This is a work of fiction, intended for adults only.
I woke up to the feel of hands, on my rapidly hardening cock. Looking down I saw that the sheet had been thrown off of me, and there was a very engrossed Angie, with her hands wrapped around my cock. The wild mass of dark hair kept her face hidden. With my cock fully hard, she snuck a glance up at me. Blushing, she looked away.
I tangled my hand in her thick dark hair, and turned her face up to me. With her hands still moving on my cock, she looked up at me blushing. "You don't have to feel embarrassed Angie, if you want something you need to tell me or show me." Smiling, I said, "This just shows me that you are every bit as passionate as I knew you would be."
She looked relieved, and tried to look down again. With my hand in her hair, I moved her up my body, steering her so that she ended up lying on top of me. As I pulled her up, she let go of my now hard cock, and put her hands on the mattress by my head, raising her up away from my face. Looking up into her eyes, I released her hair. The hair fell down around my head, like drawing a dark curtain. I felt her panting breath against my face. Slowly my vision started to adjust to the lack of light, in my very private hideaway, and her features started to come into view. I could feel her lying on top of me, soft and hot. With her arms strait, her belly and cunt were pressed against me hard, and her thighs were squeezing me.
"I'll let you in on a little secret, I know more about you then you think." A puzzled look came over her face. "Last night, before we met in the bar, I knew I had to have you, one way or another. See, I was seated at the table next to yours and Jon's. I heard the end of the conversation, as to why you were there."
An angry look came over Angie's face, and her body stiffened on top of me. "You mean you were listening to us? That was a private conversation. How could listen to a private conversation?"
She started to pull away, and I reached up and grabbed her, rolling on top of her, between her legs. I dropped my face down, until my nose was about to touch hers. Looking deeply into her pail, scared eyes, "If that was supposed to be such a private conversation, it should have been held in private, not a restaurant. I didn't ask to be seated there. I was there to eat, nothing more. What are you so angry about, the fact that I overheard the two of you, or that I heard what you said?" I pushed myself away from her, and got to my feet. "I'm hungry, I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm going down to get something to eat. You're welcome to join me, or not, it's up to you," I said and walked away without looking back.
I went into the bathroom, and started the shower. Getting the water good and hot, I climbed in. Steam started to fill the room. I lathered up my hair, and had my head under the spray rinsing it clean, when I felt a small blast of cool air. Instead of turning around, I just grabbed the soap, and started to lather myself up, not even acknowledging that I knew she was there. After a moment or two, I felt a washcloth start rubbing my back.
"So you're staying then?" I asked.
There was no reply. The washcloth continued to rub at my back.
I put the soap down, and rinsed myself. I spun around quickly, and took her by the upper arms, and lifted her slightly toward me. Angie gasped, and her hands came up to protect herself. I waited for her to turn her head back towards me.
"I'm not sure I like these little games you play. If you are planning on staying, there are going to be a few changes. First, I may have gone after you, but I haven't and won't force you to do anything. If you stay here you are doing it because you want to. Second, you really need to relax a little, I heard Jon, he wants this as much or more then you do. You don't have to be embarrassed because you are enjoying what is happening to you. Third, you need to realize I'm not Jon. I don't play games, and I'm not much on orders. I know you make the decisions at home, but that's with Jon, not me. Now, if you want to stay, fine. If not, go home to your husband, it seems he will let you play all the games you want." I let go of her arms, and she took a small step back.
"I know you are not Jon," she said looking at me and rubbing where my hands had been on her arms. "I know he wants this, but it's going to take some time for me to get around the fact that I'm enjoying this so much, and not feel guilty." Pausing she said, "I am enjoying this, but it's all so new, and I'm really not very good at giving up control," she said as a shiver went through her.
I reached out and took her by the shoulders, and pulled her close. I turned us into the hot spray. The water soaked her hair flat to her head, and she turned her face up to it. I let go of her shoulders and she turned her front into the hot spray. I reached down to the bottom of the tub, and picked up the washcloth she had dropped there. I reached around Angie, to the shelf in front of her, and picked up the soap. I lathered up the washcloth, and started to use both the cloth, and my hand with the soap in it, to pull her shoulders back into my chest.
"Look," I said starting to cover her shoulders and upper chest in lather, "I know you're scared, but if you just relax a little, I promise you will enjoy it a whole lot more."
As I said the last, I ran first my smooth hand with the soap in it over both of her small, firm tits. I followed it with the ruff washcloth, pulling on her nipples as I went. A whimpered moan came from the back of her throat, and she arched her back thrusting her tits into my hands. I kept moving from one nipple to the other, pulling tugging, and twisting. I switched the cloth to my left hand, and slid my soapy right hand down her round belly. I ran my hand between her thighs and cupped her, pulling up. Angie groaned, and lifted one leg, putting it on the edge of the tub. I slipped the tips of my fingers in between the lips of her cunt, and ran them from the top to the bottom slowly. When I went back up to the top, I pinched her clit in my soapy fingers, and let it slip through.
