The cold Colorado winter wind gusted outside, then calmed. What a luxury to be living in California he thought. But, the room was warm, and their two naked bodies nestled together in the heated ambience. Her body, pressed against his, stirred slightly and she sighed, then curled her knees a little and tightened her arm over his shoulder, but still seemed to be sleeping. He thought of the first time they met on-line.
The message popped up on the screen. "What's under the robe?" it flashed. Her screen name was pussykat. He smiled, always happy when a mature woman pmed him. "Just the usual stuff" he typed. Then a long conversation started; it seemed so natural. They talked regularly, when time allowed, and they would drift away, come back, and drift away again. The conversation always included sexual innuendos, and eventually they made love—so satisfyingly that the inevitable happened, and they decided to meet "just to have lunch," and here they were, naked in bed, basking in the reverie of their fantastic sex.
His thoughts caused a swelling between is legs. It was still wet from the combination of his semen and her natural juices that flowed so freely, the air redolent with their mixed scent. Soon the swelling became a full erection, straining against her closed legs. His fingers gently traced lines up and down Katherine's bare arms. She sighed again, and kissed his shoulder. There was no need for words. They'd used words so many times to express their loving on the screen. Now it was just soaking up the closeness, enjoying the moment.
She moved her hips and slid her left leg over Teddy's, massaging her calf up and down his hairy leg. The space allowed his hardness to spring free from its confinement. He moved his hand over her smoothly contoured hip, down her leg, then crossed to her inner thigh. She purred like a kitten, a pussykat he thought, as his fingers tiptoed up her soft thigh, feeling the heat and wetness that he both left and created just moments ago. She looked up demurely and chuckled whispering "I'm still pretty wet down there darling." His fingers parted her warm lips with a tiny click, touching what felt like warm aloe. "Two fingers please" she said with a devilish smile, as if ordering a glass of scotch.
She bucked her hips, backing away when he probed deeply, then slamming forward when he pulled back, his fingers worked inside her spongy wet pussy, making delicious slurpy fetching sounds. He imagined the image of his fingers surrounded by her slippery pink walls, and rejoiced that her wetness was so lusciously added to by the semen so recently shot from his balls.
Brought back to reality by the sensation of her fingers wrapping themselves around his cock he whispered "Oh baby, stroke it." She moved the loose skin over his rigid shaft, and his heart fluttered when she said "I want to taste you Teddy."
Feeling devilish, he took his sopping fingers out of her pussy, and began to gloss her lips. She puckered and pecked his fingertips, then opened her lips and sucked them deeply inside her mouth, squeegeeing, the white exotic residue with her tongue. He pulled his fingers out with a "pop" and slid them back inside her pussy, at the same time melting his lips into hers, then sliding them back and forth through the glossy, redolent coating.
Their passion was fully aroused as they kissed, tongues playing wildly, now breathing as one. Saliva leaked from their mouths and down their chins, the delicious musky odor of their co-mixed fluids enhancing their excitement. He felt the rough area inside her vagina, and began pressing to locate her gspot. She lay still in anticipation, and then wiggled when he found it, bucking as his fingertip found the slight bulge which grew with his repeated pressing and releases. She worked her hand up and down his cock as her legs spread and came together, wanting to give him pleasure as her sodden pussy bucked against his hand.
When they came up for air, she brushed her long hair back, holding it out of the way of her face, and covering his rigidity with her mouth, plunging until his head touched her soft palate. She gagged slightly, and then pulled back, grasping the base of his cock, moving his skin down, stretching it as her lips squeegeed his shaft. He felt the skin on his bullet shaped helmet stretch tight as she pulled downward, the slit opening, her tongue probing and licking the precum clean, squeezing her fingers and milking him, then filling the hole again, and cleaning it. Finally, with gulps and moans, she worked her mouth up and down his shaft while her tongue spread the sweet balm over the tight skin of his head.
He thought that he wouldn't be so sensitive, having taken the edge off his excitement in their initial coupling, but the urgency between his legs was building for another release, so he cramped the muscles around his anus to forestall a premature explosion. He realized that her mouth had felt the bulk of a cock many times before; she appeared to love pleasuring a man in this way, tantalizing each erogenous spot of his electric maleness.
