Reunion - Mexico City Ch. 03

I knew that I was more than ready. The fatigue and sexual malaise I had experienced the previous evening was replaced by a surging vitality that I hadn't experienced in a long time. So when I felt Maribeth first grasp and then pull my cock into position I was primed.

Seated at the entrance of her vagina, her moans had devolved into a long, "pleeeeeeese." With her legs now wrapped around me, my own passion kicked into gear and I pushed violently inside Maribeth's pussy. This was so different from our usual coupling ritual, that I wondered for an instant if I was too rough. But as her internal warmth enveloped me, I lost all caring.

When I looked down, I saw that Maribeth was pinching her own nipples and twisting her head from side to side so violently that I cast all remaining concerns aside and began strongly stroking into her. Maribeth responded in kind, and we quickly developed a rythmn. When I'd push so would she, then she'd slightly relax awaiting my next thrust, then she'd pull with her legs and push with her cunt.

I thought that, with the violence of our lovemaking, that Maribeth's clit was getting a workout between our colliding pelvic bones, and when Maribeth's moans turned into as series of sharp staccto gasps every time I pounded into her, it wasn't long before she came.

In orgasm, Maribeth is a vision to behold. Her long hair, which had been been whipped from side to side, partially covered her scrunched up face. Her hips lifted off the bed and her legs trembled as spasms raced through her body.

This sight was enough to trigger my own release. I was superconscious of the throbbing sensation in my penis as it struggled to inject as much of my fluid into Maribeth clutching vagina as possible. Fire radiated from the tip and my legs began to tremble in unison with hers.

After every coupling, there's a decision to be made. Often we ignore the wet sheets and just cuddle in post orgasmic bliss. We may whisper all the things that lovers say in these times, but mostly, we just fall asleep. The other choice is usually a soapy shower where we gently assuage the boy/girl body parts that have so recently been in combat. This evening it's the latter.

Maribeth seemed indifferent to getting her hair wet, and I had found that one of my favorite activities was to help her lather her long tresses. When wet, her hair is seriously heavy, and I love filling my hands with Maribeth's silky loveliness. It's probably good that the hotel had big boilers, because we used a lot of hot water.

With her hair wrapped in a towel, we stripped the sheet and remade the bed. I kicked myself for not remembering to use a towel, but given the suddenness with which our passion arose, I rationalized that it wouldn't have made much difference.

We ended the evening actually watching the evening news on TV. Maribeth translated when necessary, but other than the language it seemed that actual news content was no different than any other broadcast I'd ever seen.

Later, with blinds closed and lights doused, I snuggled up against Maribeth's bare back. Sexually, I was done, but it still felt good to wedge my now soft cock against Maribeth's butt cheeks. Just before we both drifted off I felt her reach behind and give me a gentle squeeze.

It had been another good day. But the pillow was wet.