Jake Hancock and I decided to sleep in the morning after an extremely strenuous evening, night and even a few interesting bouts of intimacy after midnight.
I told him I thought we should both call into work this morning and delay going in until the afternoon. Then blushing I suggested, "Besides, that'll give us a chance to fuck at least one more time."
He grinned. "Did I ever tell you, I love the way you think, Cricket?"
Each of us kept our eyes open and riveted on the other person's eyes as his hips moved up between my thighs and his long thick erection found that the pliant cleft of my cunt gave way to his insistent probes. My concentration was on those deep brown black eyes. All I felt was the thrill of an entire world spiraling inward to center at the junction of where his loins met mine, where my body sensed his massive flesh prodding inside of me.
Well that morning Jake Hancock made me cry. First he lied to me and told me I was the most beautiful in the world for the whole time we made love. That's okay. I can handle that kind of lie. However, he later told me that I was the best lover he'd ever had and that the mere fact that I'd given into his request as quickly and wholeheartedly as I did made him feel like more of a man.
More of a man?
Every time I felt the bulk and width of his erection slide into me, I had no doubts about his manliness.
Finally after not too much coaxing my young man closed his eyes, grunted a deep shudder out loud which echoed through the bedroom and I felt the wet, sticky heat which told me that we'd become pair bonded once again.
More of a man?
Good lord, the amount of sperm that young man leaves behind when he cums!
Anyway, he thanked me for loving him, and he said I was the best lover he'd ever had again, and he loved me. That's when I started crying. I couldn't help myself. I told him I loved him and wanted only the best for both of us, so naturally that made him want to continue making love to me.
I think I must have awakened around 10:30 am or so. It looked like Jake was still asleep. I went into the bathroom to pee and then to shower. Jake woke up almost immediately and I watched his glistening muscular body start to step into the shower as I stepped out. Even though I was drenched and had a head full of sopping wet hair, we stopped long enough to exchange a lovely lingering good morning kiss. It was that special kind of kiss that only comes the morning after. I told him I'd grab him another towel and walked toward the towel closet. Naturally, when I turned my back to him, my bare ass presented a prominent target which Jake's hand slapped possessively.
I brought him back a clean, fluffy towel as he climbed into the shower, and I continued to dry myself off. Then I wrapped the towel around my head grabbed a loose terrycloth robe before I went into the other room.
Once I walked into the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a bag of fresh spinach leaves, a couple of onion greens, celery leaves and a slice of green pepper. I also pulled out a litre of ice cold water and my triple green powder. If I prepared them ahead of time, it doesn't take long to assemble the ingredients in a blender. Soon the noise of the blender filled my apartment as my green spinach juice liquefied at high speed. I set the timer for thirty seconds and allowed the mixture to frappe for the full half a minute.
"Whoa! There's a partially naked woman making all sorts of nasty noises in the kitchen," Jake said when he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Whatcha doing?" "Making my green juice. You want to try it again?"
I noticed a curious expression cross his face as he shrugged. " Heck, I'll try anything as long as it doesn't kill me." Then he broke into a big grin. "Duh! If it killed me, then I could only try it once!"
"I'll just pour you a little glass."
I pulled a small juice glass out of the cupboard and I poured him half a glass. "Don't start until I pour my own," I said. Whereupon, I poured myself a full twelve ounce tumbler full of liquid.
"Cheers," I said and we both slugged the initial drink down.
"Oh that's still just as disgusting as it was yesterday!" Jake grimaced after the first swallow.
I laughed. "Some people never get used to it, I guess."
"Why in God's name do you drink this stuff?"
I placed my hand on his cheek and brought my face up close as if to kiss him. "Do you remember how moist and accommodating I felt when you thrust deep into me last night and this morning?"
He whistled softly and nodded his head. "It'd be hard to forget."
I smiled. "This is one of the reasons I give certain long and thick intruders such intimate gushing baths at just the right moment." Then I downed the rest of my glass. "It's both giving and selfish on my part. Besides it doesn't hurt that all my careful prep makes my partner feel loved, too."
A nice bulge began to build up behind the towel he had wrapped around his waist. I reached down to fondle the bulge behind the towel.
"We're not going into work til this afternoon, right?"
"Got something on your mind?"
I sighed. "Let me finish my green juice. I think I'm going to need some extra internal moisture, don't you?"
He reached out and took me into his arms. "Like I said, I love the way you think."
***
I went into the lounge on the third floor at break-time and there's this TV there which is usually tuned to cable--CNN or some other cable news, you know. So as the lunch break progressed what came on but that commercial for one of those dot-com dating and match-up services.
Suddenly I had this whacko idea, and I wanted to get it down on paper.
My idea:
A shaved bald-headed young black man with a big smile, big brown eyes and a handsome face stands next to a very light brown haired, older white woman who doesn't smile as widely, but her eyes definitely beam when she looks up at him. Leaning against him, she keeps looking up at his face shyly but possessively. She is very white, but her cheeks are so pink they almost glow.
The black man begins. "Imagine our surprise and delight when
eSexuality.com
matched so many of our traits in common."
She smiles into the camera. "They match you to an individual who really fits your needs."
"Right!" He dropped his head close to hers. "If you look forward to making love to your partner after a Saturday night out on the town,
eSexuality.com
will find you the woman of your dreams."
"Exactly," the woman replied. "I had no idea that their questionnaire would need my opinion about our compatibility as far as the girth of his penis and my pussy--but there it was!"
