Tom heard the door click. He opened his eyes and saw that it was completely light out. In all of the excitement, he had forgotten to set an alarm clock. Tom sat up and saw that Amy had brought a large tray of food, eggs, sausage, biscuits and gravy and coffee. Tom looked over at the clock and it said seven-thirty. Tom couldn't remember that last time he had slept this late.
"Good morning Mr. Van Winkle. Sleep well?"
"I did. Sleeping Beauty took me to bed last night and wore me out."
"Oh? Is that what happened?" Asked Amy light heartedly.
Tom got up and made his way to the bathroom. He wasn't used to sleeping this long, so he needed to pee really bad. He flushed, washed his hands and returned to the table. He was wearing only his black boxer briefs.
"I will never look at black underwear the same." Said Amy looking directly at his crotch. Her sexuality had been awakened yesterday and she had a full tank and then some in the sex drive department.
Tom and Amy sat quietly and ate breakfast. It occurred to Tom that sometime between last night and this morning, Amy had retrieved an overnight bag from her car. She was wearing different clothes. This morning, Amy was dressed in a pair of blue running shorts, a white tank top with a beige bra underneath and sandals.
"I'm not too sore for round two." Said Amy, in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Good to know." Said Tom. He like Amy's directness. His dick stirred.
"What is your schedule like today, Tom?"
"Today is my travel day, so I don't have to be anywhere except I have to be at the kennel to pick up my dog by eight tonight. What about you?"
"Today is my travel day too, so I have nothing. I don't even have a dog to pick up."
Now Tom was thinking. Well, to be clear, Tom was thinking, and Tom's dick was thinking. They weren't exactly on the same page. Tom's dick was winning out.
"I will just come out with it. I want you to make love to me again Tom." Said Amy.
"I see. Well, it's not exactly a tough sell. But I would like to take a shower first. Would you like to shower with me?"
"Let me think about it for a minute... Okay."
Tom went in and got the shower started, and the water wasn't even warm yet when Amy joined him. She must have stripped out of her clothes on her way to the shower. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and Tom didn't need any encouragement.
He stood under the shower head and let the hot water soak him. Amy came up behind him, put her hands on his ribs, and kissed the top of his right shoulder.
For a girl who never had a sexual thought in her whole life, she was on the right track. Tom was already hard, when Amy slid her right hand down and grabbed ahold of him by the shaft. Tom shuddered. The feel of Amy's sensuous kiss was the perfect complement to the stroking of his cock. Tom began gently pumping his meat into her hand. Amy quickly soaped up her other hand and began working on Tom.
Tom wasn't thinking at all. He was relaxing and enjoying Amy's affection. He wasn't keeping track of his arousal at all until it was too late. Tom let out a groan and came. His first spurt sprayed up almost chin high and hit the front of the shower.
"That was so amazing. You know there are so many sexual things I haven't done. We can scratch jerk off a handsome man until he comes. I love your cock Tom. It's hard and soft at the same time. I now understand why women go crazy for them.
Tom turned, put his hands on Amy's hips and kissed her. Her lips were soft and she was so sweet. Tom just kissed her and kissed her. His kisses were doing their job, as he felt Amy relax. Tom guided Amy to the front and put her under the shower head.
"Where is your shampoo?" Asked Tom.
"It's on the sink. The Shampoo is the green bottle, and the conditioner is the tan bottle."
"Don't move."
Tom stepped out of the shower long enough to grab the bottles and return.
Tom proceeded to wash and condition Amy's hair. It was an unexpected act of affection. The intimacy affected Amy deeply. She felt like she was melting under his touch.
Amy was rinsing the conditioner out of her hair when Tom began kissing Amy's neck. Tom's kisses were like turning on a sexual circuit breaker. Amy's libido kicked into overdrive.
Before long, Amy was breathing hard and large red splotches of arousal appeared across her neck and torso. Her breathing was ragged and without realizing it, Amy had backed up into Tom's purple headed, leaking cock. Tom was highly turned on.
Amy bent at the waist while pushing back into Tom and reached back between her legs. Without thinking, she guided Tom into her steaming womanhood. Amy didn't need any additional foreplay, she was maxed out, and Tom sunk all the way in on the first push.
Tom and Amy found their rhythm. They spent the next ten minutes enjoying the pleasures of shower sex before Amy finally cried out and climaxed. Tom wasn't quite there yet and picked up the pace when Amy cried out. A minute later, and Tom crested the hill. His orgasm triggering Amy into an add-on to her orgasm that turned both of their legs weak.
Tom and Amy caught their breath, and Tom grabbed a dry towel and dried Amy off. Tom dried off as best as he could with what remained of Amy's towel. They were both silent. The events of the last twelve hours were having a profound impact on them.
It was decided that they would finish dressing and begin their trip home. They agreed to meet for lunch in Claremont Mesa at noon. The drive would give them time to think.
The drive was a needed respite for Amy. Her life had changed radically in the last 24 hours. She was playing back the events in her mind. Her time at the range was this surreal awakening. She had come to reserve training this boring, passive student and she had run into Tom. Tom was a force! Did this mean she had daddy issues?
Amy set the cruise control in her ten-year-old Rav 4, dropped her hand to her lap and began to touch herself. Not enough to get off, but enough to bring back the memories of the last twenty-four hours.
Tom got on the interstate and headed south. Amy had done a number on him. He had not seen her coming. He had driven to the Reserve Base in the Inland Empire to do his qualifications, and to do some Marshal's business. He had cross over between his two jobs, and in a rare display of cooperation between competing bureaucracies, both of his bosses were completely supportive and co-operative.
Like Amy, Tom was running through the recent developments in his life. Amy was very young and super sweet. He had to be very careful not to hurt her. Tom really liked her directness. She said what was on her mind and didn't play games. It was completely unlike any of his previous relationships. Tom was never adept at reading a woman's mind or at picking up on the exact meaning or timing of the cryptic social cues dropped by his prior love interests.
The little cafe was busy, but Tom was a regular and the staff always found a table for him. Gloria, his favorite server had just poured him a cup of coffee when Amy came in the front door. God she is beautiful thought Tom, and she doesn't even know it.
Tom stood as Amy approached and kissed her on the lips. Amy received his affections enthusiastically. Her smile was radiant. Amy sat and grabbed a menu.
