SATURDAY
The year I spent working as the morning jock at a radio station turned me into a morning person. After a few weeks of needing the alarm to wake me in order to get to work on time, I trained myself not to need it and turned it off. Truth be told, I really grew to hate the alarm sound, so I was relieved not to need it after a couple of weeks. Even though I left that job years ago and didn't need to get up so early for work anymore, I am still pretty much a morning person. This morning I woke up later than usual even after compensating for the time zone difference; but still it was still early considering it was Saturday.
Sharon was still nestled in my arms in front of me. I felt some "morning wood" between my legs. My cock had found its way between her buttocks for its night time resting spot. I fought the urge to wake her and take care of it. I knew she worked Friday and that last night was a late one--especially for two people who typically need to be at work early every day. I thought back on the night before. I felt we had incredible sex and a definite connection. I hoped she felt the same way. I listened to her breathing--hoping she was still asleep. She was. It was a peaceful sound.
I realized how hungry I was. She would be too. The previous night's activities burned a good many calories and I had no way of knowing when she ate last--outside of her snacking on me.
I needed to do something about that. I tried to figure out a way to extricate myself from holding her and getting off the bed without waking her. I gently slid my arm out from underneath the pillow her head was on. Having successfully done that, I moved slowly towards my side of the bed. I was relieved to see her quickly readjust, nestle under the covers, and continue sleeping. What an angel, I thought. I pulled my pants on and left the room silently pulling the door until it was nearly closed behind me.
I found my way to her kitchen and began to scout out options. Hmmm. Eggs, cheese, milk, bread, some fruit, jam. French toast? No. After last night's activities, we needed protein. I decided on an omelet with toast and some fruit. I wondered if she got any of the apples from her students. Did kids ever really do that? About 15 minutes later, I had a large fluffy cheese omelet on a plate we'd share. Toast, sliced fruit, and some orange juice. Good for a start. Maybe we'd go out and eat more later. Didn't think to look for coffee? Did she even drink coffee? One of many things I didn't know and wanted to. God there's a lot I want to learn about her. I carried my efforts back to the bedroom. I pushed the door open with my foot and entered. I stood at the side of the bed, holding the food, and looking at Sharon resting peacefully.
I don't know if it was the aroma of the food or if she just sensed my presence that made her eyes open dreamily. As she woke, she smiled softly.
"Sweet dreams," I asked.
"Mmmm. Not telling. I'm glad you're here."
"You're glad?" I laughed. "How do you think I feel? I made us some breakfast. Hope it's OK. I just kind of made myself at home."
"You certainly made yourself at home last night."
I laughed again. She sat up in bed and after I sat down set the plate between us, cut a piece of the omelet with the edge of the fork, and gave her a taste.
"I know I'm hungry, but this is very good."
"Glad you like it. My friends call me a chef, but I just enjoy making good food and seeing people's reactions to the food." I paused before continuing, " It's just an omelet. I'm better at other things."
"I'll say," she replied hinting.
"Uhh. I meant cooking food when I said it."
"I know, but you're not the only person who can joke."
God, I love smart women. Sharon was both smart and beautiful. I handed her the fork and pulled out a second one for myself. We shared the omelet and toast and conversed.
We had a lot to share, the balance of the weekend was ahead.
As we continued our minimal breakfast I asked, "Were you nervous about meeting me? I mean, what if I was a 'creeper' or something?"
Sharon laughed. "A couple of things. First, I had a pretty good feel for you from our email exchanges. You seemed like an OK guy. You gave me good advice and looked out for my interests. So I felt I had a pretty good idea of your character. I also had my cell phone. And, I had a back-up plan."
"What do you mean back-up plan," I asked.
"You probably didn't notice but there was a black guy near the luggage carousel at the airport. That was Kelvin."
My mind raced backwards in time. I remembered him. Confident guy, could be imposing if he wanted to be. I remembered that he observed Sharon and I during our passionate initial meeting and turned to leave about the same time we did. Maybe Sharon gave him some kind of signal.
"We live in a pretty crazy world. I'm glad you had someone there for you," I said truthfully.
She nodded.
"So what's up for today," I asked.
"I thought I'd give you a little bit of a tour. I thought we could go out and have dinner, maybe dance, just play it by ear. Maybe a surprise or two along the way"
It was all new and different and it all sounded good to me. Mostly I just wanted to be with her. I nodded.
