My first time with Leah

 When I wake up it is snowing and I worry you won’t be able to make it. What we’ve planned isn’t anything special – just a seemingly safe first step: coffee and the chance to meet in person. I look for you online but you’re not around and so I assume our plan is on and get ready to meet you.

 

I drive the twenty minutes and park. The snow is heavy now. When I walk through the door I see you sitting, sipping at a cup, and you smile. My heart and dick both leap. “Leah?,” I ask as I approach – as if you could be anyone else. Your face and smile get brighter as I get nearer. Awkwardly, I lean close to you to give you a kiss. You blush and offer my your cheek.

 

“Go get some coffee,” you say, “and hurry back.” My head is swimming as I stand in line and I keep glancing back at you; you’ve turned to watch me as well. We smile stupidly at each other across the store. The woman behind me gives me a prod when I fail to move up the counter. I get my coffee and come back to you, sitting across from you, just staring.

 

“This is so strange,” I say, “to see you here in person like this.” “Strange and wonderful,” you add. I nod. We start by struggling to find words and topics for each other – every path seems to be a dead end. The problem isn’t that we don’t have things to say or things in common, the problem is that I just want to be with you and can’t stop thinking about how it would fee to have my lips on yours, to have my hands on your breasts, to rub you legs and ass, to be in your mouth, to taste your pussy, to cum with you.

 

As I sit there across from you – an attractive, fit – woman, all I can think about is sex and it shows. You reach across the table and rest your hand on mine. “This isn’t easy, is it?,” you say. “You have no idea, Leah,” I say with a breath, “I can’t tell you how madly I want you.” You squeeze my hand and nod, “me too.” You slide closer and lean in conspiratorially. “What do you want to do about it?,” you ask.

 

I lean forward and slowly glance right and left and look into your lovely eyes. We are holding both hands now and I pull you toward me and we kiss. Your lips on my are warm and soft and wonderful. My heart races and I feel the tip of your tongue pressing into my mouth – warm and tasting of coffee.

 

We press our faces together, excited. I put a hand to your face and stroke your cheek and ear and hair. We are breathing heavily and attracting stares. We break and sit back – both flushed and a little out of breath. “Well,” you say, “that was a nice surprise.” I lick my lips – enjoying the taste of your lipstick. “Indeed,” I say – and then whispering – “I want to fuck you so badly right now.” You sputter your coffee and say, “me too.”

 

We can’t wait to get to one or the other of our homes – and even if we did, well, it could be awkward. There’s a motel right here though but It seems so crass, so predictable, so I don’t know what. We decide to do it any way. We walk to it through the snow – our bodies pressed tight, my arm around your shoulders, yours around my waist.

 

We check in and try not to appear too over anxious as we go to the room. If the clerk thinks there’s anything strange about our arrival on a Saturday morning without any bags she doesn’t say anything. We go upstairs. While I fiddle with the key you fiddle with me through my pants – stroking me.

 

The door opens and we race in. I kick the door closed behind us and we are in each other’s arms. Our mouths together again – but now are hands moving freely over our bodies. I push your jacket back over your shoulders and if falls to the floor. You do the same to mine. My hands drop to your ass and I rub and knead it. You spread you legs and rub against my thigh.

 

I am so hard for you that I feel like I could burst. We dance clumsily toward the bed, shedding shoes and clothes on the way. Your tits come out and are fantastic – I lightly push you onto the bed and begin to lick around them, sucking on your nipples – which harden in my mouth. You sigh.

 

“Oh my god Leah,” I say panting, “I want to kiss you everywhere – your mouth, you tits, your pussy and ass and legs and stomach and feet and I want to fuck every thing.” You laugh, “well then you’d better get started – we don’t have all day.” “I want you to suck me a little,” I say, straddling your chest. You look up at me – beautiful – and open your mouth.

 

I slide me dick in and your warm tongue greets it with a lick. You reach for it and begin stroking and kissing me. I love it. I lean back and reach between your legs. You pussy is sopping and I bring my wet fingers to my mouth. Before I suck them clean I tell you to look at how wet you are. Pulling my dick from your mouth, you tell me you want to taste it too. I let you lick the wet from one finger and suck the other one myself – our mouths touch as we suck.

 

Lying beside you, I reach between your legs and softly and slowly run my finger along your wet lips. You snuggle closer to me. I snake my arm beneath you and pull you against my mouth kissing you as a stroke through the soft and short hair between your legs. You wiggle a little as the tip of my finger brushes against your clit and your tongue presses deeper into my mouth.

 

You reach down for me and begin to stroke me. I kiss your head and whisper in your ear how good it feels to have your warm and soft hand around me. I slide a finger into you and you moan out loud. I move my finger in you and start rubbing your clit with my thumb – hard little circles that twist and push at you. I can tell by the way you a breathing and moving – and the way your nipples are getting stiff – that you like what I’m doing.

 

“Suck me a little more,” I say, and you dutifully bend down toward my dick – careful not to move your body away from my stroking hand. You take my head in your mouth and begin sucking at it sweetly. I have my hand on your head now – pushing you down on me. You gag a little but keep sucking, keep twisting your tongue around me. I could cum like this easily – cum in your mouth – but I want you to cum as well, I want to be able to cum inside you, to cum with you.

 

So I pull you up off me and – continuing to rub you – kiss your cheeks and nose, your forehead and eyelids, telling you how beautiful you are. You smile and press against me harder as I slide a second finger inside you. You breathe loud as I begin using them on you faster, probing inside you.

 

I run my tongue toward and into your ear. “Do you want to feel my mouth on your pussy?,” I ask you, “would you like to feel my tongue on your clit, my lips pressing on you, my tongue pushing into you – getting you wet and ready for my cock?” You moan and begin pushing my shoulders down to move me down your body.

 

My lips are sprinkling you with kisses – on your throat and shoulders, you beasts and hard nipples, your belly and the soft hair between your bucking thighs. You tell me yes and I kiss around the edge of your pussy, licking along your warm outer lips, running my tongue and lips down to your ass and up again. I can see your pussy running and I let me mouth get closer to your inside.

 

My fingers are out of you now. Your feet are on the bed, your knees in the air and spread wide. I pull my face away for a moment and reach between your legs, spreading you open with my fingers. You look so pink and wet. I can’t wait to taste and feel you on my to push my tongue and fingers into you, to swirl and suck at your clit, to feel you pressing against my face, to hear you gasping and moaning with excitement, to feel your body build and twist to orgasm.

