Ah, another glorious morning! Awakened by a magnificently naked and beautiful blonde gently washing your privates with a warm cloth; a guy could get used to this.
Britt smiled at me as I stretched and yawned. "Good morning lover," she said, holding my cock as she ran the warm washcloth over my balls. "We fell asleep this morning and I woke up and we were glued together. Mr. Trojan was still where he was supposed to be, but we were a pretty gooey mess."
I must have had a slightly stricken look of panic on my face. "Don't worry, I started back on birth control and I picked up a 'morning-after' pill too. I'll take that just in case."
Britt dried me with a towel and then crawled up for a kiss. Snuggling up, she threw her leg across me, rubbing against my awakening member, "But I'll tell you what Buster, after what I felt when you came inside me with the condom on, there is no f-ing way I can wait to feel you blast the inside of my pussy." My dick jumped against her leg, eliciting a giggle.
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Yesterday afternoon and evening was another special day for me and evidently Britt also. We got to know each other better over some excellent Chinese food and we talked briefly about the photo shoot we were going to do for my friend John's store down by the beach. Britt and her roommates Gina and Kate met with John and picked up the clothes he wanted to feature in the ad. We planned to do the shoot this afternoon and evening here at my home/studio. Britt also offered to pick up something to grill for dinner.
Early this morning Britt took it upon herself to thank me for what was evidently the tongue-riding of her life. After last night's dinner we sat on the couch and drank our tea and had our fortune cookies. My teasing led to her force feeding me her succulent pussy. I was innocently sitting on the couch when she dropped her tight little cut-off shorts and stood up on the couch, straddling me. I was confronted with a scantily clad pussy, smooth, ripe and ready for the taking. What option did I have? Between my tongue, lips and fingers, Britt's dam gave way. Her sweet juices cascaded down my arm and over my chin and onto my chest, soaking my shirt.
I'd heard of women squirting and seen clips on the internet of women shooting fire-hose volumes across the room, but I suspected that most of those were contrived. Now I still haven't seen the real thing, as I was planted face-first, directly in the line of fire. I can however confirm the velocity and quantity of this particular event, and it was spectacular.
Britt was completely spent afterwards, but I managed to get us cleaned up and between the sheets. In the wee hours of the morning, my nubile playmate, now fully recovered, somehow managed to slip a condom on me and stirred me from my slumber by gliding up and down my cock, reverse cowgirl style. Proclaiming that she was going to 'fuck me good'; Britt rode me hard until I let loose a load that tested the capacity of the rubber.
In the afterglow, still joined, Britt's emotions bubbled to the surface, proclaiming a feeling of such well-being that it worried her. I have to admit that I felt pretty damn good about how the last few days had turned out. But Britt was confused about her emotions and the only thing I could think to do was to just shut-up, be supportive and let whatever happens, happen.
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I would have been content to just lay there the remainder of the day, running my hand up and down her bare back, but a quick glance at the clock changed my mind. "Crap, is that really the time? I'm supposed to meet a painter on a job at seven!"
I bounded out of bed and sprinted to the bathroom.
"What, no quickie?" she yelled as I jumped into the shower.
I half expected Britt to join me, but I was allowed to get in and get out, then dress real quick, ready to head out the door. I could smell coffee as I was getting dressed and as I turned the corner, following the aroma, I was met with a sight that would carry me through the day. Perched on the edge of the island, legs crossed and naked as a jay; Britt had my travel mug in one hand and a paper bag in the other.
"I thought you might need a little help getting out the door, so I made your coffee and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to get you started," she said, holding them out for me.
I took her offering and just as quickly set it aside. "You don't know how tempting it is to just lay you back, spread your legs and screw you silly right here," giving her a kiss and a little butt squeeze.
"Good, I'll put that on the list. Now get your ass out of here and get to work. I'll get cleaned up and lock up for you."
I grabbed my breakfast and ran for the truck. I looked back at the front door to see her standing there like a nudist June Cleaver, waving good-bye to her man. "I'll call you later and maybe we can get together for lunch," I yelled out the driver-side window. Britt blew me a kiss before stepping back inside.
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I made it to the job at the same time as the painter. I showed him what I needed done, and he pointed out the jelly drip on my shirt. I sat in my truck, trying to get the stain out with an old rag when my Blackberry chimed that I had a text message.
'Left and locked. I'll get deli for lunch. Call when and where. XXXXX'
A picture of her sitting naked on my kitchen island this morning flashed through my brain. "I'm a lucky man," I muttered to myself, "Damn grape jelly."
The rest of the morning went smoothly and I texted Britt to meet me at the bayside park at the end of Grand Ave. for lunch. I was sitting on one of the benches facing the parking lot so I could keep an eye out for her when I saw her SUV enter the lot and pull into a parking spot. I couldn't see her until she came around the front of the car, and when she did, I sat there staring, with the dopiest grin imaginable. Britt was wearing the shortest, tightest and brightest orange shorts known to man. On top, barely, was a cropped, low-cut wife-beater that was at least three sizes too small. I swear I watched her nipples harden with each step she took toward me. To complete the look, she somehow managed to walk across the grass wearing a pair of black platform high-heel sandals that must have had 5" spikes.
To say she drew a few looks was an understatement. Only the fact that she would be considered overdressed for the beach, and that it was a weekday, did we avoid any testosterone driven riots. Stopping in front of me she did a slow turn, "Well, whatta ya think?"
"I think you're damn lucky we're out in public, or you might never get lunch."
"Good, I'm glad you like it," sitting in my lap for a kiss and a little grind.Britt stayed seated as she unpacked our lunch. We fed each other as we talked.