"You probably want to shower and stuff," she said. "I'll clean up the dishes while you get ready. Oh, and thanks for breakfast."
As I headed towards the bathroom, Sharon gathered the plate, forks, and juice glasses. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her pick up my white shirt from the floor. She put it on. There were two things about her doing this that excited me. First, it reminded me of the very first picture she sent to me after I wrote to her telling her how much I liked her story. The picture was of her from behind wearing a white shirt and somewhat backlit showing her incredible body. When I got it, I thought it was sexy as hell. Secondly and she had no way of knowing this, for some peculiar reason, I find women wearing my dress shirts incredibly sexy. She left it unbuttoned leaving her tits exposed and the bottom of the shirt barely covering her ass. My shirt never looked so good as it did that moment. I felt a hardness growing again between my legs. She caught me smiling as she turned around.
"What!?" she demanded.
"I was thinking my shirt never looked so good."
She smiled, pushed me towards the bathroom, and walked saucily out of the room. I knew she knew I was watching.
I shaved and turned on the water in the shower to let it warm up before stepping inside. It really felt great to feel hot water across my body. With my eyes closed as I shampooed my hair, I felt a sudden rush of cooler air and then heard the door as Sharon climb into the shower to join me. Her shower wasn't big, but I've never been in a shower where there hasn't always room for a willing two.
"You here to help wash my back?"
"Yeah but I'm certainly not going to neglect your front," she quipped.
I rinsed the shampoo from my hair and opened my eyes to see her. I greeted her with a warm embrace. Her body was slippery from the water and felt great. I kissed her on the forehead then moved to her mouth when she tilted her head up towards mine.
In turn, we soaped each other and washed each other. I'll admit my hands lingered in the areas of her body that gave me so much delight and pleasure the night before.
After she turned away from me, I scrubbed her back. When the job was accomplished I dropped the loofah and handed her the soap. My left hand slid up her side towards her left breast. My right hand slid down her right side, across the bottom of her ass, and into her pussy. My chest pressed against her back and her front against the wall of the shower. The shower head pummeled my back with hot water. The room was getting steamy and the heat from the shower wasn't the only source.
"Do you know how much I crave you," I uttered into her ear as I fingered her cunt with one hand and her breast with my other.
She gasped. "Tell me."
She soaped her hand then dropped it. She reached behind her and began massaging my dick and balls. The slipperiness of the soap on her hands coupled with the stroking she was giving my dick felt great. It was a sensuous combination of firm and slippery. She didn't neglect my balls in all this. Her hand caressed each in turn then together in her palm and fingers, massaging them. Her longest finger dipped below my sack towards my ass, then back up towards my balls, separating them before running her hand back up to give my dick a nice long firm stroke. She kept working my package as I spoke.
"We've only been together less than a day and I'm insatiable for you. You're incredible. It's like you're reading my mind when we make love. With you it's not just fucking to get off. We connect. You have a gift. You are a gift."
"Fuck me." was all she said. If it wasn't clear how she wanted me by that, it was amply clear when she rose on to the balls of her feet providing me with greater access.
I penetrated her from behind. As my dick entered her pussy, my left hand grasped her left tit. It was a lot more than a handful and I felt its weight in my hand. My finger and thumb reached towards the nipple as the rest of her breast filled my hand. The soap made it slippery and it eluded my grasp at times but I was determined. I let the water rinse the soap from my hand before attempting again with greater success in being able to hold on.
My right hand stretched around her other side and downward towards her pussy. Reaching the inside of her thigh, I soon felt both my dick and her pussy with my hand. I reached higher towards her clit. I quickly found it and began stroking it with my fingers as my dick thrust into her pussy. My finger slipped from the soap and then dipped slightly to feel the underside of my shaft as it moved in and out of her. I moved my finger back up to her clit to resume giving it the attention it deserved. My dick continued sliding in and out of her pussy.
As the water pulsated against my back, I moved my face to the left side of her face. I gently bit her earlobe, then whispered low and huskily.
"Like this my little slut? Do you like feeling my hand pulling your nipple? Me fingering you? My dick rammed up in your pussy?"
"Yeah baby. Give it to me. Fill my pussy with your cum."
