The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

Standing there, still snuggled close together I turned my head up and planted a soft sexy kiss on Andy's lips, while my hands wandered over the button at the top of his jeans. "Just whom else did you have in mind, when you asked 'with you'?" I teased him, as I tugged at the top of his jeans.

"Well, there IS this man I know, who's a really snappy dresser, and looks good in any cowboy outfit he wares," Andy chuckled at me. "I've heard tell he hails from Texas."

"Oh he's a Texas Ranger, then? That's understandable, I suppose. After all law enforcement officers do have to learn to work closely together," I cackled.

"He's not a Texas Ranger, but he's definitely my 'lone star'," Andy retorted as he planted a kiss on my lips. His hands reached down and tugged at the tops of my jeans. (Great minds DO think alike, it would seem.)

I undid the top button of Andy's jeans and unzipped his fly. My hands took a firm steady grip on the sides of Andy's jeans and tugged down firmly. It took one or two tugs to get those close fitting jeans over Andy's bubble butt and over his hips. Of course Andy's wiggling with pleasure wasn't helping matters any. (I think that was the idea. He was trying to draw out the process, so he could enjoy it more.) I tugged gently but firmly and managed to make slow process towards my goal. I had to bend my knees a bit in order to get Andy's jeans down low enough to be sure that gravity could take over, but once that was assured I let go of Andy's jeans. As expected they dropped down to collect in a small pile of denim at his feet. I let my eyes wander up the length of Andy's legs heading for you know where. Andy's white RMCP T-shirt was hanging down a couple of inches below his waist. Since I am not equipped with X-ray vision, that darn T-shirt of his was blocking my view of the front of Andy's white cotton briefs. I wasn't pleased by this discovery, but I wasn't annoyed either. I knew I'd be seeing Andy in all his glory soon enough.

Suddenly Andy rushed towards me and grabbed me in one of his familiar and delightful grizzly bear hugs. Before I had time to enjoy the sensation though, Andy had managed to pick me up and was carrying me in a fireman's carry. This wasn't a difficult task for Andy because he was very strong (well, relative to me anyway), and he knew how to shift his center of gravity when he moved. This wasn't the first time that Andy had suddenly decided to tote me around the room like some extra piece of luggage. The trip was very short. Andy marched over to the bed and tossed me down onto it. As I lay there recovering from the surprise of Andy's actions, he darted forward and unbuttoned my jeans, and unzipped my fly. I struggled up from the surface of the bed, and finally arrived with my body half raised from the bed, my weight supported on by my arms which were placed in nearly vertical lines under my shoulders. I raised my head up to look at Andy and ask he was the heck he was up to. I gazed up to see Andy smiling at me with what could only be called a devilish smile.

Andy darted towards the bed a second time, and clamped his hands on the legs of my jeans, on hand on each leg. He yanked down hard, hard enough to pull me back down onto the surface of the bed. He continued to yank and pull on my jeans, from side to side and he struggled to get those jeans off of me. (Now I know how taffy feels in a taffy pulling contest.) He was successful in his endeavors, and he did it without ripping my jeans to shreds. He didn't stop there though. Once he had my jeans off he got to work on my cowboy shirt. He was much more gentle this time, though. He crawled on to the bed next to me and then straddled me across my pelvis. (I was still lying flat on my back at the time.) He started to unbutton my cowboy shirt. With each button that his talented fingers undid, he kissed me full on the lips. It was one effective way of silencing any protests I might have had. In truth, I didn't object in the slightest. (Have you ever had someone kiss you while he undresses you? If not I strongly recommend you try it.) Andy didn't rush the removal of my shirt as he had my jeans. He took his own sweet time undoing each button, and kissing me passionately afterwards. I was sincerely sorry to see the last button undone.

