"Whatever you recommend," she replied, "You've never steered me wrong in all the time I've known you."
We both laughed since we hadn't even known each other for a week by this point then I grabbed a couple of citrusy IPAs and poured them into glasses for us. I had a decent sized dining table but, since it was just the two of us, we parked at the section of my kitchen counter that had stools. I had been living there before I'd ever met a professional chef but they all seemed to think it was a good setup for cooking and eating and socializing and Antonia was no exception. We were chatting as we ate and drank, with her first telling me all about the rest of the time she'd spent in The Hamptons after Katie and I had left. We ended up talking about my job a bit but she also wanted more details about how I'd hooked up with Katie and Amanda in the first place.
Once we'd had enough to eat, we cleaned up then headed to the couch with another round of beers. I'd asked if she wanted to go out anywhere or to see anything before she would be leaving but she just wanted to relax and hang out. We were still naked and, after some initial continuation of our conversation, we gradually progressed to kissing then making out and caressing and fondling. When my cock was fully rigid, she straddled me on the couch, guiding my cock to her hot, wet pussy and lowering herself onto it. We both moaned as my cock filled her and, as she started to slowly move up and down, I was caressing the soft, smooth flesh of her ass. Once she got a steady rhythm going, she brought her lips to mine and we resumed making out as she was riding my cock. We hadn't really done much making out while we'd been in The Hamptons with Katie so this actually felt a little bit more intimate. Of course, with it just being the two of us, it was actually more intimate.
I brought my hands up between us to fondle her tits while savoring the feeling of her hot, wet pussy sliding up and down my tool. This week definitely had not been the longest that I'd gone without having sex but it sure did seem like going without for a few days was heightening the overall experience. Of course with Antonia being a new partner who I was totally psyched to be having sex with again, and who I'd been thinking about a lot during those few days apart, it should not have been a surprise at all that finally being back together again was exceeding expectations. She kept the pace nice and slow so we were able to thoroughly explore each other's mouths with our tongues as she was riding me. I was savoring not just the feeling of her hot, wet pussy sliding up and down my cock but also the soft, smooth flesh of her boobs and her hard nipples against my palms.
I would have been more than happy to continue like this for the rest of her visit and, for a little while, it felt like we might. I don't think it was a conscious thing as she slowly began to ride me a little harder and faster but neither of us had any complaints about it. We continued to make out for as long as we could but eventually reached a point where she was just riding me too hard and fast. She also appeared to be getting closer to cumming so not being able to make out allowed her to be more vocal about the pleasure she was feeling. The building I lived in was pretty old so not particularly soundproof but it was the middle of the week and the middle of the workday so I wasn't too worried about her disturbing my neighbors. Of course if there were any neighbors around to hear her, it wouldn't be the first time that moans of pleasure would have been heard emanating from my apartment or even the first time that moans of pleasure from a female celebrity chef were heard.
Since we could no longer make out, I leaned back and discovered that I could watch her big boobs bouncing so I dropped my hands to her waist, holding it as I pushed up into her. Despite her pussy becoming even hotter and wetter, I wasn't getting close to cumming yet, which was good because, as I watched her tits bounce, there was something that I was feeling a strong urge to do before I did cum. She was definitely getting close, though, so I was enjoying the increased flow of lubrication into her already wet pussy. There really wasn't anything more that I could do to draw out or increase the pleasure she was feeling since she was controlling the pace but that didn't seem to be any issue for either of us. When she finally dropped down onto my cock and just sat there, I glanced up from her tits since they'd ceased bouncing and saw a look of pure pleasure on her face. She was briefly still and silent then let out a cry as her body started shaking.
I resumed fondling her tits as she was cumming though I doubt that really did much to heighten the pleasure of her orgasm. It was a relief, however, that she appeared to cum as long and as hard as she had when we'd been in The Hamptons. My own orgasm, though it hadn't really been building yet in earnest, still backed off a little as she was cumming since she was no longer moving up and down on my cock. This was most definitely fine with me and had me thinking of even more things that we could probably manage before I did get close to cumming. When she went still and silent again, she remained seated on my cock as she was catching her breath then leaned in to kiss me.
