“One down, four to go,” she said. “Let’s get a drink and relax for a bit, before you cum inside me.”
She smiled over her shoulder at me, as she headed for the kitchen, stark naked. I followed her. She took a cold beer from the fridge for me, and poured herself a glass of white wine. Then, we relaxed on the sofa in her lounge, both still naked. She was sprawled back in the corner of the sofa, facing me with her legs spread wide. This girl was not shy!
For the first time in our brief relationship we actually had a normal conversation, just chatting about ourselves and each other. We took our time, drinking, and laughing. We seemed comfortable in each other’s company.
After maybe ten minutes or so, looking at her beautiful face and curvy body as we talked, I began to feel horny again. My cock twitched into life, and she noticed. Giggling, she put her glass down, and I leaned forward over her, kissing and caressing her. She wrapped her arms around me and we embraced, kissing passionately. My cock was soon standing to attention and ready for action, again. As I moved between her thighs and eased myself into her she wrapped her legs around my waist, using her heels to pull me all the way inside her.
In contrast with our frantic fucking a little earlier, we took our time, enjoying each other more gently and intimately. This time we made love. She was generous and passionate, focused entirely on me, matching her pace with mine, and using her inner muscles to bring me quickly to a very satisfying climax. She held me close and whispered in my ear. “Two down, three to go!” Giggling, she added “let’s have a bath together.”
She filled the bath with deep, hot water, and lots of bubbles. We washed each other enthusiastically, laughing and giggling, before we settled down. I was sat behind her, leaning against the end of the bath, and Eve relaxed back against my chest with my arms wrapped around her.
We chatted idly again for a while, and then I began massaging her breasts. She rested her head on my shoulder, enjoying the sensation. My right hand drifted down between her legs, finding and caressing her clit. It was her breathing that changed first. Then she began moaning softly as I continued my gentle stimulation. As she became more animated, I increased my pace, until she eventually began writhing and bucking, crying out my name and splashing water around as she came, sighed deeply, and then relaxed.
Once she had recovered, she realized that my cock was pressing insistently against her lower back. She looked sideways up at me. “Do you need sorting out again?”
“Mm, yes please,” I replied, grinning down at her. I knew what was going to happen next!
We didn’t even make it out of the bathroom. As we stepped out of the bath, Eve told me to sit on the edge of the bath and dropped to her knees in front of me. Wrapping her fingers around my thick, swollen shaft she began to masturbate me, speeding up as my cock grew stiffer and stiffer. I leaned back, putting my hands on the opposite edge of the bathside to support myself. The thrusting of my hips told Eve I was getting close, and she began sucking the tip of my cock in time with her strokes, bobbing her head with perfect timing. She increased her pace, sucking harder. I tensed, and grunted, and she stopped; just before I was ready to shoot my load. What!?
Pulling away, she laid on her back.
“Straddle me, quick. Fuck my mouth” she ordered.
I kneeled astride her chest, scooping my hand around the back of her head and lifting her face towards my groin. She opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around my shaft and sucking enthusiastically. I began thrusting my hips, fucking her beautiful face. The throbbing sensation returned almost immediately, and quickly grew in intensity. I fucked her mouth even faster. The pulsing increased in strength and frequency. My balls tightened. I leaned forward, supporting my weight with my free hand against the wall. I pulled her head forward, burying her face into my groin as I gave one more powerful thrust, ramming my cock down her throat and holding it there. Her muffled cries of protest were choked off, and she gagged as I came, squirting several thick streams of spunk directly into her throat. She fought to free her head, but I held her firmly in place as I continued to spurt into her, releasing her only after I was fully spent. She gasped for air.
“Sorry about that,” I said, apologetically. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head and grinning up at me. “It was wicked. I loved it.”
The next item on the agenda was food. Still totally naked, we ate sandwiches at the kitchen table, and had another drink. As she moved around the kitchen I watched the sexy sway of her hips, and imagined how it would feel to shove my cock right up between those firm round cheeks, and unload deep inside her tight little rear. Before that, of course, I still had the pleasure of cumming on her face to look forward to.
I needed to recharge my batteries if I was going to cum twice more, so I was in no hurry, but when Eve told me she had trained in various therapies and asked me if I would like some ‘Indian Head’… well, I could hardly refuse, could I?
It turned out to be a scalp massage, but it was a surprisingly sensuous experience; quite erotic, in fact. Then she asked if I would like a ‘proper’ massage, with oils. I wondered if ‘proper’ meant ‘Thai’ or something similar but guessed it wouldn’t and I was right. It was a traditional back massage, and she was very good at it.
As she sat on me, rubbing oil into my shoulders, she said “So, you’re probably thinking that today didn’t turn out quite the way you expected, right?”
I laughed. “You could say that. It’s not exactly a typical Friday for me. Not that I’m complaining, of course.”
“Of course.” I could hear the warm smile in her voice. “It’s just that I gave up of waiting for men to make the first move ages ago. I mean, what’s the point if half of them chicken out, and the other half are boring, self-centred egotists? If I see a bloke I fancy, why can’t I make the first move and just fuck him? That’s what you men do, isn’t?”
“I don’t know, I don’t think I’ve ever fancied a bloke.”
She laughed and slapped my shoulder playfully. “You know what I mean.”
“Well your chat-up routine is a little unusual.”
She laughed again. “Well, please don’t think I chat up all my clients. In fact, you’re the first, and probably the last. Most of them are horrid little scum bags.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “It’s also unethical. I could get the sack.”
“So, why me?”
“I could tell you’re different. A first conviction at your age means you’re either an exceptionally clever criminal, in which case you would finally have been caught for something far more sophisticated; or you were incredibly lucky not to have been caught before, which is against the odds; or you just did something totally out of character. I’m guessing it was the last one.”
So I told her my story, and she believed me. Not that it changed anything, but at least she accepted that I’m a decent, honest person who just made an error of judgement, and for some reason that mattered to me.