This chapter begins the morning after having watched my first pornographic movie with my new boyfriend Nick. It will probably make more sense if you read chapters 1&2 first.
Thanks to all who gave me nice compliments – and stars - on the first two chapters. Your enjoyment of my efforts stimulates me to keep them cumming.
The Movie Lovers: Ch.III
Fortunately, I woke up several times during the night and drank glasses water and thus managed to avoid the cognac headache I usually get. When I awoke to daylight, Nick was already up and I lay there for a bit remembering the movie, the hot sex, and my many orgasms. Soon I was feeling horny all over again.
I slipped on my short red kimono and went in search of Nick. Following the smell of fresh brewed coffee, I found him in the kitchen fixing a cup. Now this was something I could get used to.
As he brought me a cup, I couldn't help noticing him staring right at my crotch. Glancing down I realized that I'd tied the kimono loosely and, since it had fallen open when I sat, he was now staring at the dried remnants of cum that he'd spread on my thighs when he was fingering me last night.
"Looks like someone had fun," he noted dryly.
"Oh, I'd say a good time was had by all; but I think it is time for a shower."
"May I join you," he said grinning.
"Sure." And after a few sips of coffee, off we went.
As you might expect, Nick has a great master bath. The shower itself was a large tiled enclosure with showerheads at each end and a large window opening onto his backyard in between. The vents above the window - to let out steam he said – also let in the sounds of the birds in his yard. The view was lovely but there was zero privacy.
The first time I used it I was a little uncomfortable at being so exposed; but his backyard was quite private and so I'd grown unconcerned with being observed. Since it was a foggy morning, the light in the bathroom was on but I gave it no thought.
I hadn't showered with many men before but the sexual rapport that Nick and I were developing, coupled with the delightful surroundings, had me feeling quite frisky. After we warmed up under the gushing water, I decided to wash my hair.
As I rubbed the shampoo in, I'll admit that I knew that raising my arms above my head displayed my tits to their best possible advantage. In no time Nick's soapy hands were all over them as he held me from behind. I could feel his hardening dick sliding between my butt cheeks as I feigned distress.
"Hey, I can't open my eyes or I'll get soap in them," I complained, as I kept my elbows high so that his fingers could continue teasing my now hard nipples.
"Ah, then I have you under my power."
"Oh please, I'll do anything; just let me get the soap out of my hair," I begged, barely suppressing a giggle.
"Well in that case, here," he said as he maneuvered me under the showerhead.
I stood there luxuriating as the water flowed over my head and down my body. Nick took advantage of the soapy water to caress my breasts and belly and then further down as the water flowed. His hard cock was lodged in the cleft between my cheeks and was held in place by his groin pressed firmly to my ass. I reached back and spread my buns slightly to let it nestle right in.
Naturally he couldn't resist a little hip thrusting. Soon he was using my butt cheeks like a large-breasted woman might use her tits around a cock. A bubble butt is definitely useful, I decided.
"Oooh, that feels good," I moaned, as his hand rubbed my pussy in accompaniment to his dick between my cheeks. I didn't feel the need to specify which one. He moved back in a way that let me know he wanted to enter me from behind but I didn't want to move on from foreplay so quickly.
"Hold on big boy," I commanded, as I slipped from his grasp and turned to face him. "I think this member needs a special washing before we proceed," I added, as I wrapped my hand around his cock.
But after wetting him down, I started at his chest, soaping it up and rubbing his nipples, which seemed to harden slightly (hmmm), and then moved on to his belly. I paused, soaping up both hands thoroughly once again, before kneeling in front of him and giving his balls and cock a thorough and loving washing. Nick just spread his legs and sighed.
"Damn that feels great!" he moaned.
"Move under the shower," I suggested and after he'd rinsed and while still kneeling, I gave his dick a long slow suck.
"No soap," I pronounced as I withdrew, "but let me check down here," I added as I raised his rod and licked that place where cockshaft meets ball sack.
He sighed again and when I felt his cock twitch in my hand, I lowered it to the horizontal. Grasping his nice tight buns in each hand, I opened my mouth and smoothly swallowed every bit of him that I could manage. I held him there; the tip of his cock was just lightly probing my gag reflex.
I wanted him to feel good. I even had a momentary fantasy of him shooting his cum right down my throat. The thought gave my pussy a tingle. Finally he took the initiative and withdrew.
"We've got to wash you now, babe," he said as he pulled me to my feet and, gesturing for me grab the rail below the window onto his backyard, had me bend over slightly so that he could scrub my back with a loofah.
