Two Thousand and Ten Ch. 06

Peter continued to thrust rapidly into her as he came, grunting in an animalistic manner as he rutted his hips. He was determined to extract every precious nanosecond of orgasmic pleasure from their first time together.

"Oh, Petey, thank you," Lindi said contentedly as Peter's thrusting gradually came to a halt.

"You, hah-h-h, didn't come," he pointed out.

"Don't worry about that, you were wonderful," she assured him. "That felt absolutely amazing."

He didn't respond initially, but after a moment he smiled, leant forward and kissed her, all whilst he remained inside her. Lindi responded by wrapping her arms around his now sweat beaded body and drew him closer, her breasts against his chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist to prevent him from withdrawing from her, and as their lips briefly parted she looked up into his eyes.

"If I had my way I'd never let you out of me," she told him.

"And if I had my way I'd never want you to let me," he responded.

"Well, we've only gone and done it," she said, still keeping him right where she wanted him. "You and I just had sex, Peter."

"Yup," Peter answered. "The cat is most definitely out of the bag now."

"And?" she prompted him to elucidate.

"I don't know about you, but it feels alright from where I am," he went on.

"And it feels pretty damned good from down here," she replied.

"No regrets?"

"Not even the slightest hint of any!"

"So, is this it? Are we a proper couple now? Are we finally lovers and not just two good friends?"

"I'd say so. Best friends and lovers!"

Peter smiled and looked deep into her eyes.

"Sounds like a winning combination to me!"

Friday November 5th 2010, 11:10pm

As good as it would have been to have remained joined to each other, their tired muscles and Peter's wilting erection took matters out of their hands. Somewhat reluctantly Lindi unwrapped her legs from around Peter's waist, and equally as reluctantly he allowed his penis to slip out of her. He rolled over onto his back and laid down beside her.

They had done it - after all their years together living in denial of their true feelings for each other they had finally done it. Peter and Lindi were officially lovers. And it felt wonderful in a way that words alone were not sufficient to convey how joyous they felt. All their repressed fears about how having sex might destroy the friendship they enjoyed so much had evaporated, and far from being tainted, their relationship had elevated itself onto a higher plane of existence.

"Well, How was it for you, darling?" Peter asked.

"Wonderful," Lindi responded. "Better than wonderful - it felt unbelievable!"

"I wish I could just turn back the clock so that we could have done it much sooner," Peter added with a sigh.

"You and me both," Lindi concurred.

Peter rolled over and placed his hand on Lindi's breast.

"I couldn't help but notice you didn't come just then," he said as he softly caressed her breast and tweaked her nipple between his fingers. "Want me to make it up to you?"

"Mmm, as much as I'd like that, I'd much rather take a nice long shower," Lindi answered.

"But, I've come twice now, and you've only come once," Peter pointed out. "It's only fair you should come again."

"As much as I appreciate your belief in total parity, it really isn't necessary," Lindi responded. "Just because I didn't have an orgasm it doesn't mean I didn't enjoy making love with you."

"You're not just saying that?" he asked her.

Declining to answer verbally, she leant over towards him and kissed him.

"Does that answer your question?" she enquired.

"I guess it does," Peter replied. "But the next orgasm is definitely yours, okay?"

"If you insist," Lindi answered playfully.

She kissed him once more and then got up off the bed. She padded naked around the bed and stopped outside the door to Peter's en-suite bathroom. She turned and looked over her shoulder.

"You joining me?" she asked him. "I know your shower's big enough for two."

"Well, we're always being told it's a good idea to conserve water!" Peter replied.

He got up from the bed and joined her in the doorway where they kissed once more. They both entered the shower enclosure and were soon in each other's arms under the blissfully warm deluge. Their bodies were as close together as they had been whilst they were making love, except that this time there was no urgency, and they simply kissed and caressed each other as they stood in the shower, gradually becoming enveloped in a cloud of steam.

It was inevitable that before too long, their hands wandered over each other's naked bodies and eventually found their way towards their intimate regions. Peter sensed an opportunity to redress the imbalance and even the score, and with his middle finger he entered her. Lindi responded by taking his penis in her hand, but it was much too soon after their lovemaking to be able to respond to her touch, and it remained defiantly limp. Peter focused himself on pleasuring her, and pretty soon he had two fingers inside her. Lindi gasped and yipped as Peter worked on her, driving towards her second climax of the evening. Any thoughts of protesting what he was doing to her went out of the window almost immediately.

"Come for me, my love," Peter implored her. "Let me see you come!"

"Oh-h-h-h, Peter! Hah-h-h-h!" she gasped in response.

She was still sensitive after making love, and so she didn't need much to tip her over the edge. Pretty soon she felt the electricity of orgasm rush through her body, and she temporarily lost control of herself and her legs gave way underneath her. Peter, using his masculine strength, supported her and held her up against the wall of the shower. He could feel the strong muscles within her pulsating and contracting rapidly, gripping hold of his fingers like some kind of internal fist.

"Now we're even," he said with a sly grin as he finally felt her orgasm dissipate.

Saturday November 6th 2010, 8:21am

Lindi awoke in Peter's arms, and for a moment she just laid there and enjoyed the sight of him sleeping peacefully beside her.

"You sleep peacefully, my love," she whispered. "You've definitely earned after last night."

She was sore between her legs, having had Peter inside her no less than five times during the longest night of continuous lovemaking she'd ever experienced, but it was a good kind of soreness - a soreness that made her feel happy inside. She was pretty sure that Peter's penis had been worked equally hard overnight.

