On A Sunny Day - Epilogue

Even if you may read it as a standalone story, this is the epilogue of "On a sunny day", published here on literotica: http://www.literotica.com/s/on-a-sunny-day-1

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The mirror of her bathroom reflected the image of a young, beautiful, sexy woman.

Martina looked at herself with satisfaction: light blue and silver makeup, rimmel to stretch her eyelashes up, pink lipstick and a feminine, intoxicating perfume. Her eyes scrolled down, to her naked neck and her slender figure. A white lace bra wrapped around her breast, her nipples clearly visible and already hard with anticipation, her flat naked stomach she was hoping he'd like so much to wish to kiss and caress it forever, her hips adorned by white garters and her sex, a lace white thong covering the front and just a thin line between her ass cheeks on the back. To complete her sexiness, she wore a pair of white stockings and heels. She felt stunning, and that was indeed what she wanted to do: stun him.

She'd gone to the mall the day before with a new friend, a girl she'd met at work - her new job was in the city and finally seemed more appealing to her, giving her more free time to live - and which whom she'd gotten along with really easily. Only two weeks, and they were already like old friends knowing each other since childhood. At the mall, they'd bought something to make that day a really special one. And she really hoped she'd not disappoint him. Martina thought she liked her new self: she liked to feel happy.

She watched the mirror again. There was no need to be so nervous: it was not even her first time.

"But it is our first." She thought.

Her legs trembled a little. She remembered about the last three weeks, since he'd came back, to love her. Again those butterflies in her stomach and those shivers down her spines, she was in awe but they still hadn't gotten any chances to spend some quality time together. She was working in the city now and he was working for a friend while waiting to find a stable employment. As such, they hadn't found time to spend together but just kept on calling each other all day along, even only to hear the other one's voice. That was sweet, but she missed their special bus time and she was sure he did too.

The chance had come two days before, with an afternoon call from her parents. They'd be gone out for dinner, and Martina knew her sister would have been out with her boyfriend too. So, she called Tomas, and asked him to pay her a visit home. She sensed he was insecure about it since they had been actually dating for only a few days, but her "Don't worry, we'll be alone!" had cleared all his doubts, and hers too.

She bit her lower lip in a sexy glare and incited herself:

"Now go, and get him."

The blonde sexy girl turned around and opened the door leading to her room.

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There, lying on her bed, was Tomas. He'd waited for more than half an hour but he'd to say he had been more than repaid for it. His girlfriend was the most beautiful living creature he'd ever seen.

A blonde short haired angel, with a smile that could have cracked the hardest heart and a body he'd only dreamed of, in his best wet dreams. She was walking towards him slowly, her arms crossed on her chest, her hands on her shoulders.

She slid them down a little, caressing her body - a step - down, crossing again siding on her breast - another step - then on her thin hips - a last step to get to her bed.

She lifted a leg on the bed, caressed it from her foot upward, sliding her long slick fingers on the nylon of her stockings, upper and upper until a hand met her sex, cladded in that transparent white lace, while the other kept sliding upwards.

He was amazed. His girlfriend was dancing in front of him and the only music he could hear was the sound of their heartbeats. She watched her fingers rubbing slightly between her legs, a hand sliding inside her bra and teasing her nipples as her face twisted in a mask of pleasure.

She reached her own back with a hand and unleashed her bra; crossed her hands on her shoulders again, then slid them down this time grabbing her straps. Her bra fell on the floor. She kept her hands covering her nipples and fondled her breast for a while before uncovering it for his eyes.

Tomas was on the bed, only his boxers covering his massive, now clearly visible erection.

Martina moaned, more due to mental pleasure than physical one, and slid her hands down. She stood up again, turned around to show him her perfect ass placed her thumbs on her hips and pulled down, taking her thong straps on the way. It slid down, to her knees. She bent down, her long legs still straight, and lifted a leg to slide the thong out. She was embarrassed, but she was doing her best for him, and his excitement clearly visible had given her courage.

He was now staring at her beautiful ass and pussy, perfectly enclosed by her round cheeks, her slick silky legs, stockings and garters. He grabbed his cock from the outside of his boxers, caressed it, but she stood up and turned towards him again.

"No, no ,no... Tomas."

She reached out with her right arm, showing him her index finger moving left and right.

"You're not allowed to do that, even if it feels good... I want you to be all mine today."

She got closer to him, spread her legs, and kneeled on the bed over his closed legs. Her pussy lips were now clearly visible to him, and they were shining with wetness.

She quickly pulled them down his boxers. His big cock was there again, standing for her in all its majesty. Martina was still amazed by his scent and taste from that time on the bus, but she resisted the urge to go down and suck it. She wanted to play more, today.

