After our great Italian dinner, and as Cindy so delicately put it, completing the process of filling all her holes, we began to start the process over from the beginning. It was an easy and wonderful new routine we established. Several weeks went by and on many evenings, often we just had a nice dinner, watched a movie, took a very nice shower together, got in bed and made love. I might add, I am now very skilled at an all-encompassing, good cleaning of a naughty lady. And of course, motivational notes keep coming now and then. Apparently, our motivational sessions were like a light switch for Cindy. Flip it and her pussy turns on!
We never actually discussed our relationship, and kept on saying we were just good friends and neighbors. But we both knew this was just a ruse to keep from actually discussing this this crazy thing we were in. And like some mad scientist in his laboratory, neither of use wanted to talk about the new thing for fear we would upset the incredible chemistry we had stumbled on. So, we just kept drinking the elixir we had cooked up and continued to fuck like rabbits.
One evening after a nice dinner we were sitting on the deck sipping our wine when I said, "You know, you never have asked me much about what I had did for a living, or anything about my life pre-Cindy."
She looked at me and put her finger to her pursed lips, the universal sign to shut-up and be quiet. "But I think you need to know some things," I said.
"No! No Ted. Please don't. I don't want to know. It might ruin everything," she pleaded as her eyes began to tear up.
I quickly got up and went over and kissed her. "Ok, Ok, sweetie, I said. "I'll let you ask when you are ready." I then scooted next to her and put my arm around her. She laid her head on my chest as I stroked her back.
"I just want to be here," she quietly said and looked up at me. "Please, Ted, please."
I just held her tight and we stayed like that for some time.
I never brought that topic up again. What we had was too precious and apparently fragile. We just had to let things simmer in the pot. It would eventually be cooked.
One evening after our run, for we often ran the Park Trail together, we were sitting in the loungers on my deck with a cold beer. Cindy had stripped off her running bra and was soaking up some late afternoon sun on her sweet tits. It had been a beautiful day and the sun's rays still hit most of the deck.
We both were sitting quietly and just soaking up the last rays, and riding that nice one beer high after a good run. Then suddenly Cindy jumped up from her lounger, her no-tan-line breast swaying. Without a word she kicked off her shoes and pushed her running shorts down to her ankles, deftly kicking them in my direction. Suddenly I was in possession of her shorts and she was standing before me completely naked on my deck. Even though it is rater secluded, it is a Condo Complex!
She looked at me, pointed to my shorts, and said, "Take them off Ted. I need you know, right now." Without giving me a chance to comply, she moved over and pried my shoes from my feet, tossing them back over with hers. Then grabbed my shorts and tugged them down and off. They joined the shoes. I was already half hard from just being around her half naked body, but now I was getting to full attention quickly. She moved and straddled me and in one motion engulfed my cock in her beautifully smooth, hairless, and very wet opening. We both moaned as she hit bottom and then wrapped her arms around my neck.
"I've been thinking about your dick for the last thirty minutes. Oh God, I need you."
I moaned and said, "You got me. Don't ever leave me." We began to move slowly back and forth, savoring the contact, the intimacy, the gestalt of sex.
"I won't leave," she managed to say as we both were getting lost in the sensations. Somehow it was not just the physicality of what we were doing, but it was the emotion, a marker of our relationship and our need for each other now. We continued to move back and forth with small up and down motions. There was lust and love all mixed together. No need to hurry. We had time to feel. To touch.
Then we both looked into each other's eyes. We held our gaze as our bodies continued to move, slowly increasing the tempo. It was as if both of us had the same need to be joined, to exchange the energy each of us had built up. The end would evolve, we had no need to push it along. The trip, not our destination, was the focus of our coupling.
To this day neither of us has been able to actually recall who said it first. I am pretty sure I did, but she swears she did. Either way we crossed our own Rubicon. We both said, "I love you."
The next morning when I woke up, I had this incredible, exotic woman next to me. I gently bent down and kissed her check. "Good morning my love."
"Ummmmm," she purred and smiled. "Good morning my love. My lover."
We kissed. A gently, easy, long kiss. Then Cindy lifted up the sheets and peaked down. "Oh my!" she exclaimed. "I seem to have lost my clothes," she giggled. "You too!"
Then she slipped down, letting the sheets cover her completely. I could feel her against my body as she inched downward, kissing my torso along the way. Then I felt her wonderful, warm, wet lips touch the head of cock. It involuntarily twitched. Cindy giggled and then I felt her lips wrap around the head of my now fully engaged penis, and slip downward. My overall body was not fully awake, but parts were throbbing. It was incredible. She continued her slow assault, moving down and then back up in a tortuous slow rhythm. Slowly, ever so slowly she increased the speed of her movements, using her hand and mouth to thoroughly coat my hard cock with her saliva.
Then she popped back up and said, "I want it in me. Please...please."
"How can I say no to a beautiful naked woman," I smiled.
"Can I be on top? I liked it on the deck. It was fun," she said.
I reached hold of her and turned her over on top of me. She needed no coaxing to quickly insert my member into her waiting, slippery sex. Goodness, she was so wet. I just slipped in all the way to the hilt. I groaned. She gasped. A new routine was born.
She put her hands on my chest and slowly moved her body up to where just the tip of my cock was still inside of her. Then she quickly moved down once again. Her ass cheeks resting on my thighs. "Oh God!" she said. "You totally fill me up. All the way up. There is no more room in me. I'm Soooo...Full...oh my God." Then she did it again. Slowly up and a hard down. Again, and again. Each time she let out a grunt and a loud groan. I just let her fuck me and tired to hold steady. Then I could see it in her face. I'd seen it many times and I knew she was near. Then I felt it as she started to contract her muscles and cried out. It was amazing.
Then, as if she could read my mind, she yelled out, "Don't come yet. I want you to come ON me!"
So again, who am I not to follow the request of a beautiful naked lady? Especially one who has my cock buried to the hilt inside of her. It was all I could do to hold back after watching her squeeze her juices all over my stomach. She quicky backed off my extremely sensitive, quivering member, grabbed it, and pointed it toward her. "Now. Don't hold back," she declared as she squeezed and pumped my cock. I immediately began to come, shooting a stream of my jizz onto her beautiful, naked tits and belly. Then another and another stream escaped me. I am not sure where it all came from, but I certainly complied with my sweetheart's request.
She collapsed on top of me. I was spent. She was like a rag doll. I gently moved her to my side and held her close. She seemed to be laughing and crying at the same time. Women can be difficult to understand.
"Oh my God," she said. "That was, that was incredible." Then she looked at me with a big grin on her face. "And now I have your come all over me. I'm going to keep it there all day to remind me of my wonderful lover. I love you so much."
"I love you my dear. And that was amazing. God, your great." Then I bent down and kissed her. A long and passionate one. One to last the day. Or, maybe more like an hour or so. It needed to be done a lot.