 

My dick is aching for you. I can’t wait. I press my mouth against your wet and wide open pussy – pushing my tongue deep into its center, moving and sliding it inside you. You let out a long loud moan and we make contact. Both your hands land hard and firm on my head – pushing me harder into you. I slide my tongue out and to the bottom of your pussy and then lap my way back to the top and to your clit. You rock your hips right and left and I target your clit with my tongue.

 

Your rocking your ass up and down as I slide one, two fingers and then my thumb inside you. Your breaths are now gasps that match the strokes I am giving you. I look up your body and your chest rising and falling – your back arched. I reach up with my free hand and begin twisting your nipples, which changes the tone of your moans.

 

My face is soaking with you. Your are moving your body faster now – quivering, almost trembling – as I kiss you. I can feel you muscles going taunt against my fingers – contracting against me as a fresh wave of wet washes out of you. I can tell it’s only a matter of time until you cum and I can’t wait. I can’t wait to move my body up and press my dick into you – to feel your contractions hold and caress me inside you.

 

As these thoughts pass through my head, I can feel you legs clamp around me – growing rigid and you begin to cum. Your voice is one long breathless wail and you bang you hips up and down into my face. Your legs feel so strong and taut around me. Your hands are trembling as your hold me tight against you.

 

Starting softly but quickly growing louder you tell me to fuck you. You tell me to go into you. Instead I only lick and kiss you harder, stroke you faster and deeper with my fingers until neither one of us can stand it any more. I pull my face from you and spread your legs. I press the tip of my dick against you – you’re so hot and wet – and just drive in as hard and deep as I can. You let out a loud groan.

 

I hold your legs together and push your knees toward your chest. Your wrap your arms around them and hold them down while I push and pump into you. The wet sounds we’re making only make us more excited. I begin to lean into with all my weight – trying to get deeper and deeper inside you – pulling out slowly and then pushing back in as deep and hard as I can.

 

I lower my hips to go into you from fresh angles, to stroke the top of you, to push to one side and then the other to go deep and then to rest at the opening of your pussy, to tease you with my dick and to tease myself. I can’t wait though – I wrap my arms around your calfs and push in deep and hard. I feel my cum shooting into you – you can feel it too and a smile spreads across your face and my cum spreads inside you.

 

We hold like this – my arms around your legs. Me breathing hard as I pump cum into you. My heart pounding. I let go of your legs and they drop to the bed. Exhausted I drop into your arms and we kiss. I can still feel your pussy squeezing me as I lay spent on top of you.

 

In a few minutes we get up and we get dressed. We dress slowly, still caressing each other. When we look outside the snow has stopped. We kiss again in the parking lot after we check out and agree that we’ll have to do this again soon.

 

 

More sex with Sophia

We go into the room and make plans for lunch.  I can’t take my eyes off you though Sophia and feel my dick stirring as a watch your hips and breasts sway as you move toward the bed with your clothes tucked under your arm.  I know we are planning lunch, but all I can think about is eating you and then fucking you senseless.  

 

You begin to dress.  I just stand here watching you and playing with myself to get hard again.  “Hold on a second,” I say as you begin to pull your skirt up, “I know I said I wanted to get something to eat and then to eat your pussy; but I think we’re going to switch things up a little.”  Topless, with your hands holding the waist of your skirt halfway up your legs, you arch an eyebrow, “Oh?” you say.

 

“Lie down,” I tell you.  You drop back onto the bed and I come close and pull your skirt down and off.  Your skin looks so pure and soft as you stretch out there on the bed – your legs draped over the edge, your toes brushing the floor.  You look up at me – a smile on your face – as your chest rises and falls with the stuttering breath of anticipation.

 

Your arms are flat on the bed, your palms at the edge.  I could look at you like this all day – you laying there waiting, me standing there letting desire build and build inside me; a desire to press my mouth onto your skin, to push my mouth against you, to taste the wet from inside you.  What is running through my head is making me feel drunk for you.

 

I can see your breasts rising and falling faster as you wonder what will happen next, when will I move to you, when will you feel my kiss between your legs, the build to orgasm beginning and breaking as I run my tongue around your clit.  It’s almost as though time has stopped and we are frozen like this – full of desire; but still.

 

Now I can’t stand it and throw myself to the floor between your legs.  I spread you wide and plant my mouth against you – twisting my tongue into you.  Your legs lift and drop over my shoulders, pulling me closer to you.  I fuck you with my tongue, moving it in and out of you, tasting you in my mouth.  I am so hard for you kneeling there.

 

My lips brush your clit.  My arms are under your legs, pulling you toward me.  I can feel your heels in my back.  I look up at your face.  Your eyes are closed and your lips are pressed tight together – your tongue slides out and runs along your upper lip.  Your nipples are hard and rise and fall faster but unevenly as you become more excited.

 

My tongue is moving up along your left lip and then I suck it, stretching it with my mouth.  I can hear you let out a long sigh as I push my tongue back deep into you – moving it along the walls of your pussy, licking and twisting it inside you.  You are getting wetter and wetter and I suck the wet from you.

 

We stay like this for ages – me fucking your with my tongue, you arching and twisting on the bed – flush appearing on your chest and spreading.  I want you to cum.  I take my face away from your pussy for a moment.  You protest.  “Tell me when you want me to fuck you,” I say, “I want to be in you soon.”

 

My words make you shimmy toward me, “I want you to keep kissing me,” you moan, “I want your mouth on me more please.”  I can’t say no or stop myself, so my mouth is on you again – sucking and kissing and licking you.  I can feel your legs starting to tighten around my head, your hips grinding and bouncing against me, your breath coming out is loud groans and gasps and moans.

 

Your hands are on your breasts, pinching and twisting nipples.  The flush is on your throat and spreading to your cheeks.  Your sucking air in loud now, craning your head up to look at me between your legs.  “OK,” you say softly; and then louder, “OK, I want you in me, I want to feel you in me.”

 

I can hear you but I’m not done yet, I want to hear you screaming for me to be in you, I want you to be thrashing on the bed unable to control your breath or body, I want you to cum and cum and cum before I fuck you.  One leg jerks while the other grabs at me.  Your hands are back on the bed, holding and twisting the bedspread.  You’re doing everything you can to push your body hard against my face.

 

You begin to roll onto your side, my head held tight between your thighs is dragged along.   You are moaning loud now – loud raw breath sounds coming in and out of you,  Your body twisting and flopping on the bed.  My mouth and tongue are pressed and sliding in and around and over you as you cum.

