Living Single!

One nice thing about hosting – I was already home. So it was easy to throw the sheets in the dryer, and to put the other set in the wash. I laughed as I did – Kristi had squirted three times during what looked like an insane orgasm, and we’d changed the sheets after that. And we’d then proceeded to continue fucking madly all night, leaving huge wet spots all over the second set. I was still shaking my head at last night – Kristi was my massage therapist, and I’d gotten a massage after a crazy busy week of sex. When she’d asked me if I’d been working out particularly hard, I had laughed and said you could think of it that way, and said she should try it.

I hadn’t meant to create anything by saying it – I figured she must have a boyfriend or at least an FWB or two, but she’d laughed back and said that maybe she should – and asked if I was volunteering. I of course had said yes, and we’d met for happy hour on her day off, Tuesday, and proceeded to have an amazing night of sex. The one thing I needed to ask her was if she was protected at all – because I was ‘intact’ and had cum in her I don’t even remember how many times. Most of the women I’d had sex with were around my age – 46 – and so weren’t worried about getting pregnant at all – and most said they loved the feel of me cumming in them – feeling that shot of warmth, a few of them saying they could feel a little more pressure as well.

Anyway, we’d agreed to go out again the following Monday – they’d shifted her day off, so she had Sunday and Monday off now. As the washer and dryer hummed away, I moved downstairs, turned on some music to start my day (bonus points if you get the song lyric!) and started making breakfast, realizing I needed a trip to the food store.

As wanton and spectacular as last night had been, I kept drifting to thinking about Terri, the 5’4″ dynamo that I’d met completely randomly. I could feel myself drifting into her orbit – and vice-versa. She was… perfect. Smart, drop dead beautiful (and not just to me), witty, informed, and as insatiable as I was. Side note – I enjoyed sex so much that I’d once wondered if it counted as an addiction; I was relieved to read and hear that no, it did not – it never interfered with day to day life. Sex was my favorite activity, which made it a little awkward on the dating sites I’d been on – you can’t quite come out and say that.

Anyway, Terri was in DC for the week – I was picking her up at the airport on Friday after her trip got extended a day. And I figured Friday and Saturday would be spent with her, and that we’d maybe talk a little about what we were and where we were headed. Or not – I knew myself well enough to know it’d be hard to be with one person – I enjoyed meeting new people too much. But Terri was the first woman I’d met who made me even think of it. Well, first single woman. I’d had a few thoughts along that line about Lauren, who was one of the married women I’d met and been out with. And though she’d dropped hints of being dissatisfied with her husband, she’d never referenced leaving him, let alone wanting to be with me.

Anyway, I made coffee and breakfast, kept the laundry going, remaking the bed and putting the other set of sheets away in the linen closet. There wasn’t much to clean up in the living room – just our drink and water glasses, all of which were still half full. I settled into some work, and was able to knock out a couple of those annoying little work projects that can just hang on and irritate, like a bad mosquito bite.

About midway through the day, my phone tinged with a message from Lauren. “BP at 7?

“Sounds good!” I added the devil emoji and the kiss emoji.

And got the same back. I smiled, considered the time, and put an overnight bag together. We were going to be spending the night at the Brown Palace on my dime – I’d lost a bet with her. She’d bet me that I’d end up fucking her neighbor – the one who we’d run into while we were out – and I’d bet that her neighbor would be too uptight. Obviously Lauren knew her neighbor better than my gut reaction, because not only had we fucked with abandon – once she’d gotten past the ‘first time not with her husband of 14 years’ – she’d asked if we could do it again. Packed, I put the bag by the door to the garage and knocked out some more work stuff, leaving myself time to shower, shave, etc.

I drove down to the Brown Palace and paid the $52 to valet park overnight. It was going to be an expensive night – so what the hell. I got there about 630, checked in, and went up to drop my bag in the room. I’d gotten one of the classic king rooms, so there was a king size bed (duh, right?), a beautiful marble bath with a marble shower, and a sitting area by the windows. I closed the linen curtains but left the blackout ones open – the linen curtains screened us a little but still let in the waning daylight.

I went down to the Ship Tavern and got a table, texting Lauren to say where we were. She arrived a little before 7 looking just amazing. She was wearing a little black dress that hugged her beautiful curves but still left enough to the imagination, with a pair of low heels and, it looked like, black fishnet stockings or hose. I was glad I’d dressed up at least a little – I’d pulled on a pair of dress slacks with a sport jacket, which was probably my best look – casual but still somewhat dressy – and it was also comfy.

Thank goodness my eyes bulged out of my head – she saw it and smiled her megawatt smile, and I could see and feel a lot necks snapping around to drink in the view of her.

I stood up at the table and moved to hug her, apparently a little tongue-tied, which was NOT a common occurrence for me.

“So I look OK?” she asked, knowing full well what I thought of her, and, I was pleased to see, that she knew the answer no matter what anyone else would think. I love confidence in a woman!

“Wowow… you look fantastic.”

She smiled. “We haven’t been able to dress up anywhere, so I figured this would be a good time to go for it – let you see me all cleaned up.”

And while comparisons are, as Oscar Wilde is reputed to have said, ‘odious,’ she looked every bit as amazing as Terri had the night we’d met.

“Thank you for taking the time – you look… completely spectacular. Can I just stare at you all night?”

She laughed. “Of course! But I kinda hope we can get around to other things,” winking at me.

“Oh, I think you’re safe on that one! But good god, woman, you are worth staring at!”

She laughed again. “Well, thank you! That’s kinda what I was going for. And you look great yourself!”

I took her hand as we sat, and managed a “thanks!” as I literally just stared.

Our waitress came over and we ordered cocktails, before looking at the menu.

“I’m not all that hungry – like to split a couple of apps?” she asked.

“Sure, but I’m going to get some steak – I think I might need the protein,” giving her an exaggerated once-over with my eyes, just drinking her in. We’d been naked together a bunch of times, so I had a very good idea of what she looked like under that stunning LBD, but I hadn’t seen her dressed to the nines before. Wow.

She chuckled. “Good idea – you’ll need it,” she said with a wink.

I realized she wasn’t wearing her wedding set, and as I felt her fingers there wasn’t much of an impression – like she’d had them off for a while.

Another laugh – “I had to laugh when I checked in and they said ‘Welcome to the Brown Palace, Mrs. Martin. I actually looked over my shoulder to see who they were talking to. Took me a second…”

My turn to laugh. “Well, glad you laughed and weren’t mortified. Seemed like the easiest way to go.”

