"Come on sleepy head!" I heard Tanya cooing softly, gently shaking me from my sleep.
"What time is it?" I mumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and then yawning.
"Almost seven," she answered, hovering over me with a smile. She slid her hands up my chest to my shoulders and then down my arms, grasping my hands and then gently encouraging me to sit up. I looked at her face and then down to her nude body, her tits hanging down toward me, her nipples hard and protruding. "Come on. I have breakfast ready for you," she continued with that infectious smile that had become so familiar.
"Sure," I answered as I let her pull me up to a standing position. "When did you come over?"
"Last night of course. You begged me to spend the night after we made love," she answered. "Don't tell me you don't remember us having sex for hours on the back deck under the moon."
I paused and let my mind wander for a few moments. "I thought that was a dream," I finally said, the memory of making her come three times on a blanket under the nearly full moon becoming more formed and "solid".
"Trust me, it was no dream for me, unless of course sending me to heaven three times is a dream. Maybe a dream come true. God, I haven't come so hard in years, and you did it three times, each time more intense than the one before. Hell, I didn't even realize some of those positions we tried existed."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I answered, wondering why I was having trouble remembering all the details of what had to be such an intense sexual experience.
"Enjoyed it doesn't even begin to describe it. You made me feel like a raw animal, sucking and fucking me in all sorts of incredible ways. I was more than happy to spend the night after how you made me feel."
"Well, I'm glad you did," I answered as she turned and pulled me by the hand, both of us naked, to the kitchen. Breakfast was indeed ready. Eggs, sausage and pancakes.
"I figured you had to be starved. You never did get dinner last night."
"I didn't?"
"No. At least you told me you didn't. You went right to sleep after work and I didn't get here until almost eight. I was going to make you some dinner but you wanted to lick my pussy instead."
I thought a few moments and did seem to remember pulling her onto the bed with me and practically ripping her shorts down. She quickly stripped and crawled over my face, allowing me to lick and finger her to the first orgasm of the night. What bothered me was not that I had done so, but the morning after I was having difficulty remembering it in any great detail. I sat down at the table with Tanya and ate the VERY good breakfast she had created for me, enjoying the morning view as well as the food.
"Come on. Let's go get showered. I still have to run home and get some clothes for work," she said as she got up from the table. She waited for me to stand and then took me by the hand, drawing me along behind her down the hall and into my bedroom and the master bathroom. She turned on the water, adjusted it and then pulled me into the shower stall with her, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her soft hot lips to mine.
We stood under the water for long minutes, kissing each other and just enjoying the feeling of our naked bodies pressed together. "God, I want to go back to bed and fuck you some more. You're getting me so god damn horny again," she moaned softly, her lips brushing mine softly as she spoke.
"But?"
"But we'll both be late for work if we don't get moving," she answered. With a slight frown she stepped back and got the bottle of bodywash and squirted some on my shower sponge and then used it to lather both of us. "I hope no one notices that I smell like Old Spice!" she giggled as she washed her way down my chest to my hard cock, wrapping her hand around it and stroking it gently. "Better get this all clean. Don't want you smelling like sex all day, do we?"
"I'd think not," I agreed, my hands roaming her soapy body more of their own accord than any particular plan I had in mind. Her breasts were silky smooth in my hands as I cupped and stroked them, my thumbs stroking periodically across her rigid nipples.
"Oh fuck. You gotta stop that!" she said with feigned frustration. "You're going to get me so turned on that I won't want to get out."
"And that's a bad thing?" I asked with a grin, moving one hand down between her legs to let my soapy fingers stroke her soft pussy lips.
"Okay, okay, but it'll have to be quick!"
"That's up to you," I answered as I stroked my fingers deeper between her lips, teasing her clit with the tip of my middle finger.
"Oh fuck. Just a quickie. Okay?"
"Uh huh," I said as she turned in my arms, breaking contact with me. She pushed her ass out at me and guided my already hard cock at her pussy. "Mmmmmmm," I sighed softly as my soapy cock slid easily into her already wet tunnel.
"Ohhhhhh fuck, I love feeling you inside me," she moaned as I started to stroke slowly in and out of her. I reached one hand down to her pussy, teasing my fingers between her lips and across her clit while my other hand moved up to one of her hanging breasts, capturing it and taking her nipple between my fingers. In and out I stroked, imagining that this is what it felt to be an alcoholic enjoying the first drink of the day. I drank in the sensations on my cock and in my hands, getting more and more turned on by the second. Tanya seemed to be enjoying it as well, moaning loudly and gasping each time I changed how I was toying with her hard clit.
"Oh fuck! You're gonna make me come!" she cried in a squeaky voice moments before her body started to tremble. I grinned to myself and jammed my cock harder into her, somehow knowing that it would drive her climax even higher. I jabbed into her spasming pussy over and over until my own body demanded that I push into her hard and hold there to allow the first surge of cum to lance out into her hot pussy. "FUCK YES!" she cried as I jammed into her again, unleashing a second surge into her.
"Damn," I groaned softly as I stood there, jerking and twitching, my cock pulsing and twitching inside her as we enjoyed the mutual orgasm.
"Okay," she said breathlessly, pulling off my shaft and turning around to face me. "Now we really do have to hurry."
"I'm done," I chuckled.
"I know you are you dirty old man. But you need a shave and so do I. Now get out of here and get rid of those whiskers!" she said, pushing me out of the door.
I chuckled and walked to the sink to shave, seeing her in the mirror through the fogged up glass of the stall, lifting one leg and propping it on the soap dish while she apparently used a razor on her mound and pussy.
"There. All smooth again!" she said cheerfully as she stepped out of the shower about the time I was rinsing my face from shaving.
"You or me?" I asked.
She stepped to me with a grin on her face and pulled one of my hands down between her legs. "You tell me?"
"Mmmmmmm both," I responded quietly, letting my fingers stroke her sexy smooth skin.
"I agree, but I gotta go home and get some clothes!" she said with a playful slap on my shoulder. She walked to the bedroom and came back a few moments later with her t-shirt and shorts on, holding her shoes and panties in her hand. "I'll see you at work?"
"Of course!" I answered before returning the kiss she was leaning toward me to give.
"See you then," said brightly before turning and practically running across the bedroom. I grinned at her girlish behavior and then went about finishing my own morning routine.
"Morning all!" I said cheerfully as I walked into the office, only about ten minutes late, but for me almost half an hour later than I'd normally be. I settled at my desk and logged onto my computer, looking around the room while I waited for the computer to do its normal thing. Anna was wearing a low cut dress, and quite clearly did NOT have a bra on again this morning. I couldn't see any real difference in what Teresa was wearing since it was usually pretty revealing. All I could tell about Jenny was that she had on a button down blouse, and based on the motion of the front, probably wasn't wearing a bra either.
"Robert," Anna hissed quietly.
"Yeah?" I responded, turning to look at her.
She rolled her chair over to me, scooting as close as she could to me. "Robert," she whispered.
