We awoke on Sunday morning, and it saddened me to know that our weekend was now over. He son would be returning, and I had to depart. As I lay in bed, I could feel the soreness from the weekend's exertion. It had been a great weekend, full of surprises and pleasure. I thought about the club last night, and fucking her while the waitress watched. I thought about returning here, and continuing on. She was insatiable last night. The thought of it all brought be to hardness again. Maybe I was equally insatiable.
I looked over at her. She was lying on her stomach, legs still splayed from our last fucking. I looked over her face, hair, down her lovely back, to her butt, drinking the entire sight in. I could see traces of my cum leaking from her. Not realizing it, I had started to run a finger over the lips of her pussy. Light grazing it up and back down again. She did not stir right away, but I could see her becoming aroused. I spread her wetness all over, and began to light flip my fingertip over her clit. This caused her to stir, and wake up. She moaned and whimpered, her eyes mostly closed, and a smile on her face. I continued my ministrations, and she began panting and gasping as an orgasm swept over her. She finally rolled onto her side, pressed herself against me, and we kissed.
I started to get up, explaining that I should clean up and leave before her son returned. She said that he would not be home until after dinner, so we could spend the morning together. I asked her if she wanted to go have sex at the IHOP. She looked at me in astonishment, asking me what I had said. I repeated, asking if she wanted to go have breakfast at the IHOP. She laughed, saying that she thought I said have sex at the IHOP. I told her that Freud would love to interpret that, but if she wanted to find a way, I would be game. She looked at me, and then she exclaimed that I had said sex before, and when she saw my grin, she grabbed hold of my nipples, and pinched them hard. I told her that the rough stuff was turning me on, and directed her to my hardon.
She continued to roll and pinch my nipples, delighting when my cock would jump. I admit that it felt good. After a few more minutes, she stopped, and pulled me to my feet. She said we needed to shower. I followed her in, and she moved behind me, placing me between her and the shower head. She reached around me, and turned on the cold water, causing me to nearly jump out of the shower. She laughed at me, and turned on the hot water as well. She apologized, saying that I really needed it though. Soon, the water was nice and warm, and we were caressing each other. I thought to myself that I needed to make her pay for the cold water. I needed to come up with something.
We cleaned each other. When she took to washing my back, I almost melted at her touch. We even washed each others hair, being careful with the shampoo. Feeling her fingers run through my hair temporarily took thoughts of revenge out of mind. I was quite relaxed. After we finished washing each other, and were nice and clean, we stood under the water, embracing each other. There was nothing sexual going on, just the enjoyment of the touch. Once the water began to cool off, we kissed, and stepped out. I took a towel, and began to dry her off. I started with her shoulders, and down her arms. I moved behind her, and dried her back, then moved to the front. I caressed her breasts with the towel while drying her front, and moved down her body. When I was kneeling in front of her, I took on leg, and placed in on my shoulder, and proceeded to dry her calf, thigh, then around back to her butt. I repeated the process with her other leg. Each time, I was treated to a wonderful view of her beautiful pussy, spread open slightly. Once she was dry, she repeated the process for me.