My St Pauli Girl Pt 02

The warmth of Chelsea's lips woke me, kissing along my neck. My eyes fluttered open to the sight of that beautiful, smiling face.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said.

She straddled my lap and hugged me close. Her breasts pressed into my chest. I noticed her knees, still clad in those sexy white cotton thigh-highs moving on either side of my waist.

An even greater warmth emanated from our nether regions. I felt her warm slit slide up and down on my already hard morning wood, raising my heart beat faster than most mornings.

"I want to go for a ride," she whispered in my ear, nibbling on my lobe and kissing my neck.

"You can ride me any time, beautiful," I said, turning my face toward hers and leaning in for a kiss.

My hands ran down her flanks, past her hips and around that sexy, plump ass. I squeezed those sumptuous cheeks and started helping her rub along my cock.

But Chelsea was in a more domineering mode this morning. She grabbed my hands and pinned them on either side of the pillow my head rested on.

"You just relax, Charlie," she said, kissing my neck again. "It's my turn to take charge."

Chelsea reached her hand down between her legs and grabbed my aching cock, straightening it out and raising her pussy up over the top. Then she lowered herself down on me, once again engulfed by her warm tightness.

She rocked back and forth, working my cock like a stick shift. Her shoulders bunched in, pressing her tits together as she mashed them into my face. I took the cue and started suckling each of those beautiful nipples like a baby having breakfast.

Chelsea's hands came down on either side of my head, bracing her body as she rode me faster and faster. I took as much of each breast as would fit in my mouth, nibbling on her nipples and tickling them with my tongue.

Her breasts pulled away as Chelsea sat up and settled down, my entire cock inside her. She ground deeply along my crotch, smiling down on me as she bunched her shoulders and pressed those perky tits together, teasing me. I tried to rise up and get them in my mouth, but she pushed me back down on the mattress.

"Nah-uh. Be a good boy or no more tit," she said, waggling her index finger at me with a mischievous smile.

Chelsea started rising up on her knees, giving me the briefest view of my cock in between her legs, before plopping back down with all her weight. She picked up a rhythm and started bouncing up and down on my lap, moaning overhead while I groaned in pleasure down below.

She dug her nails into my abs, bracing herself as she bounced harder and harder on top of me. I laid back, took the slight pain and enjoyed the sight of her big tits bouncing in a rhythm to the sound of her crotch slapping into mine with each impact.

Chelsea was a fit woman, which showed as she bounced faster and faster. But it wasn't fast enough to get me off.

I reached my hands to her waist and motioned her up on her knees until my cock was barely still inside her. I bent my legs, planted my feet up closer to her ass and thrust up into her, my hands still tightly gripping her ass. She moaned as my crotch slapped into her with the impact.

Chelsea started plopping back down each time I thrust into her, increasing the force of our impact. I thrust faster and faster, and she matched my quickening rhythm. We crashed into each other, faster and faster, our moans getting louder as we picked up speed.

"Oh fuck; that's it, Charlie," she moaned, digging her nails into my chest.

I spanked her ass hard in response and thrust that much faster, her gawking voice and gaping mouth driving me toward climax.

Chelsea collapsed on me, pressing her face to mine as we moaned in unison to the quick, slapping impact of our fucking. I felt the rush once again growled, emptying myself inside her for a second time. She lost control of her lower body and could barely stay on her knees while I pounded into her pussy, driving her over the edge. We fucked through several more waves of ecstasy before settling down, Chelsea still draped over me.

"Oh my god, Charlie," she moaned, her mouth pressed to my cheek, exasperated. "I don't want to leave this bed."

I ran my hands up and down her back, settling once again on that luscious booty. We lay there, her using me as her pillow, for the next half hour or so before her phone chimed with a new text message. Chelsea grabbed it and sighed.

"My friends want to meet me for breakfast at the Berry Patch," she said, laughing a bit before adding, "They want to know if you'll be coming."

"I'm famished," I said.

"We should probably freshen up," she said. "Just because they know we fucked doesn't mean we should smell like it. I'll go hit the shower first."

Chelsea rolled off of me and stood up, giving me that everlasting view of her perfect bubble topping those sexy, tan thighs and long, white cotton socks. She sashayed into the bathroom, looking back at me with that mischievous smile before disappearing around the door.

I waited several minutes until the water started running, got up and walked toward the bathroom. Making love in a shower had always been a fantasy of mine.

A cloud of steam filled the white bathroom, equipped with a large walk-in shower. Behind a glass door stood Chelsea's perfect figure, water raining down on her from the elevated showerhead.

I walked up and opened the door. Chelsea turned to me, her entire body wet and glistening.

"Took you long enough," she said with that familiar mischievous smile.

"Wanted you to get nice and wet for me," I said, closing the door behind me.

We embraced each other under the rain showerhead. I pulled her into me, and we lost ourselves in another long, deep kiss, our lips churning and tongues twirling. My hands went down to her glistening booty and squeezed, lifting her up on her toes. She grabbed my ass, which I flexed as she dug her nails in.

