Roger thought for a while before he made a decision. He had a great weekend with Tiff, but wasn't sure he should stay or not. He still had plenty of vacation left, and didn't need to be anywhere else.
He looked deep into her eyes, and saw the combination of need and hunger reflected there. She had told him how hard things had been, raising her boy by herself, dealing with the world as a single mom. He had come to care a lot about her, through her letters, and the sex charged weekend they just shared brought out another side of her that he really liked, too.
Tiffany put her hand on his arm, and asked again, "Will you stay with me, for a little while, please?"
Roger reached out, and shut down the bike, set the stand, and dismounted. "Okay, Tiff. I'll give it a try."
She flung her arms around him, and kissed him hot. "Come inside for a minute, and let me talk to Mom for a little bit."
About that time, her boy came running out of Grandma's house to greet his Mom. She picked him up and kissed him, asking how his visit was. Roger followed them into the farmhouse, still wondering what was going to happen.
They had sandwiches and coffee, and Tiff got her mother to agree to keep the young man for a few more days. They said their good-byes, and Tiffany went with Roger to get the bike ready for another ride. It didn't take long to put her pack back in the sidecar, and Roger had the thumping beast fired up in no time. They left Grandma's house, and Tiff directed the route they were to follow.
It wasn't long, that Roger recalled the way to Tiffany's house, and pulled in without further direction. He assumed she wanted to get something from the house, and left the throbbing machine idling while she approached the large Ranch style house. He was a little surprised when she appeared at the slowly opening garage door. She waved him in, and curiosity made him drive the bike into the open bay.
Tiffany's all wheel drive SUV took up part of the spotless garage, and the walls were lined with lots of garden type tools. Quite different from Roger's "toy box", that contained mechanic and welding equipment, as well as a few project bikes. Tiffany was grinning as she lowered the door behind him.
"If it's okay, I'd like to hang here a little?" she asked.
"I'm good with that." He answered. He shut down the bike, and locked it, then followed Tiff's little cheerleader's body into the house.
They walked into a medium sized kitchen, then through a large living room to the back of the house. They passed by the carnage that was obviously the ten-year-old's "cave". Tiff quickly closed that door, and led Roger to the room she used as her home office / guestroom.
"I `play' a lot in here, we can put your gear in here. Okay?" she began. She got a sheepish look on her face as she continued, "In case Mom comes over?" It was more of a question than a statement, but Roger understood.
"That's fine, Tiff. We can play that way, if you get visitors. I know how it can be, really."
"That's what I like so much about you. You REALLY do know things, Roger. Not like some people I've met." She wrapped herself around him and pushed her soft tongue deep into his mouth. Roger responded with his own tongue thrusts, and before they realised it, they were both naked. Roger backed them over to the leather office chair, and gently put Tiffany's butt on the edge. He broke the hot kiss, and began to nibble down her nude body. She moaned softly as his lips closed around her swollen nipples. She could feel the wetness building between her thighs, and spread them wider while Roger knelt between them.
She already knew that his favorite thing to do was "kissing on kitty" as he called it. Tiffany liked the way he said things sexual, without being crude. She arched her back in anticipation as she felt his hot breath near her swollen, wet mound. His tongue felt like a branding iron as it touched her erect clitoris. Shock waves coursed through her body when he swirled his soft flesh around the sensitive nubbin.
Roger felt her hands grab his head, and he could tell she was going to cum quickly from his oral manipulations. He really did like to make a girl cum like that. There was something special to him about giving pleasure, before he took his own. He pushed a finger partway into her vaginal opening, and found her "spot" quickly. She did cum, and hard! Her juices gushed from the small hole, and drenched his face and fingers. He kept kissing on her lightly, until the orgasm subsided somewhat.
"Ohmigod!" she squeaked. "Ohhh.. you do that...soooo goood..!"
"Well, you should know by now, that I want to make you feel good first!" he grinned up at her, his face glistening with her nectar.
Tiffany stood up, and led Roger around to sit on the chair. The leather cushion was covered with her juices. He took the same position she had, and Tiffany assumed the same stance he had. Her fingers wrapped around the throbbing stiffness between his legs, and she softly kissed the thick purple crown. She used the pearl like drop of pre-cum to moisten her lips, then took the flesh between her teeth. Very gently, she pushed the foreskin back with her straight, white teeth. Her tongue circled the head and Roger's erection began to disappear into Tiffany's hot, wet mouth.
Roger took her yellow hair in his fingers as he moaned softly. Her other hand cupped the heavy sac below, and she rolled the testicles gently in her palm. His breath came in short gasps as Tiffany devoured most of his eight-inch `dragon' on each downward movement of her head. It seemed she was determined to repeat the total consumption of his penis like she had at the cabin.
She was swallowing quickly each time the massive organ slipped past the back of her mouth, into her throat. It helped to get by that place that made her choke the first time she tried to take all of him. At last, she managed, her nose brushed the close trimmed hair above his penis, and she could feel his heartbeat deep in her throat.
Tiffany pulled off for long enough to say, "I want to taste you, again. Let it cum in my mouth!" She dove back on him, taking it all in one motion, gently squeezing his testicles at the same time. Roger brushed back her silky, golden hair, and watched her use her mouth as though it were her vagina receiving the hot, throbbing penis, waiting for the release of the dragon's `fire'.
She hadn't long to wait. The shaft between her lips began to swell, and the loose sac below began to draw up. She groaned, and the vibrations rippled through Roger's groin. The pressure and the heat flowed through his belly, and he felt the fluid rising through his erection. "AAAHHHH.. TIFF!!! ... I'm ... gonnnnaa .. Ohyessss .. Here .it ..CCUUMMMMMMMMSSSSS!!!!!" He moaned as his dragon breathed its liquid fire straight down Tiffany's throat. She swallowed hard and fast so as not to lose a drop of the precious fluid that she craved. She continued to press her face hard against his belly, as the hot jets filled her, not pulling back until the last pulses diminished. Tiffany milked the last drops on to her tongue, and made a point of showing Roger the thick white puddle on her tongue, before she swallowed that, too.
Tiffany crawled up Roger's body, and met his lips with hers. They could each taste themselves on the other's mouth as they kissed hot. She leaned back and smiled broadly, "Now that we've had an appetiser, would you like to `freshen up' and have some lunch?"
"Lead the way, Tiff!" he grinned back.
She led him down a short hall into the master bedroom. Soft pastel colors, a large four poster bed, and some heavy dressers on the walls caught his eye as he followed her naked butt into the shower. The `edge' having been softened, they leisurely washed each other off under the powerful spray of hot water. Their slippery bodies rubbing against each other while the hot needles pounded their flesh.
Tiffany turned her back to Roger, and as he washed her back, she arched it to allow him to REALLY wash her butt and kitty from behind. A resurrected penis that bumped against her wet, needy vulva soon replaced his fingers. She wanted him inside her, again. She reached between her legs, and pressed the throbbing crown to her vaginal opening, then pushed back to take it in.
