I had been so entranced with recalling the previous night's events and swirling my fingers all over my vulva that I did not notice when the door crept open.
“Good morning”, he says and I jump, startled. Mystery Boy stands in the doorway, as naked as the night before, with that same smile splashed across his deservedly smug face. I pause, then remove my hand from my cunt and smile shyly. He walks, unassumingly, into the bathroom and takes a piss. I stand up, leaning on the counter's edge watching his firm ass sway. Now finished he walks to the sink, washes his hands and kisses me softly on my cheek. Cheek turns into mouth, neck, chest, and then stomach. Before I know it, I have my feet on his shoulders and my hands pulling his head scuba deep into my pussy.
The marble counter is cold and satisfying on my bare ass. His tongue moves so fast in starts and stops, it almost vibrates. His fingers are thick and dexterous filling and caressing the walls of my eager cunt. I can feel the pressure and buzz of anticipation building as my pussy swells in cadence with his touch. Drenched with pleasure, I rest my head back bumping against the mirror.
He stands up, his sheathed cock rock hard. He grabs firmly to its base and slides, slowly and carefully, into my welcoming cunt. He is still for a moment while I squirm adjusting to his dick.
Cautiously, deliberately he is now thrusting into me. I can feel every inch of it cradled by my buffeting pussy. In this lethargic moment, I can feel his strong pulse and the extreme warmth of the blood rushing into his dick.
Impulsively, he wraps his arms under my exposed ass and lifts me. Brutally, he throws me up and down on his agile dick. He slams me against the wall and fucks me ferociously, every thrust forcing my entire body up the wall. The rough wallpaper is electric against my partially perspiring posterior. I wrap my trembling legs around his waist and my arms around his sizzling neck. In this position, I am engorged and emboldened. He yanks me off the wall and carries me to the bedroom, all the while I am straddling up and down controlling his motion.
There that smile is again, mischievous and unapologetic.
We lose balance as we reach the bed and fall with a thud. I see him peering at me, comfortingly, through squinting eyes, watching me enjoy each lust dense moment. My legs thrown haphazardly in the air and I wrap my arms around him again, pulling him in close, my fingers can barely touch.
My breathing becomes unstable. He bites my shoulder and I quiver. My pussy is throbbing, and his bright red pubes gently wiping across my swollen lips with each thrust send me barreling over the edge. With one violent spasm, my feverish cunt ejects his dick and a river of juices. He pushes his dick back into my gushing cunt and continues to pummel it. He is vibrating inside of me. He yanks his cock out and caresses it to the startling finale, spraying cum from my belly button to my chin. Sweaty, breathless, spent, and smiling from ear to ear we dilute into the sex soaked sheets.
Many moments of rapid breaths and wiping sweat from brow later, he leaves the room and returns with a warm damp cloth. Smiling, he silently cleanses my fluid slicked tummy and leaves again. The shower is running. I lay still enjoying the pulsating soreness of my exhausted pussy.
After drying and getting dressed in a most comfortable silence he announces, “My name is Eric.”
I laugh, having unconsciously forgotten that I did not know his name. I reply, “Cheryl.”
I get up. Gather my things. He walks me to the door. I kiss him. I open the door. He reaches for my hand. He squeezes slightly in that way that men sometimes do.
My legs are al dente as I stumble to my car in the bright morning sun. I drop my things on the passenger seat, start the car, put on my seat belt and pull away. I never imagined my first thought the morning following my 30th birthday would be, "where are my panties". I also never imagined that I would leave them stuffed in a stranger’s linens. Never in my life have I wanted them to be uncovered so badly.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
The Gushing Conclusion: Where Are My Panties? Part 3 of 3
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