We did not stay long in the cooling bath. We rinsed each other off, and then she skipped from the bathroom and returned still dripping wet with her shampoo and conditioner bottles. She sat in the tub with her head back as I washed her hair, drawing my fingers through the luxurious density of it, and dripping dollops of lather on her breasts and knees, and then watching them slide down her body.
Her hair washed, we scrubbed each other more thoroughly, I'd been inside her ass and she must have soaped my cock four or five times over. I didn't mind, it promised more blowjobs later. Her bum was pretty sore, and her ass hole an angry red. Before we finished I tried to ease it with a long pour of cold water from the shower head.
We took our time drying each other. It was an excuse for an extended fondle, but we resisted the urge to fall back to kissing. Hand in hand, like children we went back into the bedroom. She pushed me to the bed, and then went to the dressing table, and began to dry her hair. I watched her from behind. Her curves were luscious, and the rise and fall of her boobs as she used the hair dryer was hypnotic. I stretched out on the bed and enjoyed the show, she looked at me from the mirror and winked, and then went on. The relaxed unselfconscious nudity was almost as warm and reassuring a demonstration of her trust as the gift of her anal cherry. I had a slightly dazed grin on my face when she finished and swayed back to the bed.
I stood up and stripped the covers and blankets, and then taking her hands positioned her cross legged in the centre of the mattress. Then I wrapped all the blankets around her so that she looked like a teepee with a head emerging. I joined her in the little tent, and rearranged our legs, one over, one under, until we were bound together chest to chest. My exhausted cock rested against her.
We began to kiss, quietly, gently, the roaring fire of our passion now a steady blaze. It was sometime before I began rise, slowly, and almost reluctantly. I hadn't had this much sex in one day for decades, and the strain was telling on my sore member.
When I was at full stretch she levered up on my shoulders and then sank down onto me. Her heat was blistering, even a little painful on my raw skin, but delightfully enveloping. We shuffled and she ground down until I had pierced her to my full length. Our faces came together, millimetres apart. I breathed in as she breathed out, she breathed in as I breathed out. We pulled each other into a tighter and tighter embrace, the stiffness of her nipples denting my chest.
We grew light headed on the shared breaths, trying to keep our hips completely still, until the lack of oxygen made us sway and our lips met. Our control lapsed and we fell into furious, desperate kisses, pelvises grinding together. I wanted to squeeze her body into mine, her hands were trying to claw me apart. When I came we stopped dead. I felt a wetness spill over me that could not have been from what little spunk I had left. Her body rocked slightly, mine felt as if it was being squeezed into a smaller frame.
I don't how long we sat, just holding each other. Eventually we fell asleep, and slipped down onto lying on the bed in a tangle of limbs. Our long wait was over, a new era of being able to share our constrained desire was beginning.
The End (2)
I woke in a tangle of limbs, momentarily unsure of where I was or with whom. The memory returned in a warm flush. We were spooned together side by side. My drained and deflated penis squashed against the delightful pliancy of her buttocks. One arm was trapped beneath her neck, and the other held beneath her own arm and resting on her breasts. Our legs were twisted like a plait.
For several minutes I enjoyed the smell of her hair and the rise and fall of her chest with her breathing. Then very gently I worked my arm out from beneath her, and shuffled back a little, watching the play of shadows along her spine darkening as they filled the space between our hips.
She seemed so peaceful, so contented that I did not want to disturb her rest, but I wanted to fix every element of her image into my memory. I measured and numbered the little blemishes on her skin, resisting the urge to trace them in case I woke her. I ran my palm millimetres from her body, the rise of her hip descending to her knee, he strong calf narrowing to her ankle, then back up again, to where her skin stretched down pulled by the weight of her tits, and over her hair falling dishevelled over her face and neck.
Curiosity took over. very slowly I prised up her upper buttock, bring my head in close to peer at her asshole. The fleshy weight resisted my fingers, and I gripped a little more firmly, still wary of waking her. Her puckered anus was still a little red, but better than when I had showered with her. She would at least go home comfortably.
I let her cheek fall and checked the time. We had an hour or so left together, before our regular lives reclaimed us. I was torn between the simple beauty of watching her sleep, and making the most of the time we had together.