 

I push my tongue into one last time – as deep as I can – and run it along the top of your pussy.  My dick is so hard and I just want to get it inside you.  I pull away and stand.  “Turn over,” I tell you, with my hands on your hips rolling you onto your stomach.  You follow my  lead and are on your belly in a heart beat – you legs still over the edge of the bed.

 

I move between your legs fast and press my dick against you.  You let out a gasp as I push in between you lips and up into you.  Your pussy is so wet and smooth that I slide deep right away.  I push you along up the bed so I can kneel on the bed behind you.  My hand are on your hips pulling you against me.  

 

I am smacking my dick into you hard, sliding into you deep.  Your breath comes out in bursts with our movements – loud.  We fuck like this – your ass in the air, your chest on the bed – for minutes.  You’re almost in a trance – lost to anything but the feeling of my dick pushing into you, my hand on your ass.

 

All of this is too much for me – the taste of your pussy on my lips, the sight of you cumming, the feeling of my dick in you, the sound our you breathing and groaning and gasping – and I begin to cum up into you, deep in your pussy my cum is spreading.  I lead forward and kiss the side of your head, my lips brushing your ear – you stiffen as I kiss it and tell you how much I love being inside you.

 

Your ass is jerking against me, jerking all of the cum from me, as I move my mouth to your hair, kissing you and cumming into you and struggling to breathe myself.  Your body jerks and trembles under me.  I roll off you and onto my back beside you on the bed,  You’re rigid next to me – with tight trembling breaths.  I am on my back, gasping for air and staring at the ceiling.

 

We both stay like this – quietly – for a while.  You speak first: “Now can we get some lunch?,” you ask.  I laugh and gently slap your ass.  “Yeah,” I say, “I guess now we’d better – but when we get back in straight back into bed – do you understand?”

 

You roll and face me, a smile on your lips and a sparkle in your eyes.  You give me a kiss – soft and gentle – and tell me OK.

Breakfast in bed and beyond with Sarah

We sit on the edge of the bed eating croissants, drinking coffee and chatting. Now that we have the day free we need to make our plans. Of course the plans are very simple – sex, sex and more sex. What a great way to spend the day. Flakes from my pastry fall into my lap. For some reason this makes you laugh as you pick them out of my hair. Your touching me there sends blood into my dick and it stiffens a little and rolls to one side. This makes you laugh more and you give it a pat.

“There, there,” you say, “already stirring for more action?” I look down, smile and nod. “Yep,” I say, “looks that way.” I give you a kiss. Your mouth is sweet with the taste of jam. I tell you how good it tastes. You smile suggestively. You dip your finger into the open jar or raspberry jam and circle it around your left nipple. More blood flows. I lick it off you slowly. You sigh. I dab a dollop on my right nipple. You kiss it off me. Your mouth is warm with coffee as you press it to me. It feels good. I am hard. I open a jar of blueberry jelly and draw a face on your stomach with my finger.

“It tickles,” you say, leaning back on the bed and laughing. I lick the face away. “I love making you laugh,” I say. Your hand rests on my head as I kiss and lick your belly. You sit up and kiss my mouth. Your tongue, sweet, is in my mouth. I see you dipping your finger into the raspberry again. You trace a trail of it up the inside your your thigh. “We’re both going to be sticky messes after this,” you say. I slide off the bed and between your legs. “I don’t have a problem with that,” I say, beginning to lick the jam off you, my head nuzzled against you. You unscrew a tiny jar of honey and drizzle it over yourself. I watch as it moves slowly through your dark hair and down into your pussy.

“Mmmmm,” is all I can say as I move to clean you with my mouth. When my tongue touches your clit, you breathe in audibly. I curl my tongue around you again and again until you’re clean and wet. You drizzle honey onto my shoulders and tell me to come up onto the bed. I am enjoying eating you but the idea of your tongue on my body makes me listen. I climb onto the bed and lie on my stomach. You straddle me and begin kissing across my back. I can hear your lips smacking as you take the honey off. I feel some now on my neck – and moments later your mouth is there. “Turn over,” you whisper in my ear.

I roll onto my back, still with you on me. Looking up at you – you’re grinning with a jar of jelly in your hand. “I liked breakfast,” you’re saying, dipping your finger in the jar, “but I’m still hungry.” You put some jelly on my cheek and begin to lick my face. I feel so hard your you and press myself against you. You squirm down against me and laugh again. The texture of your tongue on my face is exciting. The wet and warmth of it are wonderful. You stop and draw a line across your own face and lower it to me. I lick at you. I can feel you warm your pussy is. I look at the table with our breakfast.

There are several jars of jam and honey still on it. “Hmmm,” I say, “this could take some time.” You sit up and smile. “We have all day,” you remind me, as you spear grape jelly on your left arm. I laugh and begin to nibble it off you, making my way from your wrist to your elbow. You laugh – you always laugh – and tell me I’m ticking you. I switch tactics and barely brush your skin with the hair around my lips. This sends you howling. I kiss your palm and fingers. I dip my finger into the grape jelly and rub it along your pussy, sliding it inside you – deep.

You make a little moan and pull my head to yours and kiss my cheek. I continue to rub you inside. You are wet and sticky. You lean back. “Oh, Grant,” you say, “will you kiss me.” Saying nothing, I slide between your thighs and spread you open. Your pussy is rimmed with purple jelly. I push my mouth against you and slide my tongue inside you – deep. I can feel your muscles contract. I can hear you exhale slowly as I move my tongue inside you. My arms are looped behind your thighs and hold your hips, bringing you closer to my mouth. The mix of the sweet jelly and the taste of you – it’s too much.

I slide a hand close to your pussy and begin to finger your clit as I lick and suck you. Your warm thighs are closing around me, holding my head against you. You skin is smooth and warm on my. You bring a foot to my dick and rub at it softly. I move my mouth to your clit and my fingers inside you. I begin working on your clit with my tongue. I rub the top of your pussy on the inside with my index finger and thumb. You begin arching your back and breathing hard. “Oh my god,” you say under your breath; you raise your voice, “oh my god that feels so good.”

I look up the bed at you. One hand is on your breasts, moving between them, playing with your nipples. The other is on my head, pushing me into you. Your head lolls from side to side. Your beginning to twist your hips against me, raising and lowering your ass. I lick harder. I want to make you cum. I want to feel you cumming and excited. I want to fuck you while your pussy is clenching. I want to fuck you – but to pull out before I cum and cum across you. This is what I am thinking while I am eating you.