She shifted her body up and sat on his stomach, then began moving her hips back and forth. Her pussy was rubbing his stomach and she could perfectly feel the tip of his cock grazing her ass cheeks.

She slid forth, the inner side of her legs touching the side of his thorax, her sex completely touching his chest, a wet trail of her juicy honey showing the way she just took, wetting his stomach and up. She moaned when, dancing her hips over him, his nipple grazed her lips and her head spun when she lowered her chest to give him her nipple to suck.

His mouth was amazing. She could clearly feel his lips sucking on her, trying to get the most of her tit inside his mouth, and his tongue skittering on her hard nipple with experience. She was losing her composure: her legs already trembling and her pussy pouring juices all over him. It took the best of her self-control to get the courage to separate from that pleasure, but she knew more was coming. She grabbed the bed head with her hands, and pulled her hips higher again, this time just over his face.

She felt his hands grabbing her ass from behind, fondling it with passion, then pulling her body to him. His tongue was quickly on her, licking her clit, sucking her lips, sliding in and out of her wetness as she pushed her hips harder against him. Again, she could had probably cum in a short time, since she could feel her orgasm growing inside her and waiting to burst, but she caressed his hair, pushed her clit one last time against his lips to carve the feeling on her body and mind, then slid down again on his stomach. She kissed him. Her own taste and smell on his lips, on his unkempt beard and tongue, was driving her nuts: she'd always found her own taste so wonderful and sexy, and feeling it on the man she loves was just... natural.

Martina felt the wet tip of his shaft nudging her butt again. She pushed her hips down to tease Tomas's cock, as it slid between her cheeks, his tip rubbing her spread lips until it touched her clit. She pushed her hips over it and began moving back and forth on his hardness, jacking him off with her pussy, wetting him and preparing him for her.

His eyes were speaking to her. He was enjoying it, so much, and Martina liked feeling his hips pushing upward to rub between her lips stronger.

She placed her finger on his lips, in a tender sign to calm down. He opened his mouth and took her finger in, began licking and sucking it, while fondling her breast and butt with his gentle hands.

His touch was so awesome, she slid upward until she felt his tip nudging her wet spread lips, arched her back a little and pushed her hips on his glans until it slid inside her completely. There she stopped. Closed her eyes, enjoyed her head spinning as her inner walls adapted to the unusual presence. It was big, she knew it, and now that she was feeling it inside her she knew she'd had to take it slowly, to savour it at its best.

Martina pushed a little more and felt her insides stretching wider. She knew she was dripping on him, but still it wasn't enough; she needed to relax more. She lifted her body and his cock slipped out again. She took a big breath, relaxed her muscles and pushed her body all the way back on him. His juicy cock slid inside her, teasing her walls as it rubbed his way to her cervix. It was like seeing it: her body was creating an image in her mind of his hardness sliding into her, spreading her wide, until it touched her womb. It was like being inside herself, watching.

She stopped, when his hardness was completely inside. Breathless, sitting on his hips, she was enjoying something new inside her, for the first time. And it felt actually better than her first time ever. She was a little experienced, but still his sex was so big that he was being stretched as she'd never been.

Martina began moving, slowly, little by little. She felt his swollen tip massaging her cervix, his shaft rubbing her internal walls as she raised her pace.

Martina lowered on him, their mouth just an inch away, and said:

"I love you, Tomas."

Then she kissed him with passion, their tongues playing together, biting, licking and sucking. Her hips were moving faster now. She was moving up until his tip was almost completely out, just teasing her wet lips, then pushing her body again on it until it filled her to her end. She was enjoying it so much that it was all so slippery now, as her pussy produced more and more juices. His cock was sliding so well she could only feel pleasure, and no pain at all.

She was feeling her orgasm approaching and could clearly see he was desperately trying to restrain himself from cumming. His expression, on the verge of his orgasm, gave her the last push she needed.

"I'm almost there Tomas, I'm cumming... "

She wheezed somewhat, but she was soon completely taken by her orgasm; trembling as she pushed herself with force on his cock, she wanted to feel it deeper, to squeeze it more with her inner muscles, to tease him more until...

And when her orgasm exploded, she barely felt his swollen tip touching her cervix, shooting a first spurt of cum inside her womb, but as his warm cum filled her pussy she got aware of his orgasm too. So exciting... it was all for her, all because of her... she was feeling like the most sexy woman on earth when her orgasm slowly faded away.

She laid on his body, resting her head on the side of her pillow. She was feeling exhausted but she had liked it so much. She liked Tomas; she knew she would have never loved anyone so much.

And as their bodies laid there together, with their eyes closed and their skins and hearts so close they'd never been before, she finally got her answer:

"I love you, too."