a super sunday

We sipped champagne whilst gazing out at the city skyline, the sun moving towards the horizon, chatting idly about anything and everything, both of us in denial of the fact that we’ll probably never again do this together. We were fully intent upon milking the experience for every last drop of specialness that we could get. The restaurant was perfect, and lunch was nice, but even nicer is the fact that he doesn’t have much money so this was a big thing for him. He’s very sweet. I suspect this was his way of including me in his special treat, since he’s leaving soon to go back to his hometown soon. Later that evening we retired to my room to explore each other’s bodies for a few hours. We massaged, licked, caressed, sucked, tickled, spanked, bit and fucked until we were satisfied, then showered and dressed for a night out clubbing; where Fridays and Saturdays find the city full of tourists, Sundays and Mondays are for the locals. It’s nice to go out and know many of the waitresses, bar staff, security guys, door girls, club managers and owners, to be treated as friends instead of customers who bring in money to the club.

We started at a bar in town, then swung by another club to say hi before moving on to the small funky club that totally packs out with all the local hospitality crown on Sunday nights, with more people joining us along the way until we were a reasonably sized, very happy group. Sunday night is actually Friday night for many hospitality staff, it’s usually the start of their weekend with most days off falling between Mondays and Wednesdays. The music was excellent, we danced and laughed all through the night and into the early morning’s first light, then Si and I broke away from the group to take a walk along the beach. Even though he’s leaving in a few days, he assured me he’d like to be friends after he’s gone, which is something I would like as well. I dropped him off at his dad’s and went home to find S and M just arriving at our place after their shift. They were in high spirits, having had a busy night and apparently made a lot of money for themselves. Over a bottle of wine they regaled me with stories about some of the clients that had come in that night, and then it was all I could do to keep my eyes open so I retired to bed.