Your breathing loud now, breathing loud and starting to speak without words. Your pussy smacks into my face hard. In almost a whimper you ask me to go into you. I keep licking and sliding my hand into you faster and faster. Your pressing my head down and twisting on the bed. I can’t wait either. I stand up. You’re ass in on the edge of the bed. Your pussy is dark pink, wet and swollen. You grab me and push me into you. My dick is so hard. I am inside you. I am moving in and out of you as fast as I can. You are grinning with your eyes closed.

You face is flushed with excitement. I can’t wait. I am in and out, in and out, in and out of you. Then out. I stand over you and finish myself with my hand. You start to object to me pulling out. You laugh when you feel my cum – hot – across your tits and stomach. Done for the moment. I kneel again and begin kissing you. You shout. My mouth and fingers keep you cumming. I can keep you cumming for a long, long time.

Sex before breakfast with Sarah in Seattle

We look at the menu but neither of us can decide or really care what we eat.  You finally settle on croissant with butter and jam and coffee.  I say I’ll have the same.  They say it will be 30 minutes.  Certainly long enough for some fun.  You’re on your back in bed, under the comforter with me, and spread your legs and yourself.  “See anything you like?,” you ask with a smile.

 

I lean forward and kiss your forehead.  I kiss down your nose, lips, chin, throat, nipples, belly, pussy.  “I see a lot I like Sarah,” I say and begin kissing you harder.  You put your hand on my head and push me away. “We don’t have time for that now,” you say, “just fuck me, OK?”  It’s not the kind of think I need to be asked twice.

 

You reach over the the bedside table and pick up a bottle of lubricant and dribble some at the top of you pussy, over your clit.  The head of my dick is resting against your lips.  As soon as the cool goo slides around me I begin to slide into you.  The contrast between the still cool lubricant and your warm inside is incredible.

 

Your ankles are in my hands and I hold them tight and wide.  You smile as I slide slowly inside you, your fingers playing casually with your clit.  While you were in the bathroom it looks like you put on a little makeup, just some glossy pink lipstick.  It makes your full lips look wet and inviting.  Pushing into you, I lean down and suck on your lower lip.  Your tongue runs along my mouth.

 

Your hand are around your thighs, pulling your knees toward your tits and opening yourself even wider for me.  I just want to bury myself inside of you.  We fuck harder.  My hips and stomach slapping against your pussy and the backs of your thighs.  Your raise your hand, still damp from your clit, to my mouth.  I lick and kiss and suck your fingers, twisting my tongue around them.

 

Your face is magic.  Your mouth a warm wide grin.  Your eyes half shut and sleepy still.  The force of me going into you is making you moan.  Your tits have a life of their own, moving gracefully with the rocking of our bodies, your nipples tight and pink.  Whatever the consequences at work, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than here with you – wrapped in a warm and soft duvet, embraced by your arms and legs and held inside your pussy.

 

We’re lost in each other, just enjoying the closeness and friction and warmth of our bodies.  There is a knock on the door.  “Room service,” a voice calls.  “Quick,” you whisper, “just cum inside me, OK.”  I wrap on arm over your shoulder and the other under your arm and around you back.  I pull you tight against me and fuck you hard and fast.  “Just a second,” you yell.  “Fuck me faster,” you whisper.

 

My arms are holding your so tightly that I’m worried I’m squeezing the air out of you.  My face in buried in your hair, my mouth against your ear.  “I’m going to cum,” I grunt and my hips rise and fall faster and faster against you.  True to my word, I begin pumping cum up into you.  You sigh.  “I love how it feels inside me.”

 

For a second we’re still and quiet in each other’s arms.  But the knock is more insistent now – “room service, look, you called us, remember?”  I get out of bed, grab a robe and walk to the door.  I open it to let him in.  He wheels the cart into the room.  “Where you you want it?,” he asks.  

 

I look at you in bed, covers up around your chin.  “Where would you like to eat Sarah?,” I ask.  You’re barely peeping over the top of the comforter.  I can tell from your eyes that your smiling.  I can tell by the fact that I can only see one hand that you’re probably touching yourself.  “Oh Grant,” you say, your voice muffled by the covers, “the foot of the bed is fine, don’t you think?”

 

I tell you I do and the table is rolled and left there at the foot of the bed.  I sign show our server out and bounce into bed with you, my robe flapping than falling to the floor.  “Just what are you up to under there you dirty little thing,” I laugh, sliding next to you under the covers and pulling you close.

 

You push a wet finger into my mouth.  “What do you think?,” you ask with a smile.  I kiss your finger tip and then your mouth.  “I think we ought to have something to eat,” I say, moving toward the end of the bed, “and then we ought to have some more fun.”

Hooky in Seattle with Sarah

 

I get up early as always.  Sarah is still sleeping, her head resting on a pillow and the comforter pulled up to her chin.  She looks so relaxed and beautiful there beside me.  I slip out carefully so I don’t wake her and go into the bathroom.  I take a shower and clean myself up for the day.

 

My day is full.  I have a breakfast meeting at 7:00 and the conference starts at 8:30.  I brush my teeth.  Sarah is meant to spend the day with her aunt.  I know that it’s going to be a long day and even though I haven’t left yet I’m already missing her.  I go back into the room to get dressed.  Sarah is still asleep.

 

I stand there naked looking down at her face.  I feel an irresistible urge to kiss her.  I get down onto the floor and go to her.  I kiss her cheek as softly as I can.  She doesn’t even stir.  I get bolder and kiss her again – still softly – on her nose this time.  She turns her head slightly.  I kiss her eyelid and then her eyebrow and forehead.  Her breathing changes.

 

I stroke her hair gently and kiss her ear.  I see a soft smile on her lips but she’s still asleep.  Her lips.  They’re so full and round that I can’t help myself.  I lean close and touch my lips to them – so softly that Sarah still isn’t awake.  I kiss the corner of her mouth.  I can feel here cheek and mouth expanding into a smile.

 

Her eyes flutter open and she kisses me back.  “Good morning,” I say between kisses, “I had a wonderful time with you last night.”  Sarah stretches  – her arms over her head.  “Mmmmmm, I did too,” she says.  She puts her arms around my neck and pulls me to her.  We kiss again.  She looks for a clock.  “What time is it?,” she asks.  “It’s 6:15 or so,” I say, “I have a breakfast at 7:00.”

 

Sarah’s arms are still around my neck.  She pouts a little.  “So you don’t have any time for me this morning, do you?,” she says.  I tell her that I don’t and that I’m sorry.  She sits up and pulls the comforter around her shoulders.  Outside, the gray sky is beginning to brighten.  It’s rainy and looks raw and windy.

