My jeans hit the floor as her fingers slipped inside my underwear and pushed them down, with her hands wrapped tightly around my cock she unlocked our lips and looked into my eyes. There was a strong sense of passion as we stared into one another’s eyes, I used her breasts as handles to pull her close to me again. With our tongues gently dancing between mouths she let go of my cock with one hand and snaked her fingers behind my neck holding our lips together tightly. As we came up for air she gently stroked the side of my face.
“John, take me to bed and hammer me, prove to me that I’m the best lay you’ve ever had, and then do it again in the morning.”
I laughed, “Let me take my pants and underwear off, I know what you want my darling little slut.”
As I stood upright I pulled down the tube top she was wearing exposing her bare chest, stooping I hooked my arms under her butt and lifted, with her legs wrapped around my waist she yanked the skirt upward and lowered herself onto my dick. It was as if my cock and her pussy knew where the other was because I was in her immediately. I would soon be balls deep in the girl I cherished, she groaned softly as our bodies collided, our pubic hair touching, her eager hips grinding side to side as she settled. We ground against each other in that position a minute or two when she whispered. “In the bedroom.” With my cock buried inside I walked to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed. She squealed and opened her arms bidding me to join her at the same time spreading her legs.
“Fuck me a minute or two on my back, you feel extra big tonight. Warm me up so I can take from behind, you go so deep, even deeper when you do it flat foot. Can I have it that way tonight? Ooooo, god that feels wonderful, my pussy is already tingling, this is gonna be so good.”
I was going slowly, deep, sensuous, her arms wrapped around my neck kissing me as I stroked. Pushing up so my arms were fully extended she craned her neck looking down with a smile on her face.
“I love watching you go in and out of me, it’s so damned hot. There have been other cocks in me, but none have fit so well and pushed every button like you do. I know I said just a little on my back but I’m getting ready to cum, go a little faster Johnny but try not to cum like this.”
I picked up speed and thought of anything but how wonderful her pussy felt wrapped around my cock. Thinking of the old couple next door and their baggy worn out underwear flapping on the clothesline solved that problem. As she shuddered through the first climax I held still, my cock was pulsing, thankfully my balls weren’t ready to shoot my final offering into Sara. I pulled back rotating her without completely letting my cock fall out, once on her belly I lifted her hips and pushed forward hard, she moaned and uttered, “yesss, give it me John, make me your whore.”
I was going at a steady pace when she raised up and threw her head back, I knew what she wanted and grabbed a handful of hair, not pulling or yanking it, just a handful of hair scrunched in my fist. Tugging gently her head went backward as she looked sideways and whispered, “mount me” code for flat foot. In that position she was completely impaled on my cock, my fingertips were on the small of her back for balance. After the first half dozen rapid fire strokes I felt her back arch and her knees widen slightly.
Her pussy was as wide open as she could make it, I slammed forward with enough force to knock her to her chest. She was clutching the sheets and yelling my name as she entered a different stratosphere, her body was shaking, I could feel her abdomen muscles tighten. That was enough to send me into orbit as I slammed against her ass one last time and remained stationary as my balls emptied inside her warm soothing cunt. My legs were on fire, I knew I couldn’t stay in that position any longer, as she slumped forward I went with her, my cock still inside as I lay on her back.
As I began to soften she said softly, “off”, rolling to my side she instantly moved into my embrace. Nothing was being said, we lay there searching for breath to fill our lungs, her fingers were gently moving through the hair on my chest. Kissing the side of my neck she whispered.
“Damn we’re good together. How the hell did we get so lucky?”
I didn’t answer, I closed my eyes and drifted off. When I woke twenty minutes later she was still asleep on my chest. Looking down at Sara gently sleeping in my arms I wondered the same thing, how the hell did we get so lucky? At moments like this I wondered why we bothered even thinking about being with other people? I knew I was satisfied with her, I wondered if she was as satisfied with me. When I felt her stir I got up and came back with a warm washcloth, she liked it when I would clean the residue of our love making from her legs and vulva. When I slid a finger over her ultra-sensitive clit she slapped my hand.
“No Johnny, it’s too much. Damn, I came hard. Did you cum good, it sure sounded good. I haven’t heard you bellow like that for a couple of weeks.”
I rummaged through her dresser looking for a pair of soft cotton panties for her to sleep in. She loved it when I slid them on after we’d made love, it had become “our” thing so to speak. I loved doing for her and she never failed to show me how much she appreciated my efforts. We slept in until just before nine, had a leisurely breakfast and made our way to the bar by ten thirty, opening at eleven it gave us plenty of time to get ready for the day. I typically tended to the kitchen area while she made sure the bar was well stocked and did the receipts from the night before.
The previous owner used to open at eight, we soon determined the only ones coming at that hour were the third shifters and alkies. We didn’t need to have the sale of the dozen beers we sold to that crowd, besides, they were always angry about something, an attitude that seemed to permeate the place even after they’d left. One of the first things we did after taking over was to begin opening at eleven for the lunch crowd and early drinkers. There were always a half dozen old geezers who showed up by eleven fifteen to have their fifty cent tap and bullshit while they spit into a cup. None of them would stay for lunch, the Brewhaus just happened to be their late morning hangout, somewhere to shoot the shit and chew.
Friday was one of our biggest days when it came to food sales, the bar was far enough away from most of the seating that lots of families came in for the Friday fish fry. My first objective was to get the fryers up to temp and start making the beer batter, several places in the area advertised having beer batter but we were the only ones who actually made our own, the others used a powdered mix. The lunch crowd had come and gone, a new set of old cronies were at the back table playing Gin Rummy and getting loud. There were so few people in during those hours we never said anything, they kept buying taps and their wives knew where to reach them.