This will work better if you have read Chapter one.
When I awoke the next morning, the world was grey and cold. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and realized that I had left the bedroom curtains open. It was morning but the fog which we had watched drifting in through the Golden Gate as we sat on the deck had, as it often does on a summer night, invaded Berkeley. The light coming in through the windows was a washed out grey. Being in the hills we were in the fog rather than below it, so everything more than a few feet from the widows was gone. The world beyond that point was a diffuse grey. I had also left the French doors leading to the deck open. The view was the same in that direction. I could vaguely see the rail at the edge of the deck, but nothing beyond that. The air coming in through the open doors was cold--perhaps 45 or 50 degrees.
But I wasn't cold, aside from the tip of my nose. There was a naked, soft, warm Norwegian beauty curled against me and a thick blanket covering both of us. When I had crawled into bed the night before I had made a point of carefully keeping myself separate, in response to her 'no sex' admonition. Somehow during the night we had found our way to a comfortable front to back spooning position. My loins were nestled against her warm, soft, backside, and one of my arms lay over her shoulder with my hand comfortably cupping a soft breast. I could feel my cock growing as it lay alongside one of her cheeks. It was lovely way to awaken. I hadn't done it since Ellen... I paused my enjoyment. Why must I measure my life in the time since I lost the company of my late wife? I sighed and pulled myself tighter against my bedmate.
The warm, naked body I was snuggling with was Britt--my neighbor who I had voyeuristically watched masturbating in her back yard on Friday and who I had jointly masturbated with last night on the deck beyond my upstairs bedroom (which Ellen and I had called the gin and tonic (G&T) deck). My dick was fully erect now and it occurred to me that its presence poking at Britt's back side might not be viewed as full compliance with her 'no sex' admonition of the night before. I wasn't sure how much sense that made given that with the encouragement of marijuana gummies and a substantial quantity of wine, we had engaged in mutual masturbation while I read my erotica to her. But if that was what the lady wanted, I was prepared to give it to her. The prior evening was the closest I had come to real sex in years. She groaned quietly and inhaled a deep breath but didn't wake up. Then she moved just a bit causing my hand to drag across the breast it was cupping and my dick to press more firmly into her soft ass. Still no sign of awareness on her part.
I was awake enough now to know a couple of things. I didn't want her to wake up with me in this position. In addition, I needed to pee. I slowly, and regretfully, disengaged myself from Britt and walked to the bathroom. My bladder drained, I stepped into a warm shower and cleaned up, planning a breakfast for the two of us. Once washed, I toweled down, shaved, and donned
an old pair of cutoff sweats and a T-shirt (the same garments I had been wearing the prior Friday when I watched Britt masturbating in her back yard). Walking into the bedroom I found her awake (barely), and sitting erect in the bed, wrapped in blankets from the waist down. Her naked breasts were even more attractive than they had been the previous evening. I could feel my cock, which had returned to its normal size during the shower, starting to grow again, creating a bulge in the loose shorts I was wearing. I hadn't bothered with underwear.
Britt pushed her long blonde hair back and blinked her sleep laden eyes. "Oh it's you, Dave."
"Yes it's me, Dave," I said with a laugh. "It's good that you remember my name,... Britt."
She smiled. "Good boy. You got it right. It's always good to remember each other's names in the morning." She continued to smile in silence for a moment, looking at the slowly swelling bulge in my shorts, and then said, "I remember more about you than just your name. But right now, I could use some coffee."
"I'll make coffee. Why don't you grab a shower, get dressed, and meet me in the kitchen."
Britt yawned. "Good idea." Then she laughed and shook her head. "Just one problem. My wine-soaked clothes are still in the sink in your bath."
"I hung them up," I said. "But they're still wet. Put one of my shirts on, if you feel compelled to be clothed."
"Okay."
When Britt appeared in my kitchen, she was wearing one of the neatly pressed white shirts I wore to work, when I still had a job. The tails barely covered her ass and she had fastened only the last couple of buttons at the bottom of the shirt so that when she leaned forward her breasts, her lovely breasts, were fully exposed. I had decided while I was fixing coffee and the rest of breakfast that I was in love with her breasts. Not necessarily in love with Britt (I didn't know her that well yet), but her tits, oh yes, her tits were marvelous. I so wanted to fondle and suckle them. When she leaned forward my dick immediately sprang to life forming a tent in the soft sweats I was wearing.
"That shirt looks much better on you than it does on me," I said.
"Oh really?" she said. "Based on that lump in your pants I would have guessed you would have thought it would look even better on the floor."
"Well that too."
Britt released the last two buttons and pushed the shirt open so her breasts were fully exposed. "Is this better?"
"Yes. You have great tits."
"That's what you said last night." She had cupped them with her hands and was holding them out to me, using her thumbs to rub her rapidly growing nipples.
"It's still true." I reached down and stroked my almost fully rigid prick through the soft fabric of my cutoff sweats.
"And you have a great cock."
"You said that last night also."
"You said a lot of other things last night."
"I did. You asked me to talk dirty."
"You did, and it was very dirty."
"You seemed to like it. I've never done that with a woman before."
"Hmm. You're a natural." Continuing to play with her tits she leaned back in her chair and slid her hips forward spreading her legs so she was fully exposed. I stood fondling my dick through the soft cotton shorts as I watched her play with her tits.
"Dave," she said. "Come over here and stand between my legs." She peeled the shirt off and tossed it on the floor. Now she was completely naked.
I did as she asked. She placed my hands on her tits and then used hers to pull my pants down. The head of my cock hung up on the waist band and then bounced as it cleared. When it settled it was sticking straight out, inches from her face. "Hmm. Commando," she said. "I like it."
She began to stroke and twist my cock, using both hands. I responded by fondling her tits. they were such great tits. Soft and full. I could lift them, hold them out and then use a thumb and forefinger to rub, and then pinch, the nipples. Her nipples were big and fully engorged--rock hard. She gasped as I pinched and pulled on them. "You are a bad boy, Dave," she said.
"Is this bad?" I asked, as I pushed her tits together and tried to rub the engorged nipples against each other.
