Drooping and clumsy with fatigue, it took Ruth a long time to get out of the shower, dry off and get her hair fixed for bed. She was so spent, I think she would have fallen asleep in the tub if I had allowed it. Instead I kept her moving until she was between the flannel sheets of her queen-sized bed -- out like a light.
I was tired too, but I got dressed and drove my rental car to the hotel where I packed and checked out, returning to Ruth's townhouse with my luggage. I was in bed next to Ruth five minutes after dropping my bags in the entryway. Putting my arms around her, I nestled close and fell asleep in 10 seconds, my face tickled by her damp, sweet-smelling hair.
I slept like a dead man for several hours, then gradually became more and more aware of Ruth's warm, nude form beside me in bed. A heavy rain was pounding on the roof overhead, and occasional gusts of wind flung raindrops like buckshot against the darkened bedroom window. The perfumed warmth of Ruth's bed felt incredibly sensual and secure in contrast with the storm howling outside. Feeling restored by a few hours of rest, I sleepily began to explore Ruth's motionless body with my hands.
I don't know if Ruth was dreaming, or responding to my touch, when she sighed contentedly in her sleep and turned toward me. I kissed her face lightly and I could see her smile in the dim light filtering into the room from the hallway.
Ducking under the covers, I lifted Ruth's right arm and put my face against her breasts. My lips moved across the smooth, firm curves of her mounds, seeking until I found a nipple. It was just a small bump in the center of her soft areolae when I first took it between my lips.
Gently I sucked and licked, sucked and licked, as her nipple slowly got longer and thicker in my mouth. I wondered how long I could play, before Ruth woke up. She sighed again and arched her back slightly. Then her breathing changed and I knew she was beginning to waken. Her nipple was fully erect in my mouth, now, and she arched her back even more, pressing her breast forward to be devoured. She gave a low moan.
A minute later Ruth surprised me by taking my head in both hands and gently pulling me up to face her, her stiff, wet nipple falling from my lips.
"It's not fair," she whispered. "I've had three great climaxes since dinner ... four if you count that horrible thing you did to me in the shower ... and you've only had one. Tell me something I can do for you, my master."
"You SHOULD have more orgasms than me," I whispered back, "girls are designed that way. Guys are lucky to have two orgasms a day. But girls can have two or three orgasms an hour, then two or three more the next hour."
"We can?" she said, surprised. "I've heard girls talk about multiple orgasms, but I didn't think it was possible."
"Oh it's possible," I reassured her. "Most women can have multiple orgasms with a little practice."
"You have to practice?" she giggled, with a pretty smile I sensed more than saw.
"Of course! It's pretty easy, but your body has to learn to have an orgasm. And once you learn, it gets easier and easier."
"Well I seem to have an easy time cumming with you," Ruth sighed, snuggling close.
"That's because you're my slave. You'd be punished if you didn't cum for me," I joked. "Seriously, though, you climax pretty easily for somebody with so little experience."