 

“I’m cold,” says Sarah, shivering a little, “Just about the last thing I want to do right now is go outside into the rain.”  She reaches out and gives my dick a little tug.  The comforter falls open, her body looks warm and wonderful and inviting.  “I don’t want to go out either,” I say, “but what can you do?”

 

“Oh I’ve got some ideas,” she assures me, “I can think of all kinds of things for us to do.”  I begin to pull away.  I’m running late.  Sarah holds my dick tighter.  “What will you do if I don’t let go?,” she asks playfully, pulling me again.  I look down and shrug.  “I don’t know,” she says slyly, and leans forward to give the tip of my dick a little kiss, “shall we find out?”

 

In that moment I decide to cancel my day.  There may be hell to pay but the idea of being apart when we’ve already been apart so long is too much for me.  “If you’ll let go of my dick of a minute you can have it for the rest of the day,” I tell her.  A big smile crosses Sarah’s face.  “Really?,” she asks.  “Really,” I say.  She lets go of my dick.  

 

I stand up and find my phone.  I call my office.  I tell my assistant that I am feeling terrible and am not going to be able to spend my day as planned.  She asks if I’m alright.  I tell her that I think I had something bad on the flight, can’t keep anything down, stomach bug or something.  While I’m saying this Sarah goes into the bathroom.  My assistant promises to call and cancel things for me.  I hang up the phone.

 

I can hear Sarah in the bathroom on the telephone telling her aunt the same story, apologizing, promising the be there tomorrow.  She hangs up and brushes her teeth.  I get back under the comforter, the room service menu in my hand.  She comes back into the room.  “So,” I say, “shall we start with breakfast in bed?”  She kneels with a leg on either side of my body, pinning me down and gives me a kiss.  “That sounds wonderful,” she says and we look through the menu together.

Sex with Sarah in Seattle

My time in St. Paul with Sarah is a warm and happy memory when I send her a note telling her how badly I want to see her again.  On so many nights I ease myself to sleep with her on my mind.  I can picture so clearly the shape and color of her eyes; I can taste and feel her lips and mouth, the skin of her cheeks, the way our noses touched.  I remember the feel of her breasts in my hands and on my tongue, the smell of her hair and the taste of her pussy.  I think of how it felt to be inside her, insider her mouth.

 

Remembering the time we spent together makes me excited.  I recall our excitement as we kissed or stroked or fucked.  Lying alone in bed, thinking of Sarah, I’ve jacked off many times.  In my note I tell her as much and that I want the dreams I have as I drop off to sleep to be real again.  She writes back to me.  She says she wants to see me and asks when I’ll be back.  I look at my travel plans and tell her there are no plans for me to be back in St. Paul at the moment.

 

She asks me where I will be and I tell her what’s coming up over the next few months: New York, San Francisco, Dallas, Seattle and Chicago.  She tells me she has an aunt in Seattle that she ought to visit.  I feel my dick stiffening at the prospect of meeting her there.  We begin to plot our reunion.

 

Our trip isn’t for weeks – which is no good.  The only benefit is that the extra time allows us to arrange things around my conference.  Our time in St. Paul was spent in a generic business hotel.  It was lovely to be with Sarah but I want this time to be lovely and then some.  I’ve looked for hotels with a little something extra and came across the Inn at Harbor Steps.  What I liked about it is the fact that every room has a fireplace.

 

Sarah will be arriving before me but I’ve arranged for a key to be waiting for her so she can get into the room.  My flight won’t be in until the evening.  As time crawls by we amuse one another with long emails describing what we want to do – reading these sets my mind spinning.  I can’t wait to be with her again.

 

My flight isn’t until 5:00 and I won’t be arriving until 10:30.  The weeks have turned into days, the days to hours and the hours to minutes.  I am in a taxi on my way to the hotel.  Every stoplight and slow driver drives me crazy as the cab makes its slow way through Seattle’s rainy streets.  The cab pulls up in front of the hotel.  It’s almost 11:00.  I’m tired but so excited that even the politeness of the woman at the front desk is irritating to me.

 

I am in the elevator.  My heart is pounding.  It stops and the doors open.  I step out and walk down the hall.  My hands sweating.  I slide the key into the lock.  The green light on the door blinks on and I turn the handle.  I step into the room.  Sarah is sitting on the floor, a big down comforter wrapped around her.  She is sitting in front of the fire.  Her smile makes me come alive.  I drop my bags and rush to her.  She stands to greet me.  The comforter falls to the floor.  She is naked.

 

Our arms are around each other.  Our lips our together.  Her body and mouth are warm.  My pulse is pounding.  We drop to the floor.  We both work fast to undress me.  Buttons fly.  In seconds I am naked with her.  Our bodies touching is electric.  Every nerve is aching for a chance to feel her skin close.  My dick is bobbing happily, brushing against her as we lay on the comforter in front of the fire.

 

I want to touch every inch of Sarah.  I want my lips to feel every part of her.  I want her lips and tongue to be everywhere on my.  Our excitement makes us clumsy – trying to do so much so fast.  I am breathless. I am on top of her, she is on top of me, we are side-by-side.  We don’t know where to begin.  Finally I stop myself and pull away.  “Wait,” I say, “I just want to look at you for a second.”  She smiles.  “I could fuck you to pieces right now,” I tell her, “but I want to make this last, OK?”  “Me too,” says Sarah.

 

I am sitting cross-legged on the floor and she snuggles her ass into my lap.  I can feel the wet of her pussy on my leg.  We take a breath and begin to kiss again.  More slowly now.  My tongue follows the shape of her lips.  Hers pushes against it and our tongues twist together.  My hand is on her cheek.  Her hands hold my head firmly as her tongue goes into my mouth.  I slowly lean her onto the soft comforter and move my mouth around her face.  She smiles as I kiss her cheeks and nose and eyelids.

 

Her hand is in her lap as I kiss her neck and throat.  Her hand moves faster as I kiss and suck at her breasts.  They’re so big and round and firm and tight.  Not now, but soon, I am going to fuck her tits.  There’s no way around it.  They’re perfect.  She slides her fingers in and out of her pussy.  She traces around her nipples with her wet fingers.  I lick the wet from them and tell her how badly I’ve missed that taste.  She sighs.

