Colleen was still sound asleep when I woke up. We fell asleep spooning, my cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass, her hand clasping mine against her tits, the smell of her hair in my nose -- her shampoo and barroom smoke -- and another smell, the sweaty, sweet smell of fucking. I lay still for a while, listening to her breathe, then carefully, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom for a piss. My dick was sticky and crusty with Colleen's pussy juices and my cum. When I was done, I stood in front of the mirror. There was a big red hickey on my right collarbone where Colleen had latched on when she came. My dick twitched at the memory and I smiled at my reflection. I stroked my dick and watched it get harder in the mirror, felt it swell in my fist. I debated tossing off a load before going back, figuring it might make me more clear-headed for the big talk that was no doubt about to take place. That would probably have been the sensible thing to do -- that way I'd be thinking with the right head.
I let go of my dick and went back to the bedroom. Colleen hadn't moved; she was still lying on her side, breathing steadily, her hip drawing a graceful curve under the bedsheet. I climbed back in behind her and resumed my former position, my now semi-erect dick poking between her asscheeks. Colleen murmured and shifted to press back against my chest, but she still didn't wake up. I ran my hand over her hip, down toward her bush, and gently worked my finger into the moist cleft of her pussy. Colleen murmured again and parted her thighs slightly, giving me better access. I circled her clit with my finger for a minute before moving down between her slippery pussy lips, which by now were wet and hot. Colleen sighed and opened her eyes, looking at me and smiling. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips, our tongues touching, and she turned onto her back and spread her legs wide, giving me complete access to her pussy.
"Mmmmm," she smiled, "what a way to wake up."
"Do you mind?"
"Nope, not at all. Awake away."
She closed her eyes and I fucked two fingers in and out of her pussy while I rubbed her clit with my thumb. We kissed again and then I moved further down and took her right nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and sucking gently before moving over to the other one. Colleen was moaning non-stop by now and her hips were bucking against my hand as I finger-fucked her.
"Yeah, baby," she said. "Don't stop. Just like that. I'm going to come."
I kissed her and she moaned into my mouth as her orgasm hit. Her pussy juice was running by now, hot and sticky all over my hand, and I continued to rub her clit until she squeezed her thighs together and pulled my hand away.
I lay back and Colleen looked at me, smiling sweetly. My cock was poking a tent in the bedsheet and she wrapped her hand around it and gave it a few playful tugs.
"I have to pee like you wouldn't believe," she said. "When I get back maybe we can take care of this guy."
She left the room and I watched her ass wiggle out the door, and a few seconds later I heard her pee splash into the toilet across the hall. When she came back, I admired her naked body, which I was really seeing for the first time -- her tits, still firm at 32, with their dark pink nipples, her belly a little flabby, her bush neatly trimmed, a little darker than her reddish-brown hair, which was now sticking up in all directions. I was lying on my back, absent-mindedly stroking my cock, when she came back. She climbed into bed and snuggled up against me, her head on my chest. Her hand moved down my belly to my cock, which she started to stroke herself, slowly, luxuriantly.
"So about last night ...," I started.
"Shhh," she said. "I know what you're about to say, and you don't have to."
"We should probably talk about it," I said.