“Yeah, it was funny. And no, not mortified. So used to being called ‘Mrs. Tully’ it was nice to hear something different.”

“Well, good. They take your bag up?”

She nodded. “Yep. Thanks for setting it up, by the way.”

Our drinks arrived and we lifted them, toasting each other and to a night of endless possibilities.

We ordered food, and kept chatting, just enjoying each other. It was indescribably nice being out – really out – with her, and said so.

She nodded agreement. “I’ve wanted to since we started.” She paused thoughtfully. “I feel… liberated and free and… respected when I’m with you.”

I was flattered. “Thank you,” I said softly. “That makes me feel… great.”

She nodded again. “And I haven’t gotten that from Trev in a long time. We’ve actually got to a financial planner working on separating assets. I’d always figured I’d get super depressed, but quite the opposite – like, excited. I don’t think I realized how… oppressed I felt after a while. And him too.”

I spoke softly. “Are you actually divorcing?”

She held my eyes. “Yep. Unless I’d get screwed property-wise, which seems unlikely. Sell the house, get something smaller that still has room for the kids when they’re back from college.” Her youngest (of two) was headed to college in the fall.

I must have gaped a little, because she went on, “It’s been a long time coming, and we both knew it, we just didn’t quite know how to articulate it to each other. Communication got harder and harder the longer we were together.”

“Wow, I had no idea. I know you’ve hinted at… dissatisfaction, but didn’t know it ran that deep.”

“Oh, been there for years. We’ve bounced the idea around for years, just got there when realized our younger son was headed to college in the fall, so there wasn’t any need to stick together. Sorry if that drags down the mood!”

I shook my head. “Oh, no – not at all. Just surprised. And don’t know whether to say ‘condolences’ or ‘congratulations.’ I’d lean to congrats based on how you framed it, but probably both.”

She actually laughed. “You are just too fucking sweet. Sure, some of both, but I’ll take the ‘congrats’ one. And yeah, I know I wasn’t very talkative about it all – I just wanted to leave it all behind when I’m with you and enjoy the time with you.”

I smiled. “Thanks. Feel free to share whatever, whenever. Just know I’m always interested.”

Our food arrived, and we ate with gusto. It was as good as you’d expect at one of the nicest hotels in the state. I let my hand drift to her leg and hold it, feeling her hand move to mine. And I felt my heart leap – my god, this felt like a real date. Actually, more accurately, it felt like being out while in a real relationship. I loved it.

And my brain was going a million miles an hour. I’d said before that if she were single, she’d have been the one I’d have gone after. Well, before meeting Terri, at least. And that might actually be possible now. Yikes.

She paused for a moment and took a sip of wine. “Just occurred to me – hope you don’t think I ‘expect’ anything from you.”

“No, no worry there. I feel like I know you well enough to know you’d have gotten to where you and Trevor are on your own, and that you’re making the right decision for yourself on your own. And you’re way too smart to do anything like get divorced without a lot of thought.”

She looked relieved. “Yeah, like I said, it’s been a long time coming. Pretty common from what I’ve read. People get to their 40s or 50s, kids are grown, look around, and realize they’ve grown in different directions even though they’ve lived together. That’s part of it. And another part was that my sex drive took off and his slowly decreased. I think I remember telling you that the first time we met?” – I nodded – “And I realized it really was an important part of life for me. Too important, sometimes.” She chuckled.

We’d finished dinner by now, and the bottle of wine, and turned down dessert. I was going to have the waitress add the check to the room, but Lauren snatched the leather check binder the instant the waitress put it on the table, and slipped a platinum AmEx in it, putting it down on the table as far from me as it could get.

She shook her head – “You got the room. The least I can do is get dinner.”

“Well, thank you! It was delicious!” As much as I wanted her naked, I wasn’t quite ready after that dinner. And I relished the idea of being out. “Should we venture out for a nightcap? Truth to tell, I’d kinda like to be seen with you.”

She laughed. “You bet. I need to digest a little anyway. Where to?”

That was a good question. I didn’t know many places downtown any more, so we wound up walking out of the hotel and finding an Earl’s Kitchen and Bar. It was busier than I’d expected for a Wednesday night, but looked like a good crowd. We managed to score a cocktail table, and ordered drinks from a really pretty cocktail waitress, so pretty that Lauren commented on her.

We had a good time flirting with each other, people watching, and stretched our drinks out, watching as people drifted in and out, a few seemingly new couples forming and leaving, with little doubt as where they were headed. And we had a lot of glances thrown our way, with a few people seeming to think about approaching us even if none did.

Lauren’s eyes sparkled and she leaned over to me, kissing me hard, surprising me a little that she was in such a public space, and then I was responding, kissing her back hard. She broke away, her eyes still sparkling, and said, “OK, take me to bed…”

If it had been just me, I’d have run back to the hotel, and even though Lauren couldn’t quite run in her medium height heels we managed to make it back to the hotel pretty quickly. We slowed down to walk through the lobby, elevator and hallway, me extracting my phone and unlocking the door.

We stepped in, and slowly reached for each other. We kissed a long, slow, ohmigod kind of kiss that was indescribably sweet, and then another, and I could feel my knees buckle. For real.

I reached up and brushed her hair off of her face, and reached to her back, my hands running up and down her body, squeezing her to me, and then reaching the zipper of her LBD, undoing it oh so slowly, feeling her breathe in, reaching inside my sport jacket, unbuttoning my shirt, slowly, reaching my belt, undoing it, reaching for the button of my slacks, slowly releasing the zipper, feeling them fall to my ankles, her hand now slowly caressing my cock through my thin cotton bikini briefs.

I finished undoing her zipper, and pushed her dress down and off of her, shrugging off my jacket and shirt once I had. She was naked before me, save for her black fishnet stockings. She reached for my briefs, pushing them down, feeling me step out of my slacks and briefs, fondling my cock, and then we were kissing again, our eyes both on fire, as our tongues met and slowly explored each other again, gently, oh so gently, and somehow we were at the bed.

We lay down, me lying on top of her, aching to take her but knowing there was no rush, and we kept slowly kissing, both of us breathing hard as we did. It felt like we were in slow motion, and I moved down to kiss and suck her beautiful breasts, biting down on her rock hard nipples and feeling her quiver, and then her legs were opening and her hand was guiding me to her. I broke off from those beautiful breasts and moved back to kiss her and so we could see others’ eyes as we coupled. And as we coupled, our mouths broke apart and our eyes blazed – I could see hers, and knew mine were as well.

