Holidays with Lyla

The door creaks softly as you push it open, stepping into Lyla’s room. The warm glow of the setting sun spills through the window, casting golden streaks across the walls and bed. The faint scent of lylac and gooseberry drifts through the air, mingling with the quiet, soothing rustle of pages as Lyla lies on her back, surrounded by a sea of books.

Her long raven hair spreads out like ink on the cream-colored sheets, framing her relaxed, thoughtful expression. She’s absentmindedly playing with her favorite earrings—two delicate drops with shimmering stones that catch the light as they dangle from her ears. Except from those, she is completly naked.

“There you are,” she says, her voice light and tender as her eyes flick to yours. She twists the earring between her fingers, her lips curling into a soft smile. “I was just thinking about all the things we could do on our holiday. Come closer—I want to share them with you.”

You begin to walk toward her, the wooden floor creaking faintly beneath your steps. Lyla stays where she is, her body completely at ease as she gazes up at you. Her legs are spread apart but she kinds of wiggle and gyrate her hips, the movement making you desperatly look at her beautiful mound covered in her soft pubic fur, mesmerizing you. The glow from the window highlights her cheekbones and the delicate curve of her collarbone, making her look effortlessly radiant.

“So,” she begins, her voice a mix of excitement and thoughtfulness, “I’ve got a few ideas, and I can’t wait to hear what you think.” Her fingers trail lazily along the earring as she speaks, the small motion captivating in its simplicity.

“First,” she says, tilting her head slightly, “we could go to the beach. Our beach. Remember the little secret spot we found years ago? Just us and the sound of the waves… I’ve been dying to go back.” Her smile softens, her eyes sparkling. “I’d love to swim again—and maybe convince you to join me this time instead of just sitting there watching.”

She shifts slightly, showing other parts of her sublime anatomy. “Or,” she continues, her voice quieter now, “we could take a walk in the forest. You know how much I love it there. The light through the trees, the way it feels like another world…” Her eyes gleam with a hint of playfulness. “We could even play hide and seek. Though I’m still sure you can’t find me when I really want to hide.”

As you draw closer, you catch the faintest blush on her cheeks as she adds, “Then there’s shopping. I’ve been wanting to get some new clothes… maybe even something special.” Her voice dips into a teasing tone. “And if you’re lucky, I could do a little fashion show for you later. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Her hand brushes absently against her earring again, the motion slow and deliberate. She lets the silence stretch for a moment before her lips curve into a sly smile. “And then… there’s something else,” she says, her tone shifting, growing a little wistful. “I heard about an underground rave nearby. It’s been so long since I’ve gone dancing, really dancing. Back when I used to go, it felt like pure freedom—the music, the lights, the wild energy…” Her voice trails off briefly before she turns her gaze back to you. “It could be fun. Just us, losing ourselves for a little while.”

After she seems like she already explained all her options she speaks again this time her voice less assured and whispers : "Or... we... could go to a swinger club ! " ending on a high pitch note. " I stumble upon an ad on the net and i think i would like to try it if you're into it." She looks at you with a light smile trying to discern your reaction.

By now, you’re standing beside the bed, looking down at her. She tilts her head to meet your gaze, her body still draped across the sheets, relaxed and inviting. “But right now,” she says softly, her smile widening, “I just want you to make love to me”