We slept. I think I recall some dreams with you in them, but I'm not sure. At 3 AM nature called, and I awoke to find us in the exact same position as when we fell asleep. I was still too tired for a shower, but I managed to clean myself up a little bit. When I opened the door you were standing there. Not touching, we gave each other a knowing grin as we passed in the doorway. I pulled a sheet up and waited for you in the darkness, listening as the water ran in the sink. You returned and slid under the sheet, sliding near me, almost touching. I felt your hands on my head, holding me as you kissed me very softly on the lips. "From now on, that's capital "Lover"," you said.
"Baby..."
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, hold me, Lover."
Arms and legs entwined, we drifted back to sleep. This time only an hour though. I felt you move against me, and woke to find your hands moving slowly over my body. I didn't move for a while, enjoying your touch, knowing you thought I was still asleep. But when I felt your hand sliding over my ass I shivered, and, knowing my cover was blown, I started to return the favor, hands sliding lightly over you. A satisfied sigh told me that was what you wanted.
The softness of your skin under my palms was wonderful, and your touch was slowly arousing me, in every way. I stroked your smooth ass with my fingertips, making sure they trailed down the crease between your cheeks. Your shiver in response told me I was having the same effects on you, and I slid my arms around you, pulling you closer to me. Bodies touching, lips found lips, a long and languorous kiss. My tongue slid along your lips, but did not offer to enter them.
Our lips ground together a little harder, our bodies ground together a little harder. I could feel myself swelling against your leg, knowing you could too. I felt your hand slide down and grasp me gently, squeezing lightly. Damn, that felt so good! Then you squeezed harder, and I jumped! "Baby, I'm a little sore too."
"Fair's fair," you whispered.
You pulled the sheet away, slipped out of my grasp, and knelt next to me in the darkness. You gently pushed me onto my back, and once again, took me lightly in your hand. I felt your soft lips slide over the tip, and you sucked softly as your tongue gently swirled around me. Your tongue slid lightly up and down my shaft, tickling, making me tingle, but not pressing hard. Your lips covered me again and slid slowly down my shaft, just touching. Heaven! Eyes closed, I savored every touch, every lick, every kiss you bestowed on me.
My cock was hard and erect, but not straining, as it would have been with total arousal. Your lips slid farther, but you never allowed my sensitive tip to enter your throat. You held me, your tongue softly massaging me deep in your mouth. One hand fondled my balls, gently rubbing and squeezing, making me shiver with every touch. Gradually I grew harder as your lips and tongue slowly stroked me. The sensitivity had lessened with the wetness of your mouth, and I loved it when you sucked hard on my tip, then slid your lips up and down my rigid shaft, pressing a little harder, moving a little faster.
Shivering under your touch I moaned, "Ooooooh baby, that's soooooooo damn good!"
In response I could feel your lips smiling around my cock and your mouth fucked me a little faster, squeezed a little harder. I could feel the pressure building now, my cock hard and ready. Involuntarily, my hips rolled and I squirmed under your touch. You ran a hand softly up and down between my thighs, then once again played with my balls, stroking and squeezing. I knew what you wanted, and I did too, but it felt so good I really didn't want it to end. Shuddering and bucking, I couldn't hold on any longer. I touched your head to hold you still, but instead, for the only time, you rammed your mouth down over my throbbing cock, my swollen head sliding into your throat. Instantly, my cum blasted deep into you as I spasmed and jerked, and I could feel you trying hard to swallow it all. I clenched my fists as the sensitivity returned, not painful, just extreme sensation.
You held still, not moving as my orgasm slowly died, your mouth sheltering my cock. At last you lifted off of me, lips and mouth open wide, only giving my tip a little kiss. I don't think I could have moved, but you slid up next to me and sprawled gently on my chest, softly kissing me, asking nothing. When I started to speak your lips shushed me with their touch. We slept.
When I awoke again, I smelled coffee. And food! You weren't with me but I had a pretty good idea where you were. I pulled on a pair of shorts and barefooted out to the kitchen, to find you at the stove, frying eggs and bacon in my biggest pan. You had on my big barbeque apron on, and very little else, only a pair of filmy panties. I know you knew I was there, but I snuck up behind you anyway and gave you a little pinch on your lightly covered behind, along with a kiss on the back of your neck. You turned with a big smile and stuck your tongue out at me. I would have responded, but you had a big pan of almost done food with some hot grease in it, so I figured I would behave. You had made a fresh pot of coffee and I poured a cup, thinking it was a good thing I actually had some food in the fridge. I opened a loaf of bread and dropped 4 slices in the toaster, while you were portioning out the food on 2 plates. I guessed that after our first day debacle, you weren't going to take a chance on going hungry again. You were going to serve it on the kitchen table, but it was half covered with my junk, and I suggested the living room coffee table and the overstuffed couch. I carried the plates in while you followed with the coffee cups. When I turned and sat down I realized you had shed the apron, and now wore only those filmy panties. When you saw me staring you stopped and did a little pirouette for me, an impish grin on your face.