 

I slide out from under her for a second and get some pillows from the bed.  I lie down and rest my head on one.  “I want to kiss you,” I say, “go on top of me.”  “I want to kiss you too,” says Sarah and she turns her body and puts a knee on either side of my head.  In the flickering light of the fire I can see the soft hair around her pussy glowing, the darker edges of her lips and the pink inside her.  I loop my arms between her thighs and around her ass.  As I pull her toward me I feel her mouth sliding over my dick.  I moan.  It feels good.

 

Sarah lowers herself against my mouth.  I spread her open.  Her pussy is so pink and wet.  I begin to kiss it.  Not her clit – not yet – I kiss around the edges of her pussy itself.  Running my tongue along the sides, dipping it into her to have a taste.  She is licking me now, kissing and licking around the edge of my head.  I could do this all night but I don’t think either of us will last that long.

 

I reach up with my tongue and lick around her asshole.  Her body tenses up for a moment as I push against it with the tip of my tongue.  I kiss and lick my way back down the length of her pussy, finally coming to her clips.  I begin to kiss it with my lips – small closed mouth pecks.  Sarah’s legs are trembling as I begin to rub her clit with my tongue.  She is taking me all the way into her mouth now, bobbing her head and sucking and squeezing my balls.  Her pussy is glistening as I slide a finger into it.

 

She begins to jerk her body faster against my face.  My left arm is around her hips, pulling her against me.  Sarah’s knees slide back and her weight is pressed against my mouth.  Her hips and ass are pounding up and down against my face.  Two fingers of my right hand are insider her.  Her rocking hips and pressing her tight against my face making it hard for me to breathe.  I don’t care.  I am flicking her clit as fast and hard as I can now, sliding my fingers in and out of her as fast and hard as I can, rubbing the inside of her every way I can think of.

 

Sarah is moaning around my cock.  I’m lifting my hips to get it deeper into her mouth.  Her pussy is really flowing now and rather than pounding against me she is just grinding herself against me face.  She stops sucking and begins breathing hard through her nose.  Her thighs lock around my head and her pussy trembles against my face.  I can feel her squeezing against my fingers as she begins to cum.  I pull my fingers out of her, put my hand on her hips and lift her off me.  “I want to cum with you,” I tell her.

 

She swings her body around, her legs straddle my hips.  In a moment I am inside her wet and swollen pussy.  She leans forward over me, her breast rubbing against my chest, her dark hair falling and forming a curtain around our faces.  She leans over me and we kiss as our bodies move together.  She is cumming and making tiny squeals as we screw.  I am getting closer to cumming myself.

 

I kiss down her throat and she leans up letting me at her breasts.  I let them sway against my beard.  I push up hard, she pushes down hard.  I’m groaning, she’s gasping.  Soon, I begin pumping cum up into her body.  She collapses onto me, her arms around my head.  My arms are around her back.  We stay together like this, enjoying the sensations of our own and each other’s orgasms and our bodies.

 

Still connected, we roll to one side.  I pull the comforter over us and we stay in each other’s arms and sleep.  As I drift off, I think of Sarah again, not as some remote fantasy but as a wonderful flesh and blood person here in my arms.

Surprise fuck with Sarah

 

At first the sound is part of my dream.  A quiet rapping.  The sound gets stronger though and soon it’s loud enough to wake me up.  The room is dark.  Lights from the street filter up through the curtains of my room.  The sound is someone knocking on my door.  I look at the clock: 2:56.  

 

I get out of bed and search for a robe, making my way to the door.  Who would be banging on a hotel door at 3:00 in the morning?  It’s probably some poor drunk bastard who can’t find his key and forgot his room number.  Probably stayed in the room at another hotel in another city and they’ve all just blended together.

 

Looking through the peephole I see Sarah.  Blood flows to my dick.

 

I unlock the door to let her in.  “I thought you’d left,” I say as she comes into the room.  “I thought so too,” she says, “but things change.”  I close and lock the door.  Sarah is wearing a black tank top, black jeans and boots.  She’s wearing a brown belted leather jacket.  I let me robe fall open.  My dick is hard.

 

We step together into each others arms.  Our lips are together, pressing and sliding.  The hair around my mouth tickles Sarah’s lips and face and she laughs a little.  Soon her tongue is pressed into my mouth.  It’s warm and has a life of its own as it pushes around.  I slide her jacket off, letting it fall to the floor behind her.

 

She reaches down and strokes my dick once or twice and begins to lower herself to the floor.  “No,” I say, lifting her up, “I don’t just want another blow job.  Come to bed.”  I lead Sarah to the bed and help her undress.  I scoot behind her on the bed and lift her tank top over her head.  I lean against her, pressing my chest against her warm smooth back and whisper in her ear.

 

I tell her how badly I want to fuck her, to be deep insider her.  To feel the walls of her pussy holding me tight.  To have her thighs around my sides.  To have her breasts in my mouth, rising and falling as she breathes and we screw.  As I tell Sarah these things, I can feel her breath change as she gets excited.

 

I push her hair to the side and kiss down her neck – small soft kisses, kisses I would love to cover her entire body with.  She presses back against me and arches back her neck.  My tongue finds that small spot she has told me about and I can feel her body tighten as I play with it with my mouth.  She gasps.

 

Sarah reaches back between us and undoes her bra.  I help slide it off, cupping her breasts in my hands.  “Let me see you suck your nipple,” I say, and Sarah lifts a breast to her mouth.  “This isn’t easy,” she tells me, as she stretches her tongue toward her round, pink hard nipple.  I kneel higher, my dick pressed against her back, and lean over her shoulder.

 

My tongue touches hers and we lick her nipple together.  The idea and sensation are stunning.  I want Sarah so badly I can barely stand it.  I tell her this and she drops her hands to undo her pants.  I am still holding her breasts, rolling her nipples in my fingers, kissing her cheek and listening to her breathe.

 

She hops up, just enough, to slide her pants down past the edge of the bed.  Immediately her hands drop to her lap and she rubs herself.  “I’m so wet,” she says, pulling her fingers out to show me.  I reach for her wrist and pull her hand to my mouth.  I suck her wet from her fingers.  I love the taste.

 

I whisper in her ear that I want to kiss her pussy.  Sarah leans back against me and pivots on the bed, pushing her pants off as she lies down.  In the light of the street, laying there naked and excited and ready, she is a wonder to me.  Her skin is pale and a blend of light and shadow.  Her breasts are big and soft and smooth, with small tight nipples.

 

Her head is back, her eyes half closed and her lips – her beautiful lips – a slightly parted, her breath passing gently through them.  I lean over her and kiss her mouth.  I could kiss her forever.  Her hands are between her legs, rubbing and pressing.  I move down her body, letting the hair of my beard brush her throat, between her breasts and across her stomach as I make my way down to her pussy.

