"Just like an eighteen-year-old," she breathed. "Ready to rock and roll again after just a few minutes. Why don't we go to the bedroom and see what we can do about that wild imagination of yours?" She broke the embrace and stood up.
"Yes, please." I was short of breath and my head spun with nervousness and anticipation. Could I have guessed, even an hour ago, that my fantasies would come true? And so quickly!
Without preliminaries, she shed her clothes and stretched her long body on her bed. After months of painting mental fantasies of her naked body, I suppose I would have preferred a slower unveiling. Even so, seeing her suddenly naked stopped my breath for a moment. Although her waist was small, her belly was rounded in a deliciously inviting way. Her breasts were substantial, and tipped with large, brown nipples, much as I'd imagined. She smiled at me and slowly flexed her legs, rubbing her thighs together. Between them, in the pale bikini shadow, a dense patch of curls beckoned.
"Are you planning to do this with your clothes on?"
It helped that RoseAnn was so matter-of-fact. Her unashamed nakedness made me less nervous stripping down. She smiled at my erection and reached out to invite me onto her bed. Again we kissed, our bodies writhing together, until she pushed on my chest, opened her thighs, and guided me into her. We moaned ecstatically into each other's mouths as my cock slipped to its full length into the hot sleeve of silken flesh. None of the girls I'd had sex with before had been as willing, or as uncomplicated, as RoseAnn and her sweet vagina.
"No...no condom?" I murmured, hoping against hope she wouldn't make me pull out.
She giggled in my ear. "No condom. I started taking the pill as soon as I knew you were coming. I've been planning this since I knew for sure. Now get to work." She gripped my buttocks and moved her hips so that it was impossible not to thrust back.
It's true what they say about angels singing. I heard them in her cries, in the wet sucking of her pussy, in the faint squeak of the bed frame. Her heated flesh stroked, squeezed, worked to push me over the edge into the chaos of orgasm. Soon I sensed nothing but the intense heat radiating from my cock. Without warning, my orgasm swept over me. I grunted like a cave man and bounced my hips against hers, feeling the renewed load of semen pulse into her body. She felt it, cried into my ear, and squeezed me in her arms until I grew still.
"Quick," she said. "Touch me." I rolled off her, and she guided my hand between her legs. I found her swollen clitoris easily, and stroked with a delicate finger. After only a few seconds, she hugged my chest tightly enough to stop my breathing. She shouted into the room and thrashed as if suffering a convulsion. When she finally relaxed, she looked up at me with those liquid brown eyes, the most beautiful God ever made.
I was about to get dressed, but she said, "Just your briefs, Barry." She wrapped herself in a nearly transparent bathrobe and made sandwiches. After the food, she put on a movie and had me lay my head in her naked lap. She stroked my hair and trailed her fingers over my chest, sometimes teasing my nipples. Lying there on her warm thighs, her scent enveloped me. Concentrating on the film was difficult, and I turned to press my face to her belly and explore her hips and breasts with my fingers. She bent forward so her robe fell open. I sucked at her nipples, and the movie was forgotten as she pushed me from the sofa to the floor. She pulled down my briefs, climbed on top, and eased herself down on my cock while I arched my back and groaned.
She paused a moment, letting her heat work on my cock until it swelled even more inside her. I began to move, but she laid a hand flat on my belly, shaking her head to keep me still, and pulled my hand into her crotch. I took the hint, and probed for her clitoris. It was large and easy to find, and I stroked delicately, as I had before.
Though my wrist was awkwardly twisted between our bodies, it didn't take long. She threw her head back and rocked her hips in the throes of orgasm. That triggered mine, and I thrust upward into her, driven as much by her cries as by the tightness of her vagina. She arched and twisted and convulsed for what seemed a minute or more, before she lay down on me, panting hard into my ear.
She had a box of tissues nearby, which was a good thing. Semen drained onto my belly and down her thighs when I pulled out. She blotted me clean, and led me by the hand to her bed and invited me to join her under the covers.
"That was wonderful," she whispered in the dark. "You say you're inexperienced, but your instincts are perfect. I think you could have any woman you wanted. I'm just glad I got to you first." We wrapped out arms around each other until it became too uncomfortable to sleep, and then lay together touching hands.