Our bodies moved together, creating passionate arabesques as we moved, each trying to maximize the pleasure of the other, our bodies urgently joining the other, merging into one. And after who knows how long, we were both reaching the point of no return, then orgasming so intensely together that I literally couldn’t tell where my body ended and hers began, feeling her cum all over my cock as I filled her womb with stream after stream of warm semen, painting the inside of her white, and then we were clutching each other as we shook, finally and slowly coming down, muscles quivering, slowing, stopping, and then we were back.

“Wowow… ” was all I could manage.

“Uhhhhhhhnnnnnnn…” was it for her.

We lay like that for a while, and then I moved off of her, to her side, feeling her release her grip on me reluctantly. I snuggled up next to her, a hand cupping her breast, and she sighed with contentment.

“God, what do you do to me?” she murmured. “I get totally lost with you.”

“Mmmmm… same for me. You just… transport me. Magic.” She was, too.

“Mmmmm… I know what you mean. You make me so feel so… free and strong and powerful and loved – it’s a little overwhelming sometimes. I just crave your touch, lips, cock, cum… ” She laughed a little bit. “Did I just say that?”

“You did. All good things.”

“All true. I love being in a meeting and feeling a little bit of you leak out, and smiling inwardly because no one else knows. Even if there’s a good chance that someone else is having the same kind of feeling.”

“Oh? You can tell if another woman is leaking?” I was being something of a smartass, or at least I thought I was.

“Oh, not for most, but I can tell with the women that work with me.”

“Interesting. So they can probably tell with you?”

“Probably. At this point, I don’t really care if someone can tell I’ve had sex.”

“Yeah, I can relate to that!”

She turned serious again. “Anyway, that was just… I don’t have the words. I couldn’t tell where I stopped and you started.”

“That’s exactly how I felt – it felt like we shared one giant orgasm.”

She nodded, her eyes brightening. “That’s a good description – exactly right.”

We kissed softly. And then again. And again, but harder. And then she was rolling me on my back, and running her dripping sex across my cock, bringing me back, feeling me harden again, smiling, pushing back, her fingers guiding me, then slowly pushing back to take all of me into her. I started to move, but she pushed my arm down and rocked back, now straddling me, impaling herself on me, her beautiful tits in full view, gently moving in time with her rocking, and picking up speed, sliding around on me, feeling the earliest rumblings of orgasm building in her, feeling my balls start to fill again, willing them back down, watching her ride me, loving the feel of my cock inside her, literally sloshing, and suddenly we were both one again.

We came together again, and it was hard to tell where my body stopped and hers started. We both cried out as we came, and I felt her flood my cock a second before I came deep inside her, again flooding her womb with warm, sticky semen, feeling one pulse seemingly shoot straight into her cervix, millions more sperm on one mindless mission. And felt her squeezing me, like she was trying to get every drop, keeping herself impaled on me as far as she could, then rolling off and pulling her legs up to her chest, that classic “get pregnant” position again, a trickle of fluid coming from her.

She held that for a few minutes and then stretched out next to me, a sheepish look on her face. “Did I just do the “get pregnant” thing with my legs?”

I chuckled. “You did. Lost a little, but kept most in. I didn’t know you wanted to start over.”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t know what that was. Probably impossible anyway considering how old I am.”

“Oh, age is just a number… and I’m still intact, so not impossible, even if that’s honestly not on my list of things to do. Although if we had met years ago… ”

She laughed. “Y’know, that’s damn romantic.” Her cheeks were still flushed (and I’m sure mine were as well). “Is that something you worry about?”

“No – I remember we touched on it once, and you basically said not to worry.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I was basically just going off the idea I’m a little too old. Not protected otherwise. Are you OK with that?”

I nodded. “Just adds a little excitement, don’t you think?”

She laughed. “Well, I do like living on the edge… ”

“Oh, good. And if anything happens we’ll figure it out,” I said. “I’m not a fan of worrying about something that’s very unlikely.”

She smiled. “That’s good, because there’s no way I’d give this up.” She reached for me to underline her point.

I saw the clock out of the corner of my eye – it was already 3:50 AM. Wow. We had a spent a LOT of time coupled. The next thing I knew there was a soft mouth and set of lips on my cock, the earliest beginnings of daylight starting to light the sky, and I looked down to see Lauren taking my fully erect cock all the way into her mouth and throat. We both loved oral, but it seemed like we always wanted to get to cock in cunt, to put it colloquially. I was not a man who came easily from oral – don’t ask me why. Lauren had managed it a couple of times, but this wouldn’t be one of them – when I came, I wanted it to be deep inside her. It almost felt like my body had taken our talk about protection as a challenge – even if I really didn’t want to start over as a parent.

She seemed to feel the same way, because as she saw my eyes open she crawled up next to me and pulled me onto her, her lips gently kissing mine, her hand guiding me for the instant it took my cock to find her, entering her, that magic feeling of our bodies merging again. Our bodies thrashed together, an altogether more animal coupling, and I bit down on her nipples as her fingers clawed at my ass, again trying to hold me in deep, and I felt myself erupting into her again, pulse after pulse, deep into her unprotected womb, the knowledge that she was open turning me on that much more, making me cum just that little bit more, and feeling as if her orgasm had been just as intense as mine.

She recovered a little faster than I did this time. “Mmmmm… I love feeling you cum in me… it’s like my body saying ‘yes, breed with him.”

I took a deep breath. “I know what you mean – it felt like my body was saying the same thing. Crazy.”

“I can’t believe I did the ‘get pregnant’ position earlier. That was totally unthinking – and haven’t done since getting pregnant with my son (her younger child).”

“Oh, I just think you like having my cum in you,” I said, chuckling. “And that’s good, because there’s nothing better than cumming in you.”

She laughed. “Well, duh.” She laughed again. “You might just turn me into your very own cum slut. Wait, did I just say that out loud?”

I laughed back. “You did. That’d be OK with me!”

She laughed again. “OK, so now that that’s out there… how would you feel about going out, seeing me dressed in a slutty outfit, and pretending to be picking me up?”

“I like it. Where are you thinking? Like Golden? Farther out?”

She thought for a minute. “Actually, I guess it doesn’t matter. I think there’s a part in every girl that wants to be a total slut. You’d go for it?”

“Are you kidding?” Of course I would.

“Oooohhh, what else?”

Hmmmmm… how far would this go? “I don’t know what you think of it, but I’d lovelovelove for someone to watch us.”

Her eyes got hungry at that. “Ohmygod – I have always wanted to be watched. Trevor and I tried it a couple of times, but it wound up feeling just weird.” She went on, “Who’d be watching? Would they join in?”