I started kissing down her cheek and along the side of her neck, slowly bending down as I made my way down to her chest. I continued down her collarbone to those big, shiny breasts, the nipples dripping wet.

I took turns sucking each into my mouth, squeezing and rolling the other between my thumb and index finger. Chelsea started to moan overhead while I played with her breasts, seeing how much of each I could fit in my mouth.

After several more seconds suckling her chest, I continued south, kneeling down in front of her. My lips traced a line down her flat stomach, past her waist and into that thin strip of pubic hair. I brushed my nose through it, ticking her as I narrowed in on her sex. Chelsea grabbed the back of my head and tried to push my face into her mound, but I held back. Instead, my hands went to her waist and started turning her around before settling on either side of her hips.

I kneeled down farther and stared up at that plump peach, perfectly tanned from her hours at the salon, like a little boy on Christmas morning. Rivulets of shower water ran down her soft, flawless skin. Some disappeared into that wondrous ass crack hiding the most glorious of sexes.

She laughed at my awestruck expression. "I'm starting to think you only want me for my butt."

"It's only one of your many great assets," I shot back, bringing my hands a few inches from her hips and lightly slapping down on either ass cheek.

After taking in the view for several seconds, I dove in. Her ass cheeks engulfed my face as I pressed deeper. My tongue came out and started licking up and down her taint.

My tongue reached the outer rim of her pussy and lapped back and forth across it. Chelsea's hand came back to my head and pushed me in closer, yearning for the feel of my tongue wriggling inside her again.

I buried my tongue inside her and started going to work, licking every fold of her pussy while her moans grew overhead. I unfurled and corkscrewed my tongue in and out. My lips formed an airlock and sucked her sex. My hands gripped her ass cheeks and mashed them around my face, pressing so hard I lifted her to her toes. Chelsea balanced herself against the shower wall, her legs getting shaky with pleasure.

I didn't know how freaky she'd get but decided this was a good a chance as ever. My tongue slithered out of her pussy and up her taint before circling that puckered asshole. Chelsea looked down at me apprehensively but didn't move to stop my intrusion.

I circled Chelsea's anus several times before pressing the tip of my tongue a couple inches in. She clenched her ass as I pegged her, pressing harder and harder with each thrust. Slowly but surely, I worked several inches into her vice grip of an asshole, tickling her more intimately than she had ever felt.

My right hand went up between Chelsea's legs. I slipped my index and middle fingers into her pussy and started pumping while my tongue dug around in her asshole. Chelsea lost it overhead, bracing herself with both hands on the shower wall and yelling out in ecstasy while I impaled her on my tongue and fingers.

I could have eaten her indefinitely, but we couldn't wait too much longer to leave, and I wanted to fuck her brains out in this shower. I spread my tongue out and gave her pussy and butt crack one more long lick upward as I stood up behind her.

My throbbing cock settled into her wet ass. I grabbed her chin with one hand and turned her face toward mine. She looked at me with that wonderful glazed expression. I leaned in and we made out voraciously.

My other hand went down and lined my cock up with her dripping wet pussy. I buried myself to the hilt, and Chelsea broke our kiss with a whimper. I started steadily pumping her, lavishing in each slap of our wet skin coming together.

My hands ran up her stomach to her breasts, massaging each, twisting her nipples. I kissed my way along her neck and cheek, yearning to feel those luscious lips again. She turned toward me, and we simultaneously made out and fucked, completely immersed in each other.

My thrusts became quicker, fiercer, slowly moving Chelsea toward one of the glass wall. She reached out with both hands, braced her body against the glass wall and wailed while I fucked her harder and harder from behind. Her ass jiggled slightly each quick thrust. Her breasts pressed up against the glass.

I pounded and pounded relentlessly, starting to peak. Soon Chelsea and I yelled out in unison. Several more savage thrusts and I climaxed, burying myself inside and holding her pinned against the glass wall.

We stayed like that for several more seconds, wailing and panting, letting the water run over us. My hands hugged around her waist. She reached back to caress my cheek. We leaned in and started making out under the showerhead.

After lathering and cleaning each other, we dressed and headed for the restaurant, where her friends gave us hell for our one-night stand. We took it in stride, nestled in each other's arms, enjoying some Bavarian pancakes after an epic night of lovemaking.

Chelsea walked me back to my truck, parked outside the hotel I'd rented a room in but barely went inside. We hugged each other closely and shared another deep, passionate kiss.

"I guess this is it," I said, releasing her lips but not her body.

"For now," she said with a smile. "You've become quite the man, Charlie."

"Deep down, I did it all for you," I said, starting to tear up slightly. "You're the single-most appealing woman I've ever met, Chelsea."

"Then let's make sure we meet again," she said. "Maybe it's Seattle, maybe it's the coast. But let's not let this be it. Promise?"

"Promise," I said.

We locked lips one more time before I climbed in my truck. I watched Chelsea walk back down the street, feeling the most satisfied I ever had. My dream had come true and didn't seem like it was quite over.