I did that for a long time, with Angie writhing against my chest the whole time. Suddenly she froze, then her entire body started to shake. All her weight was on the hand I had between her legs. The shivering started to slow, and I felt her body relaxing against me. Not giving her the chance to come down completely, I turned her back to the wall. I slid my hands from her shoulders down to her waist, and from there, down to her outer thighs. I moved my hands to the backs of her thighs, and started to lift her.
Angie raised her arms, and put her hands around the back of my neck. I stood back from the wall as far as the tub would allow. Angie leaned her shoulders back into the wall, wrapping her legs tight around me. With her shoulders against the wall, it left the front of her open to me. I started using the washcloth over her, from her throat to her belly. I slid the cloth down lower, to the top of her cunt, and used my thumb to rub her clit. When I touched her there her hips jerked up and she lost hold with her legs. While I had her legs loose around me, I pulled my hips back and aimed my hard cock at her hot open cunt. With one hand down under her ass, I used the other to rub the head up and down against her open slit. I pulled it up and smacked it down against her clit a few times, making her groan, and reach for me.
Angie grabbed my cock, pushed it down, hooked her legs again, and thrust herself down on me. Her first thrust got her only about a third of the way down. Her mouth snapped open and she growled, as she leaned her head back against the wall.
"God, I didn't think I would feel so stretched after the first time," she said as she started to rotate her hips a little.
Angie put pressure down on me again, and started to slide herself slowly down the rest of my cock. She was looking down, with her mouth open, and a constant ahh . . ., coming from her throat. I felt the pressure of her heels on my back, as she pulled herself towards me. She pulled, and then would stop and move her hips around, and then she started to pull again. With only a couple of inches left, she stopped. She lifted her head, and stared at me with those pail blue eyes, then pulled until she was tight against the base of my cock. When she reached the bottom, her eyes started to roll back, and close.
"Mmm...mmm.... that feels so good, but please don't move," she said smiling.
"Hey, I'm more then happy just to stand here with you wrapped around me like this. You kind of look natural like this, maybe you should consider a career change. Long hours, low pay, but there are great benefits."
"If I stay like this I'm going to get bowlegged," she said laughing, as she rotated her hips.
"That would just make it easier for me to get between them." I said.
I flexed my cock inside her, and her eyes popped open. She smiled, and I felt her give a quick contraction inside. I put both my hands around the backs of her thighs, and started to lift. I pulled her up about half way up my cock, and let her slide back down. The hot, slick sound of her cunt almost echoed in the shower stall. I started to get into a rhythm, and moving her higher up, and dropping her down harder. Soon, I was sliding that tight, hot cunt the entire length of my cock.
Angie was giving a loud grunt at the bottom of each stroke. With her hands around my neck she pulled herself more upright, to increase to downward force of her body. The loud smack of flesh against flesh, and the jarring bounce were getting to her. I watched her small tits bounce with her movement. Her nipples stood out long and hard.
All at once Angie's legs tightened, and her nails dug into my neck and shoulders. Her head snapped back, and her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her hot cunt contracted around my cock, trying to milk the cum from my balls. She was holding me tight with her legs, and it felt like she was vibrating.
As she started to come down, Angie's legs started to loose their grip. It was my turn now. With Angie leaning against the wall, and my hands on her ass, I started to pump hard into that hot, slick cunt. The snap and crackle sound coming from her wet cunt while I was driving in and out of her seemed even to drown out the sound of my breathing. The pearl white cream from her made a ring around the base of my cock.
All of a sudden Angie's thighs started to squeeze me again, and her cunt started to contract. This time when she started to vibrate, I was doing the same. It felt like this one was coming all the way from my toes. My knees started to shake, and I was having a hard time trying to hold Angie up.
After the first two spurts, I could feel my cum running out of her, and down my balls to drip into the tub. I continued to pump into her, until I started to soften inside her. Slowly, I pulled my cock out of her, until it dropped to sag against my thigh. The only thing between Angie and hitting the floor of the tub, were my hands still clutching her ass. She had her back against the wall, head down, eyes closed.
Slowly I started to drop us down, until my ass came into contact with a very cold tub rim. As I sat down, Angie's upper body came away from the wall, to splay across my thighs fully reclined, her long dark hair touching to floor of the tub. I looked down at her lying there. I noticed the spattering of freckles across her heaving chest for the first time. There was a mole just under her right tit, and a couple more scattered across her belly. I smiled when I looked at the top of her pussy. There were two moles at the top of her cleft that made it look as though a distorted face was looking back at me, below that my cum was still running out of her hot open cunt.
I rubbed my hands slowly up from her thighs to her belly, and from there, up to her stiff nipples. She took a deep trembling breath, and put her hands on mine. Angie pulled my right hand up to her mouth and kissed the fingers, while looking up at me.
"If you ever hear me refer to you as an old man again, you have my permission to have me committed," she said sighing.
I patted her belly, "Well, now that that's settled, I still need food. Move that pretty ass of yours, so we can go,' I said as I started to help her sit up.
Angie groaned as her feet touched the floor, "God, I think I'm already bowlegged."