“I’d say that’d be more up to you – prefer man, woman, couple…?”

She thought for a second. “I know exactly how we do that.” She smiled a little conspiratorial smile.

I was intrigued. “Oh, do tell!”

She thought for a second, blushing, and she managed to say, “Oh, you know too.”

I thought for a second, but came up empty, and shook my head, cocking it at her.

She looked up at the ceiling with a “I can’t believe it” look. “Easy. We invite Julie over. And that way, I can watch the two of you also.”

Lauren was right – I should have known. And it would work – I’d fucked Julie once at Lauren’s urging, and I’d happily do it again, as long as Lauren didn’t mind. “Damn. You’re right… ”

Lauren laughed. “See? OK, next week? Just the idea is making me even hornier than I already am – and I didn’t think that was possible.”

“Uh, sure. My house?”

She nodded. “I’ll text her later. She’ll love it – like I said, she wants another ‘special massage’ from you. So this works all the way around. And if she wants to join in with us, I’d be all for it. You?”

“Sure. As long as you’re good with it… ”

She rolled her eyes again. “Just make sure most of your cum ends up impregnating me.”

“I think I can safely promise you that. You really think Julie will go for it?” I was curious because Julie had been somewhat reticent to start.

“Believe me – she’ll come running.”

“Ahhhh… I have a sense that you two may have swapped some fantasies?

She grinned. “Well, maybe… ”

We managed one more round before she had to head out to be on a work call. And as I drove home, I shook my head – this was really getting crazy. I was going to have to start to decline invitations – which sounds ridiculous but was true. And it seemed Lauren was now more willing to be seen in public together, and to share more of what she’d like to try that we hadn’t.

Part of me was glad that Terri had been held over a day for work, even if the bigger part of wasn’t. I could use the break! So I did a ton of paper type work Friday waiting for her flight. I was following it on Flightaware, and saw that it was delayed. Right as I saw that, she texted.

“Flight delayed. Sorry. More when I know more.”

“I saw. Dammit! Tracking flight.”

A few minutes later, a new text: “Best estimate is 2 hours. If that’s too late I’ll get a car service.”

“I’ll be there… ”

“OK. Thanks.”

Well, her flight wound up being 2.5 hours late, which got it in about 8:30, and it was 9 before she came up the escalator, looking pissed and happy at the same time – a difficult look to pull off.

“Hi!” I said. “I am glad to see you!”

She gave me a cursory hug and peck on the lips. “Hi yourself. Thanks for getting me. Can we get the hell out of here?”

“You bet.” We made our way to my parked car and climbed in, paid the parking fee, and were off.

She was quiet the whole trip, and when we got to her house she threw the door open, dropped her travel bag, and went upstairs, saying “Down in a minute.”

I sat on the couch. Rough flight?

I heard bathroom sounds, and then she was coming back downstairs. She’d changed into what looked like comfortable yoga pants and top. She walked over to me, pulled me to my feet, and hugged me, her head on my chest.

“Sorry to be so bitchy at the airport and on the ride – it was really nice of you to pick me up,” she said softly.

“Of course. Rough flight?”

“Oh, the flight was fine once it got off the damn ground. I was just mad that I had to stay an extra day – that hasn’t happened in a while – and then the flight was late, and all I wanted to do was feel you curled up next to me last night. Oh, and then my cycle started. Perfect.”

“Missed you last night too. As for the rest, hey, it’s in the past. We’re here now.”

“Yeah, I know… I just needed to vent. Still pissed at missing last night with you.” She gave a short bark of a laugh. “I was surprised at how much – I’m not used to feeling that. And I’m glad you’re here now.”

“Me too. Sometimes have to embrace the suck, as the saying goes in the Army.”

She actually laughed a little. “Yeah, I know. But dammit! I haven’t felt like that in a long time. What is it about you?”

“You really want to know?”

She bit. “Yeah, actually.”

“You really like me. And you know I really like you.”

She was caught short. “Yeah, you’re right. I was more frustrated and angry last night then I’ve been in years. I finally meet this nice guy who gets more interesting every time and I have to give up a night with him because some asshole in NY can’t do a fucking spreadsheet correctly. If I could fire them on my own I would. But not in my group.”

“Yep, I can understand that.”

“OK, I vented. Thanks for listening. Sorry I won’t be much fun tonight – I understand if you don’t want to stay.”

I was taken aback. “What? Do you not want me to stay?”

She shook her head. “No, no, no, no – I’d love for you to stay. But I understand if you don’t want to – between my being pissy and being on my period.”

“No, I’m staying – I missed you too. I’d be happy just holding you all night.”

“Really?” It was like she really wanted to believe but part of her just couldn’t quite. Yet.

“Yeah, really. Come on, let’s go.”

So we spent the night, and our desire for each other overcame her slight reluctance to coupling while on her period. We put down towels, and went slow and easy and sweetly – and it was awesome in its own way. We wound up needing to shower – surprise, right? – and for the first time I got to lather up her body and hug and kiss and fondle her as warm water sprayed down on us. It was heavenly. And she melted as I fondled her while lathering her up. She had a double size shower – like I said, her house is nicer than mine – and so it was easy to both be together and then to rinse off separately.

We’d been pretty careful about staying on the towels, so the bed was unmarked. And we both dozed off, holding each other, her beautiful soft black hair on my shoulder. When we woke up, at about the same time, we both laughed a little and started moving – making breakfast, putting my clothes together, her starting a load of laundry – and it felt… nice. Comfortable. Even, dare I say, normal.

As I was leaving, she asked if I still wanted her to come over that night. Of course!

We spent the day apart, and I spent part of it getting ready for her coming over. I made dinner, we watched Netflix (or Prime?) for a while, and then she stood, telling me to take her to bed.

It was a repeat of the night before – put towels down and everything was fine – though it seemed as if her period accentuated her sense of touch – she seemed a bit more sensitive, and seemed to orgasm even harder when I came in her – which I hadn’t even thought was possible. There was just something about her that made me want her so badly it hurt, and to also claim her for myself – which was real ‘monkey brain’ thinking – she was not someone to be ‘claimed.’ And I don’t mean it in that crude sense – a huge part of me wanted to shout out to the world “Yes! We are together!”

We did our usual breakfast, and sat on the couch, me still naked, her just wearing a pair of panties. We lazed through a couple Sunday morning shows, and that seemed to be her usual cue to leave. And as she was getting ready to leave, I asked if she’d like to get together again that night.