Let me just say right now that a loofah in the hands of a skilled operator is a GREAT sexual toy. Just by rubbing my back he had me wiggling my butt as if, with a mind of its own, it begged for attention. I arched my back, which of course meant my butt was jutting up and out in a most unladylike fashion.
I guess the message was obvious as Nick began lightly rubbing my cheeks and upper thighs with his lovely, deliciously scratchy toy. I certainly didn't want to impede his explorations so I casually adopted a 'wider stance' and after briefly and tantalizingly applying the loofah to my inner thighs, he dropped it and used his soapy hands to thoroughly wash my crotch.
I'd been moaning and sighing and saying things like "Oh that feels so good," to encourage him when I froze as I felt a finger exploring the unfamiliar territory around my butthole.
"We want everything nice and clean don't we, Marcy."
Well yeah, but I wasn't sure I wanted him doing the job. On the other hand, it was feeling quite nice as he pulled a cheek aside with one hand while a soapy finger lightly circled my puckered hole.
His finger found the center but after probing gently just inside, he apparently decided not to press his luck - or his finger - too far and withdrew.
For me, surprise and embarrassment had turned to something very close to pleasure ... and then a flash of anxiety - was he expecting anal sex? But I relaxed when he directed the shower at my crotch and declared it needed a taste test to see if I was rinsed clean.
So there I was, bent over at waist, butt sticking out, gazing out the window dreamily as Nick crouched between my legs and licked my slit, when my eye caught a movement in the bushes across the yard.
It was just foggy enough that I couldn't be certain of what I had seen; but surely there was no breeze with all that fog. My thoughts flashed to Ken; was that horny bastard up to it again? Or maybe it was just a cat. Then I decided I really didn't care. I wasn't going to let anything interrupt the marvelous orgasm that was building.
While I'd been staring out at the bushes, Nick's tongue had been exploring every crevice and fold of my pussy. Soon it found my clit and I was so hot and wet that whoever or whatever was outside was going to witness one hell of an orgasm.
Who remembers what one says or screams at a time like that? It could have been a stream of, "Oh Yeses!" Or "Oh fuck yeses!" but it was great and I didn't hold back. The 'whoever' I was imagining out there would surely know that my man really knows how to make me cum!
Well an event like that leaves one weak in the knees and so, naturally, I crumpled to the floor. Nick sweetly knelt behind me and kissed my neck and cradled me as I calmed down.
"I thought I saw something move out there just before I came," I said quietly. "Do you think it was Ken?"
"Nah, his coming by before was just fluke. It was probably just a cat." Then he added grinning, "Didn't stop you from cumming did it?"
"Well no, like you said, I thought it was just a cat. Let's dry off and fuck," I said quite uncharacteristically. I was not interested in discussing the fact that the thought of 'whoever' being out there watching had helped make it one marvelous orgasm.
Our antics in bed that morning were just marvelous. I think there's a special period in a new relationship when you've done IT enough times so you know what works for each other; but it is all still new and fresh and terribly exciting. That was us that morning.
We fucked and sucked and fucked and 69ed and fucked some more. I came on his tongue; on his cock; on my fingers and his cock; on my fingers as he watched (while he was stretching me - Ms Exhibitionist - wide open, WOW!); and finally, from just watching his face as I felt him filling me with his cum.
Nick collapsed but great sex often energizes me, as it did that morning. So I went off to get a little more exercise in his workout room. It felt very sensual walking around Nick's house nude.
After mopping up the cum that was leaking down my leg, I decided to hell with clothes and began warming up with some stretches.
The interior walls of Nick's home gym are mostly mirrored and the outside wall, opening onto his backyard, is all glass. As I went through some yoga positions, I realized that in almost any position, I could see my reflection or a view of the yard outside. I wondered if our 'cat' was still out there. If it cared to, it could have watched me being eaten to a glorious 'O' in the shower and, if it were patient during the half hour or so we'd spent less exposed in the bedroom, it could watch me now as I assumed some rather highly revealing positions.
I felt so energized by the great sex of the previous night and that morning. Remembering the movies we had watched, I couldn't help wondering and, yes, fantasizing about having sex in front of a camera while knowing that thousands of men would eventually be paying to watch me. Just the possibility that 'Mr. Cat' might be watching was actually getting me wet.
Nick's recovery was swift and after showers and breakfast we went off for a hike and a picnic on Mt. Tamalpais. As we walked and ate and walked some more we kept coming back to the subject of porn. Was it exploiting the actors? Was it demeaning to women? Was it coarsening society?
I was beginning to like his basically libertarian argument: "We're talking about adults here and if people are not being hurt then who are we to judge their tastes in sex. "
Why was it arousing? Could you do porn?
