Hello? Housekeeping...

Sometimes, life is just strange, and perhaps a bit amusing...

This morning, as we awakened here in our little beach hideaway, we got ready to play.  T woke up before we did, around 7 AM, and was off to reconnoiter and shop for some skim milk.  The place was quiet, and the ocean breezes were blowing softly through our window.  We were alone, and expected that we would be alone for a bit...  our little apartment is not supposed to have any housekeeping, although we can go exchange our soiled towels and linen for fresh anytime during the day. 

He started off with the kangaroo hide cat, and I found myself intrigued and fascinated by its falls across my skin.  The cat is a sharp implement, but not at all heavy, and beginning with that seemed to give me a "way into" the play that didn't send me into a full on panic in the first minutes.  He'd moved on to stroking with a knife when we heard some quiet knocking at the front door.  At first, we wondered if it really was OUR door, and then I think we both assumed it must be T returned from shopping. 

He grabbed His pants and was just pulling them on when the door opened, and a youngish woman of some sort of Latin background walked through our front door.  She was surprised, to put it mildly -- as were we.  She made a quick exit, and by the time He got out to the front porch, she had vanished.  He locked the front door, through the deadbolt, and put the chain on.  We milled around a bit, settling ourselves from the jarring interruption, and then we went back to it, beginning again. 

It turned out to be a very good session.  He has two new paddles, and both were brought out to play -- one is acryllic and the other is hickory.  He used a quirt, leaving some hot, red welts.  I flew off into that dreamy, distant, floaty place.  He wailed away, happily, and I think was glad to have me gone. 

I think vacationing is good for us.

swan