Andy pulled the cowboy shirt away from my torso and gently nudged it aside to reveal my naked chest and stomach. Andy lowered his face and nuzzled my chest and stomach for a few minutes, interspersing some sweet kisses along the way. (Is he a great lover or what?) I closed my eyes in sweet surrender, as I sighed with delight. I moaned softly a few times and probably cried out something stupid like, "Oh God yes, Andy!" I don't clearly remember what I might have said at that time. I was too busy enjoying Andy's exquisite caresses to care much about anything else. I do remember Andy lifting up my torso so that he could slip that shirt off my limp and unprotesting form. The feeling of his talented fingers across my skin was beyond pleasurable, it bordered on euphoric, and he wasn't even addressing my erogenous zones. (Somehow I think Andy had turned my entire body into one big erogenous zone.) Somewhere during the next few minutes Andy removed my briefs and my socks, but the memory is a bit foggy. I know he had to have done that because I was in no condition to do so myself. As well, Andy's fingers were moving over the my buck naked ass, as well as the bottoms of my feet. Believe it or not he kissed the soles of my feet several times, during his exploration of every inch of my skin. Andy gave me a thorough and complete massage as I lay there on my back. My arms, legs, stomach, chest, feet, hands, face and yes even my cock came under the ministrations of those ten talented fingers of his. He was easygoing in his kneading of my muscles. He took his time, and he was rewarded with a strong 'salute' from my cock.

Andy rolled me over onto my stomach. I didn't ask him to. He did it of his own volition. I can only conclude that he felt he'd paid enough attention to my front and wanted to get to work on my back. He was careful to insure that my cock was pressing down flat against my groin area when he rolled me over. I felt my cock press into something soft warm and furry. For a second or two I was confused by the sensation until I realized that Andy had had the foresight to place a thick towel from the bathroom underneath me, when he rolled me over. Smart lad.

Andy started with my shoulders. He placed his hands on each of my shoulders and pressed down carefully. I could feel the muscles in my shoulders turn into pudding as he eased out the tension and stiffness from my body. Except for my cock, of course. It remained hard and firm and if anything it got harder. I let out a few more loud moans of appreciation for Andy's efforts. Andy moved up to my neck and when he had that nice and relaxed, he moved slowly down the entire length of my back. He stopped just short of my buttocks though, and turned his attention to my left arm. There wasn't much for him to do to my left arm since it was pretty limp to begin with, as was my right arm. Still, he did give my left arm and then my right arm a good going over. He even kissed my elbows and the tips of all my fingertips.

Satisfied that he had done his duty as far as my arms were concerned, Andy turned his attention to the soles of my feet. With me lying on my stomach, Andy found it much easier to grab my feet and lower legs to massage the muscles in them, and to give the skin all the attention that he cared to give it. I shuddered with joy when Andy kissed the back of my knees. I shuddering even more strongly when he licked the back of my knees with his tongue and kissed that area a second time. I'd heard that the back of the knees is supposed to be one of the most intense erogenous zones on the human body. Believe me when I tell you that it most certainly is! (Well, for me at least. I can't speak for you.) Andy shifted about on the bed as he turned his attention to the back of my thighs. His hands moved up so slowly that it was almost torture. He made my thighs sing with pleasure. I cooed, moaned and sighed to the music that his fingers were playing on my thighs. When he slipped his hands in between my legs and stroked the inside of my thighs I saw stars, as Andy thrust me up onto an even higher plateau of sexual pleasure. I didn't cum but I came damn close.

My moans and groans of animal pleasure were clearly pleasing Andy. He slapped his hands onto my butt cheeks and let his fingers saunter over to my butt crack. I started to roll back and forth gently with each 'step' that his fingers took. "Christ Almighty!" I screamed out as I felt Andy's fingers slide down into my butt crack and slowly spread it apart. Andy held my buttocks apart and I swear I could feel a soft warm breeze from his mouth as he breathed over my virgin butt hole. (I kid you not. My butt hole was virgin tight. I had never found the right guy to 'break me in'. However, that was about to change.) "GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY, THAT FEELS FANTASTIC!!" I screamed out into the air. I panted as I tried to catch my breath.

"Just my finger. Just one finger tonight, okay, Texas?" Andy breathed into my right ear.

I couldn't believe it! Here I was on the edge of what felt like the biggest orgasm of my life and Andy was asking me questions!

"WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT!!!" I screamed back at him.