She smiled. “I would LOVE to. And I get the message. But I need to take today to recover a little bit and mostly to get work done for tomorrow.”

I nodded. “Yep, I understand.”

Before I could get any further, she jumped in. “But how would you feel about saying Thursday is our night?”

She waited, and actually seemed a bit nervous about suggesting something ongoing.

“I’d love it. Let’s do!”

She smiled that radiant smile – the first time I’d seen it that weekend. “Good. And save Saturday nights also? As long as we don’t have kid or work stuff.”

Now she was talking. “You bet. I like being with you – in bed and out. Just hope you can tell.”

I thought she might come back with a wiseass, self-deprecating line, but instead smiled and said, “Yeah, me too. That was a big reason I was so pissed about this last trip – I’d kinda gotten used to Thursday nights with you, and not to have it was a huge drag.” She shook her head. “Listen to me. What’s it been, like four Thursdays and then we miss and I’m having a tantrum like a toddler.”

I smiled. “I can’t say I did the tantrum bit, but it felt weird not being with you. OK, so Thursday about 7?”

She smiled again. “You bet. And you know, it’s OK to text me a little more… ”

“Good to hear. I’ll try that… ”

And then she was out the door, getting in her car, and waving out the window as she drove off.

Well. That was promising! We at least had one planned night together, and more likely two – as neither of us had much kid stuff or work stuff to deal with on a Saturday night. And as I reveled in the thought, another thought ran through my mind – this was the absolute best streak of sex I’d ever had. I’d had other good runs, but nothing like this.

I cleaned up, went for a bike ride, and then dove in to a bunch of work, getting a surprising amount done. I’d take a break once in a while to text – Lauren, who was indescribably excited about Wednesday, because her neighbor Julie had agreed, Kristi, just to say hi and confirm Monday at her house, Jill, the runner, who asked if Friday could work, and one from Tracie and Angie, just asking if I were open to getting together again – we hadn’t been able to since that first wild night of truth or dare. I replied back to Tracie and Angie saying that was the silliest question I’d gotten all week, and getting smilies back, followed by “Friday?”

“Sign me up! Going ‘camping’ again?”

I got a row of the big grin emoji back. Holy shit – I was now lined up for every night this week except Tuesday. Yikes. And I suddenly realized I’d just double-booked Friday. Oops. I’d have to figure that out.

Monday at 6 I rolled up to Kristi’s house. She was waiting at the door and kissed me hard as I walked in. I reached back for her, and she broke away – “Sorry, cooking!”

She was making a chicken curry, and it smelled delicious. She had a nice house – I was a little surprised a massage therapist could afford it, and said so.

“Yep, I know. My grandparents left me some money, and I used some of it as the down payment. And I refi when it makes sense – down to 2.5%! I’d be paying to live somewhere anyway, and this way I’m kinda paying myself.”

I was impressed – that showed a lot of financial savvy. We sat down to eat, and I was impressed again – it was terrific. Just the right admixture of sweet, spice, and bulk. She was pleased. I’d brought a couple bottles of wine, and we opened one for dinner.

We finished, and I helped her do the dishes, which she knocked out quickly. We moved to the L shaped couch in the living room, and chatted and snuggled as something played on Netflix. We had just turned to kiss when we heard footsteps and then the key in the door, and then her roommate was walking in.

“Hey Megan!” Kristi said as she walked in.

“Hey,” was the reply. She cocked her head at me, waiting on an introduction.

“Megan, meet Bob. Bob, meet Megan – my awesome roommate.”

She was really pretty – like, REALLY pretty. Like, stunning. Shorter than Kristi at 5’6″, and a little more rounded – I’d have guessed her bust was bigger than Kristi, and it looked like her legs and butt were a touch fuller – a little curvier than Kristi, which was a good look. And she had an undeniable sexiness about her. Kristi had said her roommate would be out, and I think she was surprised to see her.

“Bad date?” Kristi asked.

Megan laughed and sat down on the end of the sofa, undoing her sandals and tossing them to the mat by the door. “Yeah, you could say that. Went out with Sam – fourth time out. I thought this might be the time we actually connected. He must have just assumed – because he got all grabby, and when I said to stop he got more aggressive. So I left.”

“Good for you,” I said. “I know you didn’t ask, but exactly right.”

Kristi nodded. “Yeah, I hate that – guy feels like he can paw you because it’s the night for sex. You OK?”

Megan nodded. “Oh, yeah, fine. A little disappointed, a little mad, but that’s OK.”

Kristi jumped up to hug her. And went into the kitchen. “Were you able to eat, at least?”

Megan laughed. “Hardly. We got through half our drink and that’s when he started getting grabby – boob, leg, he was trying to get up my shorts, for fuck’s sake. And if he’d been a little more… subtle I probably would have let him. Good looking guy. Oh well!”

Kristi came out of the kitchen with a bowl of curry and a glass of wine. “Here. Sit. Eat. Drink. We were just watching Netflix – I don’t even know what.”

“Thanks,” Megan said. “Don’t let me interrupt your night – I can take this downstairs if you want.”

“Oh, don’t be silly,” I said. “Hang out for a while.” I got an approving squeeze from Kristi.

So Kristi and I drank a little wine, Megan ate and drank, and we talked for a while, Kristi noticing Megan rubbing her shoulder. “Tight?”

Megan chuckled as she realized what she was doing. “You have no idea.”

Kristi motioned her over. “Here. Sit. Wait – better idea. Face me – Bob’s had massage training too, and he’ll be stronger.”

Megan looked at her gratefully. “OK.” And turned to me. “Thanks in advance.”

I grinned at her. “Well, Kristi’s better, but happy to try!”

Megan sat with her back to me, and I started with the same open I’d used on Kristi. Then I ran my open hands up and down her back before starting to actually massage her, starting just above her bra strap and working my way up. Her shoulders were indeed tight. Megan moaned a surprisingly sexy moan as I worked her shoulders, and Kristi grinned.

“Oh, sweetie,” Kristi said, seeing me trying to work around Megan’s bra straps. “Can you lose the bra?”

I felt as much heard Megan say, “Sure.” And she proceeded to unhook and remove her bra, pulling it out a sleeve in the maneuver that men never quite got over or understood how.

That made it that much easier to work on her shoulders and upper back, even if it was tempting to do what I’d done with Kristi the first time we’d gotten together – which was to slowly reach around to play with her breasts. That somehow didn’t seem appropriate, so I just worked down her spine as far as I could, then back up, over shoulders, up and down her arms, moving up her neck. And as she watched, Kristi nodded occasionally, making the occasional comment like “good work” or “stronger there” or “lightly!”

