all over when I’m lying next to her. Running my hands across her smooth skin, across her back, down her arms and across her smooth flat tummy. Kissing her, gently biting her lips and touching her tongue with mine. Running my warm hand up her neck, fingers in between her hair, she arches her back, and she loves every minute of it.
Finally we get up and have fruit and yoghurt on the balcony. It’s even hotter today. Pack a picnic and take the car to a small bay near Saltsjöbaden. Swim in the sea and have our picnic there. Lie on the grass and talk about us and what happens to us next, how to move forward. We decide we want to meet again, that’s good. Drive home and Caroline packs her bag. We lie on the bed and hug and caress each other; neither of us wants to get up to go to the airport. We drive to Arlanda. It’s hard to let go of her. Now she’s gone, but I’m already planning to travel to Köln to see her again.