Hank let his cock slide out of her pussy and laid down his naked body in the grass beside Anna. Without thinking much about it, he helped her onto her feet and guided her back towards his house. "We'll have to climb back up this time, I haven't hidden a key under a rock."
"That's fine. I came in this way earlier."
"Yeah, about that, how did you get inside from the balcony?"
Anna's explanation astounded him. Hank realised that she had planned this from the moment she saw him. Letting her climb up first, he noticed the greenness of her back. "You look like you need another bath." he said from below. "And why did you undress down here?"
"Undress where?"
"Down here! I don't wear a bra when I'm running!"
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."
*Didn't she tell me she got wet, these clothes are dry.* Hank wondered, but took the clothes and shoes up with him.
*
Anna didn't feel like telling him the whole story. What she had told Hank, was that she had been showered by the garden sprinklers, waited a long time, then entered via the bathroom window, taken a bath and tip-toed into his bed. Her fourteen year old sister's involvement might not so smart to mention. At least she hadn't spied on the two.
Anna walked into the bathroom, closely followed by Hank. He turned on the shower and led her under the falling water. "So, Anna," he held her tight, "why did you come tonight?"
She looked up at him with her big blue glassy eyes, whilst his hands ran over her backside, washing off the grass. "I couldn't wait."
"Why couldn't you wait?" Hank's own blue eyes were fixed on hers.
Anna was silent. How do you tell a man you fell in love at first sight? It took her a few seconds till she tried. "I wouldn't want to risk losing you." Her voice was quite small.
"Risk losing me?" He was clearly baffled.
"To another woman." Anna's voice grew a bit smaller, wondering how he would feel.
"I haven't been with anyone since my wife died." What is that in his voice? She wondered.
"I haven't been with anybody before." Smaller still.
"Oh." He just said. Now they stood immobile. His eyes on hers. Her eyes on his. A smile grew on Anna's face, she felt him grow hard again.
"I've barely even seen my father's penis." She fought not to sound too confident as he grew even harder. "I haven't even been kissed." *Not in this town at least.* She thought as he pressed his lips on hers, kissing her with all the energy he had.
He was rock-hard against her. The kiss held on, lasting forever in her mind. It was Hank, who finally came out for air. "Let's finish the shower," he kissed her quickly and reached for the shampoo, "and get to bed."
She was quite willing to hurry the shower for that reason. Between her legs, she could feel the wetness growing stronger. Anna let the content seep out, leaving space for a new load of his sperm. A quick glance revealed that any trace of blood was gone, if there had been any bleeding at all.
Showering in haste didn't stop either of them from helping the other with their intimate hygiene. The petting continued as they dried each other off. Anna could only marvel at his toned body, muscled in a way to make young men jealous. Her eyes were in line with his neck, he was tall too. Drying him off, she took in the differences between them. She was mostly shaven, he barely shaved his face, leaving a masculine stubble. Her shape was well rounded, wide at her hips. His was chiselled, wide at the shoulders.
Hank led her to the bed, guiding her onto her back under himself. Kissing his way down her torso, she groaned with pleasure as his lips and tongue touched her swollen nipples. Staying with them, he sucked on one as he let a hand play with the other. She felt his other hand go down to her crotch, going to work on her clitoris. "I'm in heaven!" She let out, believing it to be true. She felt his mouth release her nipple, continuing on its route south. Groaning again as the tongue reached her navel, she could hear the squishing between her legs. Hank had let his one hand slide a single digit into the narrow passage, letting the rest of the hand acting like hips, putting pressure behind the lone finger. His lips ended their tour of her torso on her clit, sucking it, like a vacuum-cleaner. Oh God! She could barely think, let alone talk with this intense pleasure spreading from her lower body. She took hold of her breasts, playing with them, as Hank let his other hand rub all over her abdomen.
She went off. The first orgasm was powerful, leaving her gasping for air until the second one hit her in under half a minute from the first. Feeling a third orgasm build, Anna wanted him closer. "Fuck me!" She pleaded repeatedly. Her pronunciation was blurred, but he heard her. Sliding back on top of her, he took his cock and guided it towards the goal. He kissed her whilst he slid his arrow right into her quiver. Gently rocking back and forth, they settled into a nice rhythm. They both moaned more or less constantly, neither of them being particularly fond off talking dirty. "A little harder." was all she could muster.