The last as I worked up Megan’s neck and started to gently massage her scalp, drawing a deeper moan and a bigger grin from Kristi. I closed out with my hands centered on her back, and then gave her a gentle tap.

“Wow, that felt great,” Megan said, and Kristi laughed.

“Yeah, I could kinda tell,” she said, pointing to Megan’s chest, where her nipples had come erect and were straining against the thin cotton of her t-shirt.

I would have expected Megan to blush, but she didn’t, just laughing and saying, “Yeah, I know. As close as I’ll come tonight!” And, turning to me, “Thank you – that felt really great.”

“My pleasure! Hope it helped.”

Megan nodded. “Oh yeah. OK, let me finish my wine and I’ll leave the two of you together.”

We chatted for a little while longer, and then Megan indeed moved up to her room.

Her door closed, and Kristi laughed. “Thanks for doing that. She looked like she needed it. She was expecting to get laid tonight. Kinda like her roommate!”

I laughed, and saw Megan’s bra still on the couch. “Shall we?”

Kristi grinned. “Oh yeah… ”

We also went upstairs, and Kristi led me to the bedroom at the end of the hall. She pointed – Megan’s room, her room, bath, office. We made it to her room and closed the door, turning to each other and kissing – slowly and lasciviously. She pulled my shirt off and returned to kissing me, and I could feel her nipples pushing through her cotton t-shirt. She reached down and undid my shorts, pushing them down, and stroked my cock through my underwear before hooking a finger in it and pulled it down and off, leaving me naked in front of her. She kissed her way down, kneeling in front of me, her fingers just grazing my cock, and I felt her exhale on my tip before her tongue came out and grazed me.

She kept that up – barely there pressure with her fingers, and similarly light touch with her tongue, and was driving me wild before she took me into her mouth, making my knees buckle for a split second. I could feel the warmth and wet of her mouth, and her tongue moved slowly around me as she fingered my balls and stretched back toward my ass. I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat and turn downward slightly, surprised and impressed to feel her not gag at all but to urge me in even deeper, feeling her saliva soaking me, and then she was pulling me out, my cock reacting to the cool air of her room before she slowly took me in again, her eyes locked on mine and giving away a hint of how she enjoyed the power to make my knees buckle.

And while her mouth and throat and tongue and lips felt stunningly good, I wanted my cock in her pussy again. So I reached down and the took the neckline of her t-shirt and pulled up, gathering it, feeling her pull that amazing mouth off my cock, lifting her shirt off and dropping it, pulling her up to me, loving the feel of her nipples on my chest, pushing her shorts down and off, showing off her hairless golden triangle and pussy, and then we were backing up towards her bed, almost falling on it since it was so low to the ground, and I was mounting her, her fingers guiding me until she felt me sinking into her, impaling her, that beautiful tight pussy squeezing and drenching me as I took her.

And I finally remembered – “A little late, but is it ok to cum in you?”

She was able to sort of pant back, “yeah… iud… cum in me… ”

So I did. We came together, her shrieking out as her orgasm claimed her, and she tried to grab a pillow to smother her shriek. I cried out as well as I came, filling her tight young fertile pussy with my semen, pulse after pulse of sticky white ropes, again painting her womb white. It seemed like it took a long time to come down from every orgasm with her, but we eventually did, managing to kiss each other softly and then harder as we both spun up again.

We managed a second round, me again planting my seed deep in her, flooding her womb, thankful she was protected as I managed one shot that felt like it was directly into her cervix. Once we recovered, she nodded and murmured, “That’s what I want to feel… that shot of warmth and tingling when you cum in me… it is awesome.” And she promptly dozed off.

I followed her in dozing off, and woke up needing water and the bathroom. I gently opened the door and made the turn to the bathroom, using it, and then padded down to the kitchen, to the cabinet where I’d seen Kristi get water glasses. I took the biggest one I saw, filled it from the tap, and drank it down, refilling it and taking another big swallow, refilling it again.

I had just made it up the stairs and taken a step toward Kristi’s room when I heard a door open and saw Megan step out towards the bathroom. She turned toward me, I think expecting to see Kristi and to say hi, and her mouth opened a little as she saw me. I realized I was still naked – it hadn’t occurred to me to put anything on – and that my cock was still covered in Kristi and my combined juices, now dry, and was still somewhat firm. Making it even funnier was that she was naked as well – apparently she’d had the same bathroom need and hadn’t thought to put anything on, maybe forgetting that her roommate had a man over.

I didn’t know have a clue as to how she’d react – duck back into her room? Dash to the bathroom? Neither, as it turned out. Her face was blank for a second, and then she smiled. “Nice cock,” she said, locking her eyes on it for a moment. “No wonder Kristi was so loud,” she added with a twinkle in her eye.

For my part, I was a bit frozen. So I just stood there, took a sip of water, and eyed her up and down. “Nice tits,” I said. “It was tough not trying to play them when you took your bra off.”

“You should have. Kristi was trying to get you to.”

That was news to me. “Really.”

We had moved a step closer to each other, our voices as low as we could make them. “Why do you think she wanted me to take my bra off?”

“Well, it does make it easier to… ”

She laughed and took another step toward me, so that we were now right next to each other, my cock stiffening against every bit of willpower I had, and her nipples hardening as we stood there. And as she stepped, she reached out and took my cock in her hand, squeezing, giving me a thoughtful look.

“Yep, that IS nice… ” she murmured as she squeezed and stroked me, with me not wanting to move but also not wanting to escalate and do anything that would piss off Kristi.

“Fuck that feels good… but we should stop… what if Kristi saw?”

Megan smiled confidently. “She’d want to watch. She loved watching me with her last boyfriend.” Her hand was still gripping and kneading my cock, experimenting with touch and pressure. And I had to admit I wasn’t too surprised – Kristi had, after all, told me “So do it,” when I’d said I wanted to tie her to the bed and fuck her all night, and that usually indicated someone who was pretty open sexually.

“Interesting. Like to watch us sometime?”

Megan laughed softly, her erect nipples now pushing on to my chest, and I could feel the heat between her legs. “Sure. But what I really want to do is make her watch you fuck me. And she will – she’s a total submissive, and you’re the lucky guy who gets to make her your slut.” She was moving my cock, trying to get it between her legs.

“Oh?”

