The Barkeep And The Model Pt 04

Xanthe pushed me onto my back and scooted down. "My turn," she said as she licked from the base of my shaft to the head. Her tongue circled the ridge then tickled my frenulum, which caused me to moan rather than giggle. When she lowered her head and took my member into her mouth I almost passed out in ecstasy. I wanted to tell her how good it felt but all i could manage was more and deeper moans.

As she hoovered my cock I felt it grow even larger than usual. She must have felt it too because she suddenly pulled her mouth off me, saying "I want to taste you and feel you cum in my mouth but not now." Straddling my hips she reached between her thighs and lifted my cock straight up. Pressing the head against her opening she lowered herself until just my head was in her labia.

"God, Dusty, you feel fantastic inside me," she exclaimed. With almost excruciating slowness she continued to slide down over me until our pubic bones met. Slowly moving her hips as if she were twirling a hula hoop she was driving me crazy wanting more. I reached up and took a nipple in each hand, twisting them between my thumbs and forefingers. She moaned loudly and rose up until only my head remained inside her before dropping back down. She quickly established the perfect rhythm, neither too fast nor too slow.

"Hon, I'm not going to last much longer," I cautioned her.

"It's okay, I"m on the pill," she replied. "I want to feel you cum inside and fill me up."

Moments later I did just that, thrusting up into her striving to somehow get more than all of my cock inside. I felt myself explode with the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had. What felt like a gallon of cum flooded her pussy and a mixture of our juices leaked out and ran over my sac as she came again as well.

"Jeeze, babe, how long have you been storing that up?" she teased.

I pulled her down until she was lying on top of me, still joined together. "Xan, you need to know I'm going to fall in love with you, and it won't take very long."

"Good decision, cowboy," she grinned.

Against my fervent desires my cock slowly softened and shrank. When it popped out she rolled off me and once again bent down to take me in her mouth. She gently licked and sucked me clean, then crept up and kissed me. I tasted the mingled juices of our lovemaking and knew it was a flavor I would enjoy again and again.

Xanthe snuggled into my arms and we fell asleep around midnight - early for me but I don't usually get the kind of workout we'd just had. Around four a.m. I gradually woke as I felt an erection growing. Xanthe was fondling me and staring at my face as my eyes opened. When she knew I was awake she leaned down and took me into her mouth once again.

I already knew her oral talents were beyond compare but I swear she outdid herself. She played my member like a concert pianist, bobbing up and down, licking, teasing. She pulled off me and dropped lower to take first one then the other ball in her mouth. She slipped a finger between my thighs and caressed my perineum.

Taking my shaft back into her mouth she enhanced her efforts by wrapping her hand around it. As her mouth bobbed up and down her hand followed so the entire length was receiving attention.

"Hon, I'm going to cum," I told her.

"Mmmph," she mumbled as she continued pleasuring me. I put my hands on the back of her head and as I shot off into her mouth held her still. She laid still, holding me inside as I softened then pulled off. "Delicious!" she declared with a huge smile before kissing me passionately.

"You're amazing," I told her sincerely.

"You're not so bad yourself," she replied. "But I'm afraid I need to get home soon. That paper still needs to be re-read and edited."

"Why don't you take a shower and I'll make us an early breakfast. After, I'll drive you home," I suggested.

"Sounds great," she said as she hopped out of bed and headed to the en suite. I got up as well and pulled on a pair of boxers. After using the half bath to pee I rode the elevator down and raided the restaurant's kitchen for the ingredients for an omelet. I debated keeping it vegetable but decided we both might need more substance. I grabbed some breakfast sausage links as well. Back upstairs I entered the kitchen and pulled on an apron.

I had a single-serve coffee maker in my apartment and brewed myself a cup then set it up for a second which I'd start as soon as Xanthe appeared. Meanwhile I sliced mushrooms, onion, green and red bell peppers and removed the casings from the sausage before breaking them up. I also peeled and diced a potato and tossed it into a pan to make some home fries.

When the home fries were sufficiently browned and cooked through I moved them into the warming drawer and added a second pan to my arsenal. When Xanthe appeared I started the coffee and fired the gas under one pan. When the olive oil was up to temperature I sautéed the veggies and sausage then added them to the warming drawer as well. After handing Xanthe her coffee I poured beaten eggs into both pans and waited while the eggs rose into fluffy omelets. Covering one half of each with the fillings and adding shredded cheese I folded them over. A few minutes on each side ensured the cheese had melted so I plated omelets and home fries and set them on the table.

"This smells wonderful!" Xanthe declared. "And it tastes even better! You're a man of many talents. And I'm the lucky lady who gets to sample two of your best!"

"I promise you I'm the lucky one," I said.

"Let me put the dishes in the dishwasher and then maybe you can drive me home?"

"Absolutely. These pans can go in with the dishes," I told her as we carried the plates to the kitchen. While she loaded the machine I took a quick shower and dressed. "Ready to go?" I asked.

"Nope," she said as she wrapped her arms around me and locked our lips together. We made out for several long minutes until she reluctantly broke it off, sighing. "I still don't want to leave but I really need to."

I escorted her down and through the kitchen to the back door. I hit the remote to unlock the car then walked her around to the passenger side. I opened the door and closed it behind her once she was settled.

"I love that you always open and hold doors for me. Not many men do that anymore."

"My Dad held the doors for my Mom his entire life. It's just natural to me, although there are lots of women these days who not only don't expect it but are often surprised," I explained.

When we reached her apartment I opened the car door for her then walked her to her unit. She unlocked the door and we stood there while we kissed. When we finally broke it off she said, "I loved everything about the last few days, Dusty. I wish I could have stayed but I have to get this paper finished. If I do, I'll let you know and perhaps we can have dinner or something."

"That would be great, hon, but your school comes first."

"Only for the next six months or so. I'll be finished then and when this term ends in three months I'll only need to take one class for the remainder. Right now I have class Monday and Tuesday but next term it will be only one night per week. And less studying and homework, I hope," she explained.

"Okay, now get inside and get to work!" I said with mock sternness.

"Yes sir!" she saluted, kissed me once more quickly then turned and fully entered her apartment. I waited until she closed and locked the door then walked back to my car and drove home.