I panted and moaned in anticipation of feeling something, anything, being slid up my ass. To say that I was not exactly in my right mind would be extremely accurate. I was so far above cloud nine that I just didn't give a shit anymore! Something cool and slippery brushed against the edge of my anus, and I wiggled with joy. I panted and whimpered, "Do it, please, Andy." In answer, I felt a coolness followed by something warm and firm push slowly, excruciatingly slowly, up and into my butt hole. I now knew what unbridled passion and sexual heat to the nth degree felt like. A double jolt of euphoric sexual abandonment crashed into my brain as I shot my load deep into and all over the towel my red hot cock was pressing against. I was so lost in the moment, so overcome with the intense indescribable joy, that I could not have told you my name if you'd asked me. All I was aware of was the feeling of something warm, slippery and hard wiggling ever so gently in my butt. Well, that and the feeling of something warm and sticky all over the front of my pelvis. The warm waves of pleasure continued to flow from my anus into my mind in a steady rhythmic manner, as Andy continued to wiggle and tickle my butt hole with that warm and hard finger of his. It felt like I was lying on a beach at some sunny Caribbean resort letting the warm waters of the incoming tide gently move up and over my body, covering every square in of my skin in a peaceful warmth and joy, that I had never known before.

Slowly the waves of gentle warm heat flowing over my body, faded away as the tide went back out again. Nothing good lasts forever. Slowly my mind drifted back down to planet earth and I became aware of where I was. I cranked my eyes open. I looked off to my left to see that I was slightly off center of the double bed that I was lying in. Andy was no where to be seen, at least from this angle. I blinked a few times to focus my eyes. As I pushed myself up from the bed I realized that Andy's finger was no longer inserted in my butt. Carefully I rolled over onto my left side assured that I would not bump or jar Andy.

I focused my eyes on the task at hand, which was rolling over in place without making the mess I was lying in bigger. I didn't want to stain the bedcovers, since this was not my bed after all. I accomplished my mission and raised my head to look about the room for Andy. I saw him lying on his right side a foot or so away from me in the bed. He was still wearing his shirt, socks and underwear. His right arm extended up along the bed, and then bent at the elbow so that his head was propped up by his right hand. He was looking over at me with a sweet smile on his face, and joyous laughter in his shining eyes. He looked happy, for lack of a better word.

"Was it good for you, Texas?" He asked me in that rich warm honey smooth tenor voice of his. There seemed to be something more in his tone though. His tone and words seem to wrap about me like a warm soft blanket. I felt safe and secure in a way that I had not ever known before.

"It was, fantastic and incredible," I answered him. "And those words don't do it justice. It was like nothing I've ever known before."

"You make it sound as if this was your first time," Andy said with a chuckle.

"It was, Andy. It was," I deadpanned.

"What?" Andy whispered as his jaw dropped open in surprise.

"As far as someone else using my butt hole, yes I was a virgin until tonight, Andy," I said quietly.

"Butbut you know so much about so many other things, that I just thought." Andy said as the disjointed thoughts started to tumble out of his mouth.

"Andy, dear heart, I have been saving myself all these years for the right man, and that man was you," I said to him as I reach out with my right hand and brushed the left side of his face. "While it is true that I have once or twice used another man's butt hole for my pleasure, it was always with a condom. It was, I am ashamed to say, never love though."

"Oh" Andy said as he let my words flow over him and into his mind. He was still adjusting to what I had told him.

"Why did you want to only finger fuck me, Andy?" I asked him as my natural curiosity got the better of me.

"Is that what it's called?" He asked me.

"Yes, I believe so," I answered him.

"Well Iuhm.I guess I was still uncomfortable with the idea of sticking my cock in your ass," Andy haltingly admitted to me.

"That's okay, lover," I said as I stroked his face again and smiled at him warmly. "We'll take it as slow or as fast as you like. We'll only do what we are both comfortable with. I'm in no rush. I know that you love me, and if I had any doubts, tonight's little adventure has certainly erased them."

"Then, you won't be disappointed or upset if I told you that I don't want you to 'do' me tonight?" Andy asked with just a tint of concern in his voice.

"Upset no. Disappointed, well maybe just a bit," I answered him. "What I am feeling most though is guilty."

"Guilty? About what?" Andy asked me both relieved and puzzled at my response.

"Well, here you've taken me to the top of the mountain of sexual and physical pleasure, and I won't have a chance to reciprocate. I feel like you did all the work and I had all the fun," I answered him. "I guess I feel kind of bad about that. Somehow it doesn't seem fair."

