Danika may have been able to sleep, but I couldn’t. Having the sexiest (not just her body but her personality and mind) women in my experience a few meters away from me was not restful. Fortunately, since the next morning would be a Saturday I didn’t have to work and she and I could iron some things out.
Danika didn’t get up until almost noon on Saturday. Without makeup and her hair frizzy she looked — awesome! Despite how I viewed her she apologized for her appearance. We talked about practical things — such as when she could get some clothes from her condo, when she would be filing for divorce (the previous night she said that she’d “Had it!”), and how she should stay at my house instead of moving to her sister’s house 100 miles away so that she could keep her job and manage the divorce.
Although she wasn’t keen on it I talked her into me going with her to get some clothes and her valuables from her condo. “Jerry will try and kill you,” she sighed.
“Trying isn’t succeeding,” I replied, “and you can’t live the rest of your life in fear of him.”
“Easy for you to say, Mr. Fearless,” she chuckled.
I finally did talk her into it.
When we got to her condo Jerry was there but surprisingly docile. It may have been due to the fact that I told him that he had only one chance to save his marriage — let Danika separate from him for a few months. He somberly nodded his head as Danika collected all of the things valuable to her.
Unfortunately, Jerry started drinking beer while sitting at the kitchen table. In view of what Danika had told me about him I kept a close watch. After an hour Danika had collected all that she wanted and put it either in her car or mine, and we were getting ready to leave. About the same time short-hitter Jerry started feeling the effects of the beer and got belligerent.
I stepped between Danika and him. “You got lucky last time you little fucker,” he snarled raising his fist.
“You’re still on probation Jerry; you need to cool it because last time you got off with only community service and probation — this time you’re going to jail; cool it,” I told him as non-confrontationally as possible.
Either I was more confrontational than I thought, or he simply didn’t care, because Jerry swung at me. I partially blocked his punch, but it still did connect, and hurt. However before his second punch I was on the move. His second punch hit only air, giving me the chance to grab a kitchen chair and bring it down on his head as hard as I could. It didn’t break like they show in Westerns; it did knock him delirious, however. Danika called 911 and Officer Davidson and her partner were there within ten minutes. After they got our stories they carted him off to jail.
Danika had a very serene look as we pulled both cars into my driveway. We unloaded her most valuable things first and put them in the second bedroom. When we brought the first load of clothes in I remarked that there wasn’t enough room in the second bedroom for all of her stuff and her. When my back was turned to her with a devilish lilt in her voice she said “Not a problem because I’m sleeping with you!”
Thinking that she was joking I replied “Presumptuous little minx, aren’t you.”
“No, just realistic,” she replied.
I turned around to look at her. Her top was off. The most gorgeous pair of natural boobs I had ever seen not just live but in any media stared at me. They were perfect in every way, primarily east-west with protruding nipples in the middle of the breast gland vertically and slightly lateral to the midpoint horizontally; I’m far from an expert on cup size but I’d be shocked if they didn’t fill out an E cup bra. I was stunned and I’m sure that my mouth was open so wide that a dozen flies flew in and out without me noticing. As I stood frozen in place she strolled up to me and gave me a kiss that topped even the one she had given me six months earlier. When she broke it she whispered “Take me to your bed and do whatever you want to me.”
I didn’t have to be told twice.
It took about twenty seconds to carry her into my room, another twenty seconds to completely strip us both, and three seconds to gently lay her on her back. Then I got to work.
I sucked on one tit, massaged the other tit with one hand, and fingered her sparse pubic hair pussy with the other hand, and went to town. Shortly I was exhibiting sensory overload and I still hadn’t even touched her with my cock or balls.
Danika came with such ferocity that I wondered if she was having a health emergency. Only her screams of “Oh yes, Fuck yes,” made me continue instead of checking to see if she was OK. I do believe that she had three orgasms in quick succession, the third the most intense. When she was almost over her third orgasm and a hefty aftershock I moved between her muscular thighs and buried myself deep in her pussy in one stroke. She groaned, wrapped her thighs around me, and I started pistoning in and out.
Danika’s Grand Tetons were impossible to ignore as I pasted her. I latched onto both of them as we fucked, and occasionally licked or sucked a nipple; each time that I did that she squealed in pleasure. When I came with fire-hose savagery with my hands over her nipples she placed her hands over mine and screamed as I grunted.
I do believe that for the first time in my life that I lost awareness during sex. It was probably for only a few seconds, but there is a period of time that I cannot account for. All I remember is the pure ecstasy that I felt.
Eventually we parted, snuggled under the covers, and exchanged a number of quick but heart felt kisses. At that point in time life was superior to what I thought possible. “Danika, I feel better than I ever have; you’re a goddess,” I whispered between kisses.
“I so wanted to be good for you, Greg,” she demurely replied. “I felt a connection with you that I haven’t experienced before. However, once I recover I know that I can make you feel even better,” she grinned.
We were both emotionally wiped out and slept peacefully for about an hour. Then Danika woke me up by pressing her mammaries into my chest while planting kisses on my chin and cheeks. When I opened my eyes I first thought that I was in heaven, but then quickly remembered what had just transpired and that I was only in heaven on earth and not ethereal heaven.
“I need to get something from my toiletries basket and then it’s time for your treat,” she grinned.
I didn’t protest as she slid over me, rubbing her hand over my testicles in the process, and disappeared into the second bedroom where we had stashed all of her stuff. She returned a minute later with a tube of some sort of lubricating gel. With a big grin she applied the gel liberally between her boobs, which consumed a significant volume of the tube of gel since the area of her tits was so large. Then she sucked my cock until it was standing tall, laid on her back, handed me the tube, and as she pinched her own nipples moaned “Apply some to your one-eyed friend and then straddle me.”
I did as told, and gradually lowered my cock between her boobs. The valley between her boobs was so tight that she barely had to apply any pressure with her hands to push them together. I had never had a titty fuck before two months ago during my pleasant one night stand with that 38 year old businesswoman, but it came naturally. Even though my first titty fuck was great, the titty fuck with Danika was an order of magnitude better. In fact it was even better than the pussy fuck we had just had, which had been by far the best experience of my life up until that point.