“Oh yeah. She told me about you tying her to your bed and fucking her brains out. And cumming in her over and over… ”

Kristi had to have told her – there’d be no way she’d know otherwise. OK then. She’d been squeezing and stroking my cock the whole time, and I was as hard as I got. I put the water glass down, her following my movement and then I turned her around, my hands on her hips, her hand coming off my cock and grinding her ass into it. I lowered my knees a little, let my cock find her opening, and drove my cock into her pussy, which I was not surprised to find already drenched.

I was kinda surprised I did it, but proceeded to fuck her in the hallway. You could tell she wanted to moan out, but stifled it so she wouldn’t risk waking Kristi up, which I think made her even hornier. I slammed in and out of her, reaching around to crush one of her nipples, and feeling her pussy react, and felt a quiver deep in her.

She turned her head to look at me and whispered, “That’s right, fuck me. Hard. Cum in me… ”

She’d get her wish. Just as I felt her stiffen as her orgasm started to wash over her, she squeezed me with her tight pussy and sent me over the edge. I could feel her pussy spasming on my cock, and felt myself pump cum into her, jet after jet invading her womb, her pussy clamping down on me, keeping every drop. We both stood there, a little surprised at the intensity, and I could feel her slowly relax, but keeping a firm grip on my cock inside her.

She took a deep breath, and I slid out of her. She turned to face me, those beautiful tits rubbing me again. “Wow… didn’t expect that,” she whispered. “Now I get to finger your cum in my pussy… and you can wake Kristi up, fuck her brains out, and tell her that she’s now your slut. She’ll love it, and then she’ll ask if she can watch you fuck me.”

“Seriously? How do you know?”

“Just do it. And if I’m wrong, I’ll never mention anything again.”

I looked her up and down, seeing a trickle of cum on her leg. “OK, you’re on. I’d better get back to her, though.”

Megan nodded, and turned and went back to her room, the bathroom apparently forgotten. I picked up the water glass and went back to Kristi’s room, a little relieved to see she hadn’t moved and was softly snoring. I drained the water glass and snuggled next to her. I shook my head a little at what had just happened. It had definitely NOT been in my plan for the night to fuck her roommate, no matter how hot she was. Unreal. And it occurred to me that I had Megan’s cum on my cock.

Which didn’t matter – I dozed off and woke to Kristi mounting me, burying my cock in her pussy as she slid up and down, her drenched pussy sliding effortlessly up and down, side to side, and front to back. I could feel her orgasm building – and was glad I’d downed the water so I could cum with her. She again cried out as she came, this time throwing her head back as she did, my hands clawing her down on me, and I fountained into her once again, flooding her with my seed, feeling her react and pulling even more out of me, leaving us both drained and supercharged at the same time.

I rolled her over onto her back, my cock still hard and buried in her, and whispered into her ear, “So are you ready to be my slut now, Kristi? Ready to feel me fuck you and fill you with my cum whenever I want?’

“Y… y… yes… I’m your slut… do whatever you want to me… ”

So Megan had been at least half right. “Right answer… could you tell how much I wanted to fuck you in front of Megan?”

She almost whimpered, “yes… and I wanted to see you fuck her… wanted to see you take her shirt off… ”

Holy shit – Megan had been right. And having experienced Megan’s pussy once, it’d be no hardship for me to do again…

“Mmmmmm… you want to watch me fuck your roommate and fill her with cum?”

“Y – y – yes… and then fuck me after you fucked her… ”

This was getting more and more interesting…

“Next week. Make sure she’s here… and we’ll see if she wants to play.”

“S – s – she will… she loves seeing me be a total slut… ”

“Mmmmm… and now you’re going to be my slut…”

“God yes… you feel so good in me… and love feeling you cum in me… ”

We both dozed off again, and again woke up reaching for each other, consuming each other, me erupting into her again, and feeling a powerful jet from her as she squirted again, only twice this time. By now it was time to get up anyway – the sun was splashing light everywhere, so it was just after sunrise – and wow was I spent and excited. So we slowly rose, stripped off her bed, and dressed, Kristi just pulling on a robe.

We made our way downstairs and started coffee and breakfast, and were joined a couple of minutes later by Megan, who was wearing a camisole that just barely covered her pussy. Her tits were straining against it, and I had no doubt of how luscious they would be in my mouth. Kristi didn’t say a word about her half-naked roommate, just a bright “Morning!”

Megan grinned, and when Kristi turned back to the stove raised an eyebrow at me. I just nodded and grinned, getting a wide smile back. I mouthed “Next Monday” and she nodded.

Kristi came back and sat down, putting her hand on my knee. “Sorry if we were too noisy,” she said to Megan.

Megan laughed. “Not for me – it was sexy hearing you two!”

Kristi laughed. “Yeah, it was definitely sexy… ”

Megan again – “I’m surprised I didn’t wake the two of you up fingering myself.”

We all laughed at that. It was about time to head out, and as I made my way to the door I gave a Megan a quick hug, and Kristi a longer one, with a deep kiss. As I’d hugged Megan, I felt her reach for my pocket and drop something in it. Hmmmmm…

I drove home, marveling at people and at how repressed it seemed so many were when it came to sex. And how amazing it was to have met so many women who weren’t – loved it and were not embarrassed by it. I had to admit I was really floored by Megan’s directions – and at how they’d been exactly accurate. That would certainly make next Monday something to look forward to! And it struck me that I’d be warming up for being watched on Wednesday – Lauren had asked her neighbor Julie if she’d like to watch us – and then let Lauren watch me with her. Julie had agreed, and they’d be coming over Wednesday night.

When I got home, I again held off showering as long as I could to keep Kristi and Megan’s scent on me. And pulled out what turned out to be a business card from Megan. She had circled her number – a pretty obvious hint.

I texted her once I knew Kristi would be at work. “Hi from Bob. Most fun hallway I’ve ever been in… ”

A few minutes later she replied. “Most fun I’ve ever had in that hallway!”

“How’d you know what Kristi would say? Almost word for word.”

I got a laughing emoji back – actually, five of them. “Happened once before. And once a slut, always a slut… just don’t expect her to call you sir or any shit like that.”

“Truth. And thank god – I get “sir’d” enough at work.”

Another laughing emoji row. “Ha. Never heard her cum that much. And after the hallway I know why. Up for a repeat?”

I laughed to myself – this was getting crazy. Was I just lucking into meeting all the non-repressed women in town? Or were there just a lot of them and I happened to be receptive? I’d heard from a lot of the married women I’d been with that a lot of men – their husbands or others – had seemed to drift away from an interest in sex. And not just with their spouse, but in general. I was very glad I did not have that particular issue – quite the opposite.

