This is the 2nd installment in a series, featuring the same characters. This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18, and all are fictional. Not based on anyone living or dead. Special thanks to Candace my editor for making my thoughts actually readable.
Saturday
Morning could not come early enough. To say I was anxious to start the day, to see where it would go, would be a massive understatement. I thought I'd never get to sleep with the amazing events from Friday buzzing around in my head. But something else made me calm and more peaceful. I felt more like a man, I suppose. I had made a woman, a real woman orgasm.
My walk to the Stinton's house felt far too long and I had to concentrate to keep from running though the freshly cut grass covered with morning dew. I arrived at the house and didn't see any signs of life. I opened the door with my key and was greeted by the dog and the smell of bacon.
"Morning!" Sandra had a white robe on and she smiled at me sending heat through my body, making me feel warm all over.
"Go ahead and let the dog out."
I took care of Max and made sure he did his thing out behind the house. When we came back in, she walked up and kissed me, pressing her body against mine. It was a long kiss, that progressed to a near frenzy before she pulled away.
"Breakfast?"
"Sure!"
After some eggs and bacon, I began putting my dishes in the sink, she was rinsing a few things off and I came up behind her. I kissed her neck reaching around her waist. I'm sure she could feel my hardness pressing against her through my jeans and I felt her push back against me.
"Want something?" she nearly whispered.
"Uh huh," I said, kissing that spot just below her right ear.
"Mm... Loose the pants," she said in a breathy tone.
I did so quickly and stepped out of them leaving my jeans and underwear on the kitchen floor.
The kitchen sink had a bay window in front of it that overlooked the backyard. I felt a bit of a rush being naked from the waist down looking out over the back yard and the woods beyond. I might appear clothed to anyone that peered in, but she was soon in a much more compromising position as she dropped the robe to the floor. She had nothing on underneath and she quickly resumed her position with me behind her, both of us looking out the kitchen window. My hard cock pressed between her cheeks. I was feeling the wetness of her sex as I ground its length against her.
The dishwasher was whirring and churning next to us as she finally reached between our bodies and guided my very hard erection into her wet hole. She was so wet and warm as I started to slowly move in and out of her that I thought I could hear her wetness over the dishwasher. I slowly started moving inside her as she pushed back into me with each thrust. After a good minute, I had my hands on each of her breasts with her nipples being teased by my fingers as my pace increased. The dishwasher paused and changed modes and I picked up the pace with the new cycle. Soon all I could hear was the sound of my pelvis hitting her firm behind and the sounds of her moans that mixed with little words of encouragement. "Yeah... ohhhhhh yeah... That's it... fuck me... Yeah fuck..."
