He woke up in bliss. The sun was streaming through white curtains, which fluttered gently in the morning breeze. Outside the branches of trees, dressed in green and orange leaves, swayed gently. And his dick was in her mouth.
He looked down and saw her shape, draped in white sheets, bobbing up and down. He had no idea how long she'd been at it, but right away he felt a surge in his balls. He gripped the sheets with both hands and let loose a torrent of semen. He heard her gulping it down.
She emerged, damp with sweat, and flopped down beside him. She was just as lovely in the daylight, though her makeup was streaked and her hair tangled. Her body was soft and tender as she snuggled up beside me. I put her arm around her, feeling the soft flesh of her love handle. I grabbed on.
"Do you mind this?" I asked.
"No, I like it. Despite society's pressures, I'm actually pretty happy with my body."
"You should be. I am."
"You don't need to pour on the charm. I already sucked your cock."
"You did. Um, thanks?"
"You don't need to thank me, dork. I saw that hard cock through the sheets and I just wanted it. A thing you should know about me is, I'm pretty much horny all the time."
"Me too."
"Well then. Common ground. So, do you have somewhere to be?"
Did I? I had a one bedroom apartment. I had a fridge to clean out and half finished draft due next week. So no, I had no where to be.
"No plans. I'm all yours. Uh, I'm assuming you were asking because you want to keep hanging out."
"Well yeah. Duh. I imagine you're enjoying yourself as much as I am."
I smiled.
"Yes, I'm enjoying my self immensely."
"Good. I'm glad to hear it. Tell you what: I'd like to eat breakfast in bed and watch cartoons. So you stay here and find something on that," she pointed to her laptop, "and I'll go cook something. Sounds good?"
I smiled again. My Saturday morning ritual usually consisted of cartoons, cereal, porn and jerking off, so yeah, it sounded good.
"Deal."
"Great."
She sat up and sniffed her armpit.
"Hm, maybe I should shower. What do you think?"
She shoved her hairy armpit in my face. Good, it smelled good. I grabbed her and held her close, breathing in deeply. Her soft breast touched my face and my dick started to harden again.
"You smell so fucking good."
"Then no need for a shower. We'll probably just get messy again. See you in a minute."
She slid on a clean thong and my t-shirt and left the room.
I flipped open her laptop and was instantly compelled to snoop around, but I thought better of it. While her email account and search history would tell me more about the woman I who had squirted in my face last night, I would feel strange learning about her in such a backhanded way.
I popped open a streaming platform and cued up some Steven Universe. It felt appropriate for the occasion.
Melanie returned 10 minutes later with breakfast tray: scrambled eggs and toast, sliced oranges and hot strong coffee. We cozied up and ate, and watched. When we finished eating we spooned and watched some more, and when my cock got hard I started fucking her asscrack and she rubbed her clit, then she pulled aside the crotch of her thong and I fucked her from behind. We both came and kept watching the show.
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I stayed there all day and over the next night. It was idyllic. We ate, we fucked, we chatted. At one point I went the bathroom and when I came back she was bent over the table, ass out, masturbating. I walked up behind her, got down on my knees and ate her ass. She came while grinding her ass into my face. In the evening she jerked me off while we watched The Last Jedi and licked the cum off her hand. We fell asleep spooning with my exhausted cock nestled between her ass cheeks.
In the morning it was drizzling. I said I should go home to take care of some things, which was half true. But mostly I was worried.
We said goodbye tenderly, fucking each other's mouths with our tongues, and I walked home in the grey light.
I h=got home and showered, cleaned up the kitchen, made coffee and sat down to work. But I was distracted. I my thoughts kept drifting back to Melanie. Her soft supple body. Her eyes that glowed with warmth. Her thick pink tongue and soft lips. I could already tell I was falling for her, or at least felt so comfortable and horny around her that I just wanted to keep fucking her forever. And I think she liked me too, though it's hard to compare HOW MUCH you're falling for someone after one weekend together. But that's not what worried me.
What worried me was this: I'd just gotten out of a 3 year relationship with Grace. And that had mostly been fruitless. not only that it hadn't had a future, but that we had both been unhappy for so much of it and too afraid to escape it. And now, the first woman I took to bed, and I was what, gonna shack up with her? Devote the rest of my life to slurping her pussy and her pussy alone? What about experimenting? One night stands? Threesomes? Orgies? Making a mistake and hooking up with someone I don't like or connect with sexually then have to awkwardly ghost?
Mostly I was afraid I'd get in over my head. I looked around at my life. I liked my place and my friends, but there was nothing really keeping me from totally falling into this thing. I worked freelance from home. I didn't have any pets or plants or kids to take care of. If I brought my laptop over to her place I'd really never need to come back here. I decided to clear my head.