“You bet. You don’t think Kristi would mind?”

“She’s the one who told me to text you. Check your messages.”

I did. Damn. There was one from Kristi. “You should hook up with Megan before next Monday… ” Wow. OK then.

I texted Kristi back. “OK. Practice round before Monday? Want deets?”

She didn’t reply for a while, and I realized it was probably because she was in session. Sure enough, a little after the hour a reply came back. “You know it!”

So I texted Megan back and said, “Looks like that is a go. She said we should hook up before Monday.”

Another row of laughing emoji. “See? OK, when?”

I thought for a moment. Tonight was literally the only night I wasn’t already booked – or double booked, and I still had to sort that out.

“I think my one free night is tonight.”

“Wow, you do get around! About 7? I’ll come there? I figure if Kristi has survived a couple of nights there with you I’ll be OK.”

“Sounds good.” I sent my address. Oi vey. What was I doing? Having the time of my life, actually. I decided I’d stop worrying about it all and just enjoy. And be honest if anyone asked anything.

I tried to power through as much work as I could, because I could tell Megan and I were going to wear each other out. I had to admit it did help with focus! So I was about as ready as I could be when Megan pulled up into the driveway right at 7 and marched up to the door, where I was already waiting.

She gave me a bright smile and a “Hi!” as she came in. “Wow, this is nice… ” she said, as she shrugged off her shoes.

“Thanks! Been here a little over a year. It works, and I like it. Come on in – what can I get you to drink? Or would you rather just strip and get at it?”

She laughed. “Well, strip and get at it is enormously appealing. And if we hadn’t met in the hallway I’d already be stripping you. But a drink does sound good.”

“Come on in – here’s what I have.”

“Vodka tonic sounds great! Thanks.”

I made two, and lifted my glass. “To watching, and being watched.”

She laughed and we drank. She raised her glass again. “And to proud beautiful slut women!” I could drink to that.

We actually finished them and I made another round, moving to the living room, where I already had music playing. We sat on the couch, not too close, but also not far.

“So how do you know Kristi?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“College. I was a year ahead, but we had classes together and just vibed well together. So shared apartments, adventures, etc. And when she graduated, she bartended for a little while before going to massage school, and she’s been doing that ever since. But you know that. Anyway, her grandparents died and left her a good chunk of money – so she used part of it to buy her house and fix it up a little bit. I was living in a rented house, and the landlord all of a sudden decided to sell. So Kristi offered to let me rent space with her. Been there a while, have almost enough saved to start looking for my own.”

“Well, makes sense. My story with her is a lot shorter – she’s been my massage therapist for the last year and half or two years.”

She jumped in. “I heard that story – you came in really stiff and sore… ”

“Yep. So how did you know all that about her sexually?”

“Oh, the usual – friends since college. I walked in on her one time with a guy and instead of freezing I just watched, fascinated. And she returned the favor one time – walked in on me and my boyfriend and just stayed and watched. And then she told me she wanted to see me with her boyfriend at the time. I wasn’t going out with anyone, he seemed like a good guy, and I thought, ‘why not?’ I knew she wouldn’t get jealous, so we did – and it was like the biggest turn-on of her life. They fucked like I couldn’t believe the rest of the night. Well, couldn’t believe until I heard you two last night.”

“How’d you know the rest?” I was genuinely curious.

“Oh, she’d made comments here and there about loving being a wanton slut when she was with someone she felt comfortable with. And she’d actually said that I’d have to see the two of you, and then smirked. And then said she couldn’t wait to watch you and me.”

“Wow. Well, she’s in luck on both counts. And what about you?”

Megan laughed. “Oh, I’m down for most anything. As long as everyone has their own agency, I’m game. Always been turned on by being watched – more than watching. I want to be in on the action. And I’ll bet that Kristi will get the biggest orgasm of her life with you fucking her and me watching.”

“I’d have guessed the ‘down for anything’ bit… after massaging you and feeling you keep pushing back, it was damn hard not to reach around for your boobs. And I think Kristi was silently egging me on – but I didn’t know any of that at the time. And especially after the hallway. Sorry about your date, by the way.”

She laughed. “Yeah, turned out to be a jerk. It happens. Not often. I was trying to egg you on too – I damn near grabbed your hands to put’em on my boobs. And as Kristi noted, my nips were hard!” She chuckled again. “Kinda like now.”

We’d been edging closer as talked, especially as the talk had turned to sex.

“And you? Are you going to have the biggest orgasm ever having Kristi watch us as we fuck?” I leaned forward, closing the few inches between our faces, and kissed her softly on the lips, not even giving her a chance to say yes as I put a hand on her leg.

My lips explored hers, my tongue gently tracing her lips, feeling her respond, the hand on her leg now wandering up, under those beautiful tits, her kissing me harder now, and I took one of her breasts in my hand and squeezed slightly, marveling at her size and firmness, imagining it in my mouth, knowing it would be before long. So I lifted her t-shirt up, exposing the breast I’d been fondling, and moved my mouth off of hers to kiss my way to her nipple, feeling how hard it was, feeling her moan as I took her in my mouth and sucked gently, then harder, feeling her breathing quicken.

I bit down gently on her nipple and felt her start to writhe, and took my mouth off of her and started to stand, pulling her up with me, kissing her hard and then taking her hand and leading her up the stairs to my bedroom.

We reached the bed, and I lifted her shirt up and over her, revealing both of those gorgeous breasts, and felt along her waistband for a button and not finding one. So I just pushed them down, feeling how smooth her skin was, and then she was stepping out of her shorts and kicking them away as I lifted my own shirt off, letting her beautiful nipples rub on my chest, and then I was undoing my shorts and pushing them down and stepping out of them, giving them a quick shove out of the way.

We stood there almost naked – she was wearing a small thong that had a big dark spot, and I was in a pair of bikini briefs that had a similar wet spot by the tip of my fully erect cock, which was eager to plunge itself into this gorgeous 29 year old brunette. I lowered her to the bed and then reached for her thong, slowly pulling it off of her as I locked eyes with her, knowing she was vibrating with excitement. Finally, I pushed my briefs off, my hard cock standing proud, and I felt her hand reaching for me.

I moved on to the bed, and moved over her, lowering myself onto her, my lips finding hers again, reveling in how luscious they were, my tongue gently dancing with hers, my hands cupping her head, my cock between her legs, questing, seeking her heat, and then I felt her legs opening wide and her hand was taking my cock, squeezing, squeezing, and then putting me at her entrance, moving her hand away, her eyes imploring me.