Andy leaned over and kissed me full on the lips as his left hand stroked my sweat streaked hair. I let out a long slow sigh of pleasure as Andy let his lips linger on mine for a few moments longer. "No need for you to feel guilty, about anything," Andy reassured me. "I enjoyed you tonight. I saw you let go of yourself tonight in a way that I've never seen before. You were completely open and responsive to me tonight. You let me decide what to do, and it was exhilarating for me to feel in control for a change. Who knows? Maybe tomorrow night we'll see if we can reverse roles." Andy grinned at me and playfully tapped me on the nose.

I smiled back at him and blew him a kiss.

"How about we clean up and head off to bed now?" Andy asked me.

"I sup" I said as I started to answer, but my words were cut off by a huge yawn. It surprised the heck out of me.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," Andy said, and then let out a huge yawn of his own.

Carefully I climbed up off of the bed. I looked down at my watch and my eyes bulged a bit as I read the time. 11:43 PM. I had no idea that many hours had passed. We had headed off to this bedroom at about 8 PM so. No wonder we were both so dogged tired. Maybe fucking tired would have been more accurate. Fortunately we had only the one towel to clean up, and me to wash down, so it didn't take us long to get ready for bed. By the time I returned from the bathroom, Andy had already stripped down and was waiting for me in between the sheets of the bed. (Darn it! I'd missed that.) I smiled at him, climbed into the bed and turned out the bedside lamp. In the darkness of the room we wrapped our arms about each other and drifted off into some well earned sleep. But not before one final good night kiss.



Chapter 8. Uninvited.

We slept in late on Sunday morning. There wasn't any reason to get up early. Lord knows we needed the rest, especially after last night's adventures.

I popped awake to the sound of Andy snoring softly, snuggled up against me. (If there is any better way to wake up in the morning, I sure as heck don't know what it is.) This morning he wasn't the only person who needed a shower. I was rather rank, to put it mildly. After the energy I'd expended last night, I had half expected the smoke alarm to go off. (So I'm exaggerating just a tad here. Can you blame me? It was a night that I will long remember.) I didn't feel like getting up, but I was hungry all the same. I needed something in me this morning. (I was talking about food, not Andy. Get your mind out of the gutter! Such naughty thoughts! You really ARE a slut puppy, aren't you?) Since there wasn't any room service available, that meant I would have to get my lazy bag of bones out of the bed and fix something. I didn't have the heart to nudge Andy awake. He had given me such a fantastic time last night that fixing breakfast for him would be the least I could do to thank him and show my appreciation. So having make my mind up, I carefully crept out of the bed and headed off to the shower. I might be hungry but I needed to clean up first.

I took a nice long hot shower and scrubbed all that morning stink from my hide. I climbed out and dried myself off, feeling better able to face the day. I opened the bathroom door and wiped off the steam fogged mirror. I needed a few clear square inches of bathroom mirror in order to shave. Shaving and combing my damp hair occupied another ten minutes or so. I took one final look at my reflection in the still slightly steam fogged mirror, satisfied that I was at least presentable now. I slipped on my sky blue bathrobe (I had packed it as well as my bedroom slippers in my luggage, since I couldn't be sure of finding anything like that here in the country house), and stuffed my still damp toes into my matching bedroom slippers as I headed off to the kitchen to get started on making breakfast.

Long before I arrived at the kitchen, my nose informed me that I was too late. I walked in to the kitchen to the appetizing aroma of fresh coffee brewing, and pancakes cooking. My mouth fairly watered as I caught the aroma of fresh bacon, too. Andy was standing in front of the stove, frying pan in hand, flipping fresh fluffy pancakes from the frying pan onto the dinner plate he held in his other hand. Sorry to disappoint you but Andy was not nude. He was wearing a pair of gray jeans, and a navy blue short sleeve casual shirt. A black belt passing through the loop of his jeans, encircled his waist. There was already a stack of at least three or four pancakes on that plate and he was adding another one. I flicked my eyes to the left of Andy and on the kitchen counter I saw another dinner plate with two or three pancakes already on it. Next to that plate was another one with a small mountain of bacon sitting on it, just begging to be eaten.

"Good morning, dear heart," I called out to Andy as I walked up behind him. (I didn't want to startle him and have him miss catching one of the pancakes.) "So what's all this?"

"Breakfast, silly," Andy replied as he caught the last pancake from the frying pan. He placed the frying pan off on an unused element on the stove, and turned off the element he'd been using. "If you'd like to help, you could get the orange juice from the refrigerator, as well as some glasses."