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I had no idea why I was having so much trouble falling asleep; I was physically tired and hadn't consumed any caffeine, but I guess I just wasn't sleepy. Before I completely annoyed the guy I was sharing a room with by tossing and turning all night, I finally got up and just figured I'd hang out downstairs where I wouldn't bother anyone. As I made my way down the hall to the stairs, I could hear the snoring of what sounded like everyone else who was on the retreat. We were in a big, old farmhouse out in the woods and had spent the day doing maintenance and landscaping, a volunteer activity that most of us participated in at least a couple of times a year. The work had apparently worn out everyone except me, or so I thought. At the bottom of the stairs, I could see through the kitchen and into the living room, where somebody sat on one of the couches with a lamp on and her back to me. It looked like Karen and, when she turned to see who was crossing the squeaky floor, my suspicion was confirmed.
"What are you doing up?" she asked, once I was close enough that I'd be able to hear her whisper. I sat beside her on the couch, noting that she wore a white nightshirt with apparently nothing under it.
"Couldn't sleep," I replied, "and you?"
"I couldn't sleep, either," she said, "I felt as though I'd had an espresso with dinner...wide awake."
I could tell that the wheels were spinning inside her head; Karen was a modern-day hippie who saw a deeper meaning in every event, no matter how minor. While she figured out why we both ended up awake in the middle of the night, my eyes dropped to admire her body. She had pretty large tits, that appeared to be standing up pretty firmly despite the apparent lack of a bra, and though I couldn't see up under her nightshirt, I checked her hips and didn't see anything through the white material that suggested she was wearing panties. The idea of her being naked under her nightshirt was very appealing but I had to be careful that I didn't pitch a tent in my lounge pants. I doubted that she'd reach the conclusion that, if we were both awake, we might as well get naked and have some fun, so I was trying to think of how else I might get a peek at what was under her nightshirt.
"This may sound weird," she started, finally speaking again, "but I'm getting this strong feeling that we're meant to make a connection tonight, that's why we're both awake but no one else is."
I was afraid that meant talking and sharing our feelings until she pulled her nightshirt up over her head. I'm sure my eyes went wide and my jaw dropped as I tried to take in her luscious tits, topped with large areolas and hard, thick nipples, and her trim, dark blonde bush. As she lay back against the end of the couch, I started moving, pulling off my t-shirt and slipping out of my lounge pants, my rigid tool springing out. She reached out her arms to beckon me between her spread legs, so I moved up over her and guided my tool into her pussy as she wrapped her arms around me. We both moaned softly as I slid easily into her; she was pretty snug, but extremely wet. I started to slowly fuck her while I brought my mouth to hers and we started to make out.
I could feel her tits pressing against my chest and wasn't going to let this unexpected experience go by without getting my hands on them. For the moment, however, I was content to slide my cock in and out of her sweet pussy and feel her tongue exploring my mouth. Karen and I had flirted a bit before but, although I thought she had a hot body, I also thought she was too flighty to pursue for any sort of relationship. I was perfectly willing to accept her flightiness, though, if it meant lying naked on top of her with my cock buried in her pussy. She was raising her hips up to meet each of my incoming thrusts and was obviously fully invested in her assessment of the reason for our sleeplessness. I wasn't willing to accept a mere fifteen minutes or so of missionary sex as the whim of the universe, however, so I didn't even wait until I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm before I changed things up. I figured if she questioned my actions, I'd just say that I had a strong feeling that it was what I should be doing.
I slipped my cock out of her and pulled my mouth from hers, but she didn't seem put off as I moved up to straddle her and laid my cock between her luscious globes. She squeezed them together around my tool and I started to slide it in and out of her soft, smooth cleavage. Fucking her had felt great and fucking her tits certainly didn't disappoint, either. I was looking down at her tits, admiring the freckled skin and thinking about running my tongue around her areolas and sucking her hard nipples, while her attention was focused on the head of my cock as it repeatedly peeked out of her cleavage. She seemed pretty engrossed in watching it and I noticed that she was running her tongue over her lips and occasionally opening her mouth as though to accept my cockhead, even though it wasn't coming that close.
