Rock Hard

“M-my pussy is yours too,” she managed between moans, “all of me is, please, help me feel as good as I did last night.”

That was clear enough. I slowly moved my mouth down between her breasts, kissing every inch of her warm skin on the way down to my final destination. Stephanie opened her legs in welcome as I approached. The scent of her excitement only added to my anticipation.

It likely wasn’t strictly necessary. She was already plenty wet, and could no doubt take me without the added licking, but we both enjoyed it, so why not? I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her.

“Fuck!” she moaned, as my tongue caressed her sweet, pink pussy.

I’d come to tell the difference between the cries of pleasure and distress. It could be different for every individual. Settling into a good rhythm, I licked and sucked on her clit until she was crying out in orgasm, her hips lifting from the bed as she wailed.

Stephanie fell back onto the bed as I planted tender kisses on her still trembling flesh, taking things lightly as she would likely still be sensitive so soon after cumming.

Kissing my way back up along her body, I made my way to her lips. Stephanie and I made out like horny teenagers. With a slight shift of her hips, she got her pussy lined up with my cock, as she gently stroked me.

“Already?” I asked.

I wasn’t in any way complaining, it was just surprising that she could recover that fast, at least to the point of being ready to fuck. She was unequivocal on the matter however, and within seconds I was inside her.

Stephanie’s breathing grew a little more rapid and labored with each thrust of my cock inside her. It wasn’t too deep. I knew I had to take it easy on her, my cock barely fitting in her tight pussy, but we got through it. I slid in as deep as she could comfortably take me before I started to pump. Slow at first, but then with increasing urgency.

I hadn’t really fucked her yet. Not a properly, not like I usually did, but I was trying to work her up to it, even though I had no reason to think I would see her again. No logical reason, in any case.

“You’re amazing,” she moaned, as I got up to a steady moderate rhythm. “That feels so fucking good.”

No matter what the circumstances of our meeting, or what the future held, I was glad to have met her. If nothing else, we would always have the experience of last night and the morning after.

I drove into her again and again, making her cum once, then twice before I started to feel the overwhelming pleasure drawing up in me. I tugged my cock out and Stephanie eagerly parted her lips so I could shoot my load between them.

She swallowed every last drop, and I realized I wasn’t sure what was hotter: watching her take it all or seeing some of it spill down her breasts and belly as it had the night before.

“Shit is that the time?’ Stephanie asked suddenly, looking over at the bedside clock.

“Appears to be,” I said, laying down beside her.

“Damn it! I’m so sorry, but you have to go, and I have to get to work.”

“Oh, right, it’s Monday.”

“Yeah, and I’m going to be late.”

“Not if I can help it.”

Working together, we got Stephanie ready for work in no time. I was a bit surprised how sleek and professional she looked in her business clothes. It seemed like she could look good in almost anything, though it did make me wonder what she did. She looked like she could be a lawyer, or some kind of executive. If so, how old was she? She looked young, maybe mid-20s, around my age. Then again, if Jonna was her younger sister, that didn’t seem likely.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Old enough to know better, and you need to get dressed, stat.”

“I’m serious,” I pressed, hopping into my jeans.

“I’m 30,” she said, with a slight sigh. “Shocked?”

“A bit,” I answered honestly, raising my eyebrows.

She honestly only looked a year or two older than her sister, who was around my age, but in her work clothes and professional daytime demeanor, I could kind of see it. “Doesn’t bother me though,” I added.

She snorted in disbelief.

I took her in my arms and lifted her until we were eye to eye, and gave her a deep, passionate kiss to show her I wasn’t just blowing smoke up her ass.

“Thank you,” she whispered breathlessly when we parted.

“I mean it.”

“I know. Now put me down and finish getting dressed, okay?”

“Okay.”

I did as she asked, and soon enough we were out in the hall as she locked up. She seemed to be glancing around to see if anyone was coming. It wasn’t clear which had the potential for most embarrassment, having a one-night stand, having a one-night stand with someone five years her junior, or sleeping with a metal head.