Hands down, one of the best things about any day off or vacation is the fact that you don't have to wake up to an alarm clock. Whatever wakes you up wakes you up and you can take your time coming alert; recognizing that you are, in fact, awake; that a new day has dawned. Most of us start our day the same way: we get out of bed and go to the bathroom. If we're lucky, we have the option of returning to bed to a sexy partner who we can snuggle with, cuddle with and maybe, if we're lucky, get some play time from/with. I've always been a morning guy -- wake up hard and horny. My ex-wife told me that would go away once I got older, but she hasn't been right... yet. My current lover, Cheryl, wakes up horny just like I do every day so, whenever time permits, we usually start our day off with some fun.
On this particular Friday morning, we both had the day off. We had scheduled some vacation time from work, but spent it local to home, sleeping in our own bed every night rather than traveling and spending money on hotel rooms. Normally we're up by five a.m. for work, so even when we have no alarm clock we're both usually awake -- and horny -- by six or, at the latest, 6:30.
This morning I was awakened by the sounds of moaning near me. I opened my eyes and turned my head to see Cheryl, easily within reach on our king size bed, on her back with her legs spread wide under the sheet, and -- I assume -- her hands working in or on her pussy. Her head was back on the pillow and her eyes were closed. Her breathing was deep and getting deeper as her moans grew. I could tell she was masturbating and getting close to an orgasm. I was already half-erect and this was only making me harder... which was going to make it damn hard to pee.
"Don't stop," I whispered to her. "I'll be right back," I said.
She didn't acknowledge my words, but she didn't stop as I got out of bed. We were sleeping under just a sheet, the comforter having been bunched up at the foot of the bed. As I got up I pulled the sheet back and got the glorious view of my lover's hands pleasuring herself. The fingers of her left hand were circling and rubbing her clit while three fingers of her right hand were steadily pushing in and out of her wetness. Cheryl gets very wet when she's in the mood (which is almost always) so her juices were shining on both her hands and all around her sex, including several inches down the insides of both her thighs.
In the bathroom I managed to do what I needed to do without breaking off my nearly fully erect dick, made sure I'd gotten out every drop of piss, and returned to the bedroom. Cheryl was in the throes of orgasm with her back arched, her right hand nearly a blur as she fingered herself and her moans having changed to almost a keening sound as her pleasure was so great it almost sounded painful. I approached the bed as quietly as I could, not wanting to interrupt her climax, stroking myself back to full hardness as I watched this gorgeous example of pure sexuality rock through her pleasure.
When her orgasm began to abate, she opened her eyes and saw me standing there. Her hands didn't leave her pussy as she said, "You going to just stand there and watch? Or are you going to fuck me with that thing?" Her tone was half joking, half desperate. Cheryl loves few things more than having her pussy full of a hard cock. It was one of the things I loved most about her.
Without a word I climbed on the bed to kneel between her widespread legs. She moved her hands out of the way as I got closer. I felt her slippery right-hand reach to grasp my cock, guiding me to her open sex and pulling me in. On my knees and hands I was in kind of a push up position above her as I entered her, she moved her hand and I finished penetrating her with the full length of my hardness. She was so wet and relaxed that it was a single stroke of entry, stopping only when our pelvises were mashed together, grinding, seeking more but not finding it.