 

Sarah holds it open for me.  In the dim light, her pale skin and dark hair create a contrast around her pink pussy.  I start kissing along her left lip – barely letting my mouth touch her.  She twists on the bed – I lick along between her lips, softly sucking her wet.  She moans a little and then giggles when my tongue touches her on the side of her clit.

 

She is lifting her hips to my mouth and is fumbling with her bag, looking for something.  I hear the faint hum of a vibrator get louder as she moves it to her clit.  “Do you mind?,” she asks.  I don’t mind at all.  I swirl my tongue around her clit as she does the same with her vibrator.  Two fingers are in her keeping rhythm with the way she is moving her body.

 

We do this for what feels like ages.  I love having my mouth pasted against a woman and seeing and feeling her excitement grow.  Sarah is groaning and flicking her hips and pussy against my face.  One hand is rolling the vibrator and the other is pushing my face into her.  Her wet is covering my beard and lips.

 

Suddenly, her movement and breathing change.  They’re no longer soft and fluid, both are hard and sudden.  She tells me she is going to cum.  She says – somewhere between a bark and a whisper – she wants me inside her.  My dick is hard and ready.  I move up her body, stopping to kiss her breasts.  She says “no” and pulls me to her face.  

 

One of her hands is sliding me into her while the other keeps the vibrator on her clit.  Her mouth is pressed onto my face, sucking her wetness off me.  I stroke hard a few times – it pushes Sarah up the bed.  I brace my hands on the wall over the bed and push hard again.  Then I slow down.

 

I hold Sarah’s head in my hands and kiss her face.  I pull out until just my head is resting in the opening of her pussy.  I start to slide it deep into her as slowly as we can both stand.  Her voice is just a long low grown, punctuated by grunts as I push in harder from time to time.  I am kissing her ear.  Telling her I am ready to cum and that I am going to cum deep inside her.

 

Sarah spreads her legs further, spreading her pussy wide open under me.  She tells me to do it hard now.  Her hands are on her calves pulling them apart and toward her.  I fuck her as hard as I can.  Only a few strokes like this and I cum.  I can feel her hot pussy squeezing and getting wetter and warmer with my cum.

 

A tired, satisfied smile spreads across Sarah’s face.  I suck at her lips and brush her cheeks and forehead with my hand.  Her arms wrap around me and hold me close.  “There’s no place else I would rather be in the world,” she whispers under me.  I tell her I feel the same and we kiss again and again.

Sex with Sarah in St. Paul

 

Sometimes, things happen so fast you don’t really even have time to understand what happened.  That’s the way things have unfolded with Sarah.  One way or another – and I won’t say exactly how – she and I met online.   

Only a couple of days after we met, a business trip had me flying to the Twin Cities.  I had no idea where Sarah lived and only mentioned the trip in passing.  She told me she lived outside Minneapolis and asked if I wanted to get together.  I told her I would love to see her and we made plans to have lunch.

 

Sarah hadn’t been ready to share anything with me just yet, but that was OK, we’d be meeting in person and who knew where that might lead?  Since I was attending a conference, we arranged to meet in one of the restaurants in the hotel where I was staying.  When Sarah walked in, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.  

 

She was beautiful and adorable at the same time.  Does that make her beaudorable?  Aduitful?  I don’t know, but she was gorgeous.  She had dark hair to her shoulders that framed a fine face.  Her eyes were a color that I can’t even describe – beautiful and incredibly striking.  And her mouth.  Here lips were amazing.  That day they were a glossy pale pink and so, so round.  As soon as I saw them I wanted to feel them on my own.  Just thinking about them now make me hard.

 

On top of all this, her body was lovely.  Long legs, curving hips and big round breasts – she looked like she might have just stepped off the nose of a WWII bomber.  She was wearing a colorful calf-length skirt and a white shirt under a emerald green cardigan.  In the space of the restaurant I couldn’t see her feet.  She had a small clutch over her left shoulder.

 

As she walked in, she scanned the room, scrutinizing each person.  I waved and her face broke into a beautiful bright smile.  I stood.  Awkwardly, I reached for her and patted her left arm, thanking her for agreeing to meet me.  She looked a little bashful as we sat down across the table from one another. 

 

We chatted amicably for the next hour – about the countless details or our lives, searching for a point of connection.  It was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable.  Just before I asked for the check, I felt Sarah’s bare foot stroking my leg.  The blood rushed into my dick.  She tipped her chair back – just slightly and for just an instant – and put her foot into my lap.  For a second we were both speechless and then she laughed and commented on the coffee we’d just been served.

 

I reached down and took her foot in my hand.  It was warm and soft with long and lovely toes painted bright red.  I rubbed her foot, held her round heel in my hand, caressed her ankle and sole.  She slowly rubbed in on me – never taking her eyes off my face.  My head was spinning.  I wanted this woman, there and then.  My heart was pounding. 

 

Our waiter came over with the check.  As I signed, Sarah glanced at it and smirked.  Two colleagues came into the dining room and saw me; they made their way toward the table.  I introduced Sarah as an old friend and gave her a wink.  After a few minutes of trying to unsuccessfully shake these two interlopers, Sarah looked at her phone and said that she needed to be moving along.

 

I stood and leaned forward to kiss her – but she only offered her cheek.  “Later,” she whispered in my ear, “we’ll see each other later.”  And with that she was gone – leaving me with a raging hardon and for the moment only a memory.  I was finally able to excuse myself and raced to my room to jerk off.

 

The afternoon was a blur.  I wasn’t hearing a word anyone was saying, I was too busy hitting “refresh” on my email and on the various sites Sarah and I used to get in touch with each other.  All I could think about was what she meant by “later.”  Given the schedule for the afternoon and a previous dinner engagement, I was worried I would never find out – at least not if Sarah couldn’t be found.

 

The hours rolled by so slowly.  If nothing else, I thought, I could spend a few lazy hours in my room, thinking about her and masturbating.  There are certainly worse ways to spend an evening.  When I finally walked back through the lobby, it was almost 10:00.  Before I could reach the elevator, the woman at the front desk called over to me.

 

“Mr. Hole,” she began, “I just wanted to let you know that your wife arrived this afternoon and that we gave her a second key to your room.  I just didn’t want you to be startled when you walked in.”  I smiled and nodded woodenly, “thank you,” I said, my mind racing.  