"You keep making me more and more happy that I was invited to visit you before I fly back to California," she said after planting quite a few kisses on me.
"Well let's not stop now," I said, "there's still plenty of time and plenty to do."
I had her climb off of my cock and get on all-fours while I got up onto my knees, my stiff cock sticking out in front of me. I ran my hands over her sweet ass before guiding my tool back into her hot, wet pussy which caused both of us to moan. Holding her hips, I started to slowly slide my cock in and out of her, relishing the pleasurable feeling once again. She reached under herself to caress her clit as I was fucking her and I'd swear her pussy immediately became even wetter. She was pushing back, matching my pace, so once I felt like we had a good rhythm going, I moved my hands up from her hips to cup her swinging tits. Feeling their weight in my hands and her hard nipples against my palms, I'm pretty sure my stiff cock swelled even more. Based on the increase in volume and duration of her moaning, it seemed as though she agreed, but that could also have been due to her fingers on her clit.
As I was fucking her this time, I did start to feel my orgasm slowly beginning to build but I wasn't worried about being done too quickly. First, since she'd cum already there was no concern about leaving her in the dust. Second, even though I didn't know her or her body all that well yet, I'd had sex with her enough by that point to know that each subsequent orgasm seemed easier for her to achieve after the first. Finally, even if I did spontaneously start spewing unexpectedly, we still had the whole night ahead of us, plus probably a few hours in the morning, so there was still plenty of time for more orgasms. These thoughts kept me stress-free even as my orgasm continued to build.
As with when she'd been riding my cock, she was gradually increasing our pace by pushing back harder and faster the closer she was getting to her orgasm without throwing off our rhythm. When it seemed like she was really close, I straightened up again, releasing her tits and holding her waist so that I could make sure that she was getting the full length of my stiff cock. Looking down, I was watching her ass jiggle each time my hips smacked against it. The sound of my hips smacking against her ass joined her moaning but probably wasn't loud enough to be heard by any of my neighbors. She was pushing back so hard and fast by the time she was right on the verge that it became easier for me to just give a thrust each time her ass hit my hips rather than trying to match her pace.
When she pushed back hard and just held there, I made sure that my cock was fully embedded inside her by pulling her back as I pushed forward. After a moment of silence, she cried out as her entire body started shaking. I thrust into her a few times as she was cumming, enjoying the fresh flood of lubrication within her pussy. Of course it was another of her typical long and clearly highly pleasurable orgasms which I knew that I was only partially responsible for and that was fine with me. When it was clear that she'd finished cumming, but before she made any move to resume having me fuck her from behind, I pulled out and had her lie on her back. I moved up and straddled her, laying my cock between her boobs then bringing them together against it.
Her eyes were still a little glazed as I started to slide my cock between her luscious tits so I figured she was probably fine with this not being something that was necessarily benefiting her. She was watching my cock as it peeked repeatedly from her cleavage but my focus was on her breasts overall. As I was savoring the pleasure provided by the soft, smooth flesh against my stiff cock, I was also admiring them as well as fondling them. Because her pussy had become so much hotter and wetter before her last orgasm, I'd been getting much closer to cumming. Since there was not much of a delay between fucking her from behind and fucking her tits, my orgasm continued building but I was not anticipating spewing onto her chest.
Since she'd arrived at my apartment, I'd eaten her pussy, fucked her ass, fucked her pussy and now was fucking her tits but I had yet to slip my cock into her mouth. While I was absolutely expecting a long and incredibly pleasurable blowjob at some point before she had to leave, as I was looking down and glanced at her face, her tongue had started to run along her lips. As incredible as fucking her tits was feeling, I knew that slipping my cock into her mouth was also going to feel outstanding. I slowly fucked those big beauties until I was close to cumming but not quite there yet so I could enjoy her oral talents for at least a bit before spewing into her mouth.