At that moment I realized what a beautiful woman I had been with for the last two days. In fact, I realized it was really the first time I had seen you naked in broad daylight. Not a model's figure, but fuller and more mature, and not an extra pound that I could see, anywhere. Obviously you took great care of yourself, and must have worked out frequently. I was really glad I had forced myself to hit the gym at least once a week. Of course, your most outstanding feature was your absolutely gorgeous breasts, not so large that they sagged, but rounded and firm, proudly standing out.
I know I was sitting there with my mouth open, watching, and finally you came over and leaned down for a kiss before you sat down. My fingers absolutely ached to reach and touch those prizes, but for now, I knew they were mine, and a little patience would be rewarded very soon. Pretty obviously you had intended to show yourself off to me, and I wondered why. "Thank you," you said.
Puzzled, I replied, "For what?"
"For telling me what I wanted to know, you said with a big smirk on your face. I finally got up the courage to see what you really think of my body, but the bemused expression on your face settled that. Not that I think there's a problem, but every woman wants to know what her man really thinks of her. Right now, you're "My Man!"
Your Man! I would not deny that for a second, having thought of nothing but you for two days now, but I hadn't really considered that. I was too busy enjoying you and trying to give you pleasure in every way I could! I had a million things I could tell you and a lot I could ask you, but I thought I had better consider the concept for a while. I knew what one question was, though. "Does that mean you are My Woman?"
At that moment you broke the tension by settling down next to me, pressing your hip and leg against mine. "After all my work, we are going to eat this!" you stated and handed me my plate. There you sat, essentially naked, pressed against me, your gorgeous breasts inches away, eating bacon and eggs! I'm sure you knew my shorts contained a gigantic hard-on! I sensed our relationship was changing, for the better, certainly, but changing rapidly. Two days earlier, neither of us knew if the other had any interest, other than casual acquaintance. Now we were the closest of friends, to say the least, not afraid to be casually naked with each other, even though we knew it might be cause for arousal. In fact, that was probably the intention! Yes, I decided, I didn't need to ask, you were obviously "My Woman". You had given yourself to me physically in just about every way you could. The food was great, and we made fast work of it. Message to self - you have to plan on eating every day! We were hungry! It seemed so natural sitting there with you that I almost forgot our near-nakedness. Almost. When we were done you collected the dishes and hauled them to the kitchen. I wondered what the conversation might turn to when you came back. You found me relaxing on the big overstuffed cushions of the couch, but instead of settling down next to me, you sat on my lap. "I see there is something you didn't tell me," You stated.
I blinked. I felt a bit of anxiety, but I could not imagine what there was I hadn't told you that you would care about. Without my asking you said, "You have a pool!" I breathed a sigh of relief. I had never given it a thought. Of course, two days ago I didn't know that you would ever see it. And it was mid June, I had only recently had the pool guy come by and open it for me, and the water had been pretty cool. I was sure a couple of weeks of good warm weather had solved that problem, but I hadn't even been in it yet! "I'll tell you a secret," you giggled, "that's how I keep my girlish Figure. I swim a couple of times a week, along with a little work-out at the spa."
"Well I bet you can guess I'd love to swim with you any time, but do you have a suit?" I asked. "It's not quite that private around here." You considered that. "I'm sure I can find something," you bubbled, and gave me a wink. I remembered that you had made hotel reservations, and probably brought a suit for their pool. Their loss - and definitely, my gain, I thought smugly. With that you leaned over gave me a kiss, which I had been dying for. Much as I enjoyed our breakfast and conversation, it seemed I could never get enough of you! Since you were sitting on my lap, when you leaned over, your breasts swung free and came to rest against my chest, moving when you did. No longer able to resist, I caught them with both hands and gently fondled them. The effects were immediate. My cock became impossibly hard and pushed up in my shorts, under you, and you moaned, turned to straddle me and pressed me back into the cushions, you body on top of mine. Your tongue was rammed into my mouth and I listened to you whimper as our lips ground together and I sucked on the tip of your tongue.