 

When I reached my room it was dark, only a single bedside lamp was on.  I could see Sarah’s clothes folded neatly on the credenza.  A flickering light was visible under the bathroom door and I could hear her singing.  What was she doing, I wondered, and how had she done it?

 

As quietly as possible, I set down my bag, took off my jacket and shoes and walked closer to the bathroom door.  Inside, I could hear the gentle movement of water, music softly playing and Sarah singing quietly along.  My dick was aching.  I pushed the door open slowly and slightly.  What a sight.  The room was lit with tiny votive candles – dozens of them, around the bath, on the counter, on the floor.

 

And there, in the tub, with her head back and eyes closed – now humming – was Sarah.  I called to her before stepping in.  She laughed when she saw the confused look on my face.  “I told you I’d see you later.”  She leaned forward in the tub to run more hot water.  Her breasts were wet and shined in the candle light.  Her face and body and presence were all perfect.

 

“How did you do this?,” I asked, walking toward the tub and taking off my tie.  “It was simple,” she said,  “at lunch I saw your room number on the check.  I went out and did some shopping and then came back with various bags and whatnot.  I went straight to the front desk and told them the most pitiful story you’d ever want to hear.  Shopping, lost wallet, missing key, so tired, just wanted to sleep, blah, blah, blah.  Since I knew your name and your room number – and claimed to be your wife – they were very helpful.  Now, I’ve already washed my hair,” she continued, but the rest of me is pretty dirty – would you like to wash me?”

 

I knelt beside the tub and reached toward her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her toward me.  Slowly, we brought our mouths together.  The taste and texture and warmth of her lips was a revelation.  The were so firm but yielding against mine – so round and full.  I took her head in my hands and held it against mine – her hands held my face as well.  The tips of our tongues touched – sending a charge through my body.  

 

I was so excited by this point that it would have been easy to rush ahead.  But I could tell that neither of us wanted to rush anything.  I leaned forward and licked water from her right nipple, feeling the texture of it on my tongue.  Sarah sighed.

Pulling myself away from her body, I took a small towel from the back of the toilet and dipped it into the tub.  I rubbed the towel around her neck.  “Come closer,” I said, and she leaned against the side of the tub.  As I washed her neck, I kissed her ear, smelling her hair still wet from being washed.  I kissed slowly back from her ear toward the back of her neck, she turned slowly in the tub so her back was facing me.

 

My lips and tongue moved across the back of her neck.  I leaned forward to kiss her left ear.  My hand cupped her breasts.  As I come back down her neck and begin kissing near her left shoulder, Sarah tenses up slightly, “yes,” she says, “kiss me there; right where your doing it.”  I kiss her more firmly, moving my mouth around this apparently sensitive patch of skin.  “What you’re doing is driving me mad, my whole body is tingling.”

 

She leans against me.  I can feel her hand moving between her legs.  She is gasping a little as she rubs herself.  I let go of her breasts so I can undress.  I want her so badly.  I pull off my shirt and t-shirt, push down my pants and boxers and yank off my socks.  I step into the tub with her.  She turns, facing me, and leans against the back of the tub.  I sidle beside her and kiss her right breast – running my hand along the inside of her thighs.

 

Our hands touch at her pussy.  Her fingers are rubbing and mine just brush them, but it’s electric.  I sit up a bit and kiss her face and mouth, whisper in her ear, “I want to be between your legs.  I want to taste you and make you cum with my mouth.”  She moans a little, her eyes closed, and nods.

 

I move further down the tub, to the very top of the tub.  I lift Sarah’s right leg and begin rubbing her foot.  I kiss her toes and move my tongue along her wrinkled sole.  She moves her left foot between my legs and begins to roll my dick against my thigh with it.  It feels great.  I begin kissing around the top of her foot, each one of her read painted toenails and up her ankle.

 

The curve of her calve rests in my hands.  Her knee is bent.  I push her leg further back and kiss the back of her knee.  I let it down and slide my mouth along the inside of her thigh toward her pussy.  She lifts her feet to the edges of the tub and lifts her pussy and ass out of the water – her fingers still playing with her clit.  I put my hands under her ass to help hold her up and press my mouth against her lips, sliding my tongue along them and inside her.

 

She’s wet – and not only with water from the tub, I can taste and feel the smooth juice of her in my mouth.  I kiss her long and push my tongue in deep.  I can feel the walls of her pussy squeezing against my tongue.  I slide it up toward the top and onto her clit.  She move her fingers and puts her hands on the back of my head, pushing me into her.

 

I lap at Sarah’s clit, her legs come together and squeeze me tight.  I love how hard it feels against the tip of my tongue as I swirl it around her.  She is rocking her hips against my face.  I look up and see her pale skin beginning to flush, her head is back and her eyes closed.  Her breasts rise and fall with irregular breaths.  I slide two fingers into her and begin stroking her inside.  

 

Her breath comes out now in one long, low moan; her hips are bucking and her legs are rigid, one resting on each of my shoulders.  The clench of her pussy is more intense and insistent.  Her body is rocking, her teeth are clenched, her nipples hard and the flush red has splotched across her chest and neck.  As she cums harder, Sarah is laughing and she tells me to fuck her.  I want to, but not yet, I want her to keep cumming for me, I want to see her excitement continue, to build up my own excitement until I can’t wait any longer.

 

Finally, I can’t wait.  I slide my hands out from under her and up her sides.  I pull her toward me an I lean back.  My legs are crossed and my dick hard.  Sarah takes my dick in her hand and guides it up inside her.  She wraps her legs around me and we push together as tight and close as we can.  We rock together.  Her arms are around me, pulling my head against her throat.  I am breathing harder and faster and get closer to cumming myself.  I wrap my arms over her shoulders and push deep inside her, pushing her body down onto me.

 

I begin to cum, cum deep inside her.  Her body is still rigid and twitching and I groan and cum.  For minutes we sit there, linked together, in the tub.  My heart is pounding and – resting my head against Sarah’s chest – I can hear hers racing too.  Our bodies relax.  I look into Sarah’s eyes.  The are deep and beautiful.  We kiss again, more tenderly now.

 

The water in the tub has grown cold.  Sarah slowly uncurls herself from around me and stand stiffly.  A mix of water and cum runs down her leg.  She reaches for a towel on the counter and steps out of the tub.  She reaches between her leg and takes some of my cum on her finger.  She brings it to her mouth and sucks it off.

 

I stand up, unable to focus and light-headed.  She hands me a towel and in silence we both dry off.  I reach for her and she for me.  We kiss and take each others hands and walk together into the bedroom where we collapse in each others arms and sleep.