The sun was illuminating the curtains on a bright Sunday morning. She stirred in her bed, gently waking from a deep sleep; it had been a hectic few days. Her body was waking but her eyes stayed firmly shut. She didn’t want to open them. She was enjoying the heavy feel of the slumber her body was coming out of. She wanted to go back to her dark, restful sleep but her mind had other ideas.
She lazily stretched her arm out across the bed, her warm skin brushing against the cool crispness of the cotton sheet. She reached as far as she could but there was space, just an empty space where, perhaps, another person should be. It was the same every morning. That cold, vacant space just inches from where she lay all snug and warm.
She began to open her eyes, slowly, adjusting to the darkness of her sleep to the light of the day. Through a crack in her eyes she saw the sun trying to burst through the curtains. She groaned. She didn’t want to get up. Or be awake. She wanted to turn over and go back to sleep. It seemed like too much trouble to wake up. Get up. Start the day.
She lay on her back, her head pushed firmly into the pillow and allowed her mind to wander back to earlier in the week when she had been lying in the arms of a man. A relative stranger. Someone she had met by chance. Or was it fate? Their eyes had met, briefly. He was coy and shy, which was at odds to his big, beefy frame. They had circled each other in the room. Occasionally glancing at each other, the little warm smile, the whisper of the hello. And then they took courage and began to talk. They talked a lot. A little flirting. Eye contact. They both knew what they really wanted. But how to get it? How to move past the small talk and take the bold step of arranging a meet? Somewhere private where they could be intimate. That was the thought but not the conversation.
It wasn’t that hard. At her first suggestion he jumped at the chance. And they found themselves the place. The right time. The right mood. Everything was right to let themselves be free and to explore each other.
He took control. He liked that… to be in control. He liked to watch as he looked down on her ecstasy, it was etched on her face. He began stroking her and gently explored her damp pussy with his fingers. Slightly shaky fingers as the nerves kicked in. He soon took control though, in his masterful way, and moved down and knelt between her legs, looking up at her beautiful, swollen pussy. He had done that with his fingers… made her swollen. She had waited for this moment from the second their eyes had tentatively met. She knew it was coming, and this was the moment. Now. He moved his head forward and his hot breath was adding to the excitement she was feeling. Hot on her pussy, making her groan, very quietly. And then he parted his lips and enveloped her engorged clitoris in his mouth. Sucking, pushing his tongue in sweeping movements; making her groan out loud, the quietness had gone. He moved his hand up to the top of her leg and gently inserted his finger into her vagina, pushing it rhythmically back and forth, mimicking the same movement with his mouth and tongue over her clit. She was wet. Very wet. And eager. Her hips started moving in the same motion; thrusting, arching. She could feel an aching in her pussy, she wanted to explode but she couldn’t, his finger was holding her in, holding that wetness in place. That wonderful feeling was taking over her, taking her to that zone, that place where you lose yourself, in the moment. She begged him to let her cum, to let her squirt her juices out. But he smiled a devil smile. ”Just a little longer” he said. And he kept her there, right on the edge, whilst he continued to suck at her clit, rub his thumb over it, push his finger deeper inside her whilst she squirmed and shouted out loud. “Oh fuck, please let me cum”.
He released his finger and moved back, knowing that the gush was about to explode out of her like a cannon. And it did. Such force. He was soaked. She tasted amazing. That sweet juice. Nothing quite like it. Her back was lifted high in the air; her legs were shaking with the joy of the release. She was spent. He pushed her back down and, very masterfully, entered her wet, wet pussy with his rock hard cock. He had his own ache. Deep in his loins. He wanted her so badly. He had done since that first glance. He steadied her legs, took their weight as he started pumping away at her sweet, glorious pussy. She was in that place, in that zone, wanting every push and pound. Her pussy was devouring his cock… yearning for every thrust. He could feel himself cumming, unable to hold himself back any longer. He had to release his spunk deep into her pussy. She was begging for it. She wanted it so badly. And boom, with a lion’s roar, he gave one last push, one last thrust deep into her, watching the lust on her face as she could feel his cock swell even bigger from the load he was about to unleash… and he came. He came heavy. He came with every ounce of energy he had. Every muscle. All the strength in his body. All in one final push. It was good. Oh boy was it good. She was rigid and entangled round him as she received his cum. She wanted every last drop. And she got it. She was worthy of it. And then they rested, trying to get their breathing under control. Smiling with joy. Exhausted. Sweaty. Happy.
The sun was still shining through the curtains. She had that familiar ache in her pussy. A smile on her face from her recent union. The memory. Still so fresh. She needed a release. She reached out for her case. Her case filled with her toys. Her lady toys. She was going to have to sort out this Sunday morning horn herself…
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