Peter did not respond to her whispered voice and was still fast asleep - fatigue had finally caught up with them at around 5am. They were both completely and utterly depleted, in more than just the obvious way, and when sleep finally took hold of them they felt satisfied that they had gone some way towards making up for the time they'd lost over the years. When she looked back at the men she'd been out with over the years, the men she'd allowed into her most sacred and private inner sanctum, she realised that none of them, not a single one, had felt as good inside her as Peter had done. The perfect man for her had been living just a few meters above her all these years and she hadn't even realised it.

God, it made her feel so stupid! Why had she been so blind to it? Why had he been so blind to it? Denial, she thought to herself, can be a powerful force - especially when it is subconscious. They had repressed their desire for each other for more than twenty years, ever since their sexual awakenings when they were hormonal teenagers. Some kind of unspoken agreement between them that they were sexually off limits to each other had occurred, that for some reason the thought of exploring each other's bodies was a total no-no. Well, that unspoken agreement, however it had happened, was now firmly in the past. They were lovers now, and that thought made her feel warm inside.

Something else she felt inside at that moment as if to say "don't forget about me!" was her stomach growling. The night's bedroom antics had helped her work up a ferocious hunger. She extracted herself from Peter's arms, trying successfully to not wake him in the process, and then stepped quietly out of the room and into the kitchen. She decided to forego putting any clothes on - it felt good to be naked, and Peter's flat was warm enough to walk around in the nude now that the heating had come on.

She first put the kettle on, then hunted around in Peter's fridge for something to prepare breakfast. She found eggs and some bacon lardons and some pre-grated cheese - perfect for whipping up a couple of omelettes. So she set about mixing the ingredients as she waited for the kettle to boil, and placed a few cubes of fresh butter in the frying pan.

"Well, good morning," she heard behind her.

She turned to see Peter stood in the kitchen doorway dressed in his navy blue bathrobe.

"A beautiful stark naked woman cooking breakfast in my kitchen - what's not to like about that?" he continued as he came to stand behind her.

"Well, good morning to you too, my love," Lindi answered as she felt Peter's hands on her breasts and his mouth kissing her neck. "You like omelettes, right?"

"I love them," Peter answered. "Not as much as I love you though!"

"Flattery will get you everywhere!" Lindi chuckled in response.

"Why are you still naked?" he asked her as he left her to get on with cooking breakfast. "I mean, I'm not complaining or anything - just curious."

"Well, why not be naked?" she responded. "I mean let's face it - it's a Saturday, so neither you nor I need to be anywhere, and it's pretty much a given that as soon as we're done having breakfast we'll be making love again, so why let clothes get in the way of our love?"

"Well, I can't argue with that logic!" Peter chuckled as he spooned some coffee into his cafetière and then poured in some freshly boiled water.

"In fact, why don't we just spend the whole weekend in here naked?" Lindi proposed. "Just you and me, alone, together, with no distractions from the outside world. And we'll make so much love together!"

"Well, it sure sounds like an attractive proposition," Peter replied, pretending to carefully muse upon her idea. "So let me get this straight - between now and Monday morning, neither you or I may put on so much as a stitch of clothing."

"That's pretty much right," Lindi confirmed.

"Well, there's only one way I can respond to that challenge," Peter responded.

He quickly untied his bath robe and shrugged it off, leaving him completely naked.

So they sat and ate breakfast together as naked as the day they were born. It was surreal on the one hand, yet it felt so completely normal and comfortable on the other. Their love was blossoming like a cherry tree in spring, even though outside it was cold and grey with leaden skies that threatened rain at any moment.

"I'm going to keep saying it, so you'd better get used to this," Lindi said as she forked a small piece of her omelette onto a piece of toast. "But you're the most wonderful, most handsome, and most gentle man I know."

"And you'd better get used to me calling you the most amazingly sexy woman on the face of the earth," Peter replied. "Just being with you makes me feel so, so, unbelievably horny!"

Lind reached down under the table.

"You're not kidding!" she chuckled as her hand alighted on Peter's penis and found it to be very erect indeed. "But I'll let you finish your breakfast first - I don't want you conking out on me or anything!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Peter replied, adding a little salute for good measure.

"I mean it, Peter, I don't want your blood sugar plummeting or anything!"

"And it won't," Peter assured her. "As long as you keep me fed! And as long as I take my tablet. Speaking of which."

He got up and stepped over to the kitchen worktop, his firmly engorged penis leading the way, and retrieved the white box of Metformin tablets he had been prescribed to help control his blood sugar level. He extracted one from the blister pack within and then swallowed it with a small tumbler of water.

"Now I'm all yours, baby!" he announced jovially.

"Now?" she asked him as she stood up from the table.

"No time like the present!"

Peter laid himself on the floor right at her feet.

"So I guess this means I'm on top then?" she asked as she looked down at him.

"If you want," Peter answered.

Lindi chuckled and then straddled him, and she wasted little time in taking hold of his engorged phallus and guided it towards where she wanted it to go. She let out a long exhalation as she lowered herself onto him, echoed by Peter as he felt his penis surrounded by her inner warmth.

She'd made love in her own apartment many times, so many times in fact that she'd long ago lost count, but having sex in Peter's flat felt novel and somehow more daring. She savoured the experience of riding atop him, gladdened that Peter apparently didn't mind her being in control of their lovemaking. She recalled an old boyfriend called Elliott who insisted that as the man he should always take full control of their lovemaking, all but forbidding anything other than missionary or doggystyle. Needless to say, that particular relationship didn't work out.

She dumped him, pushing him naked out of her flat one night after calling her a whore for daring to suggest that she wanted to be on top for a change. Clearly, he had been a very insecure and immature man. And all the while the right man was just upstairs the whole time.

Lindi determined not to dwell on that thought, nor on the memory of Elliott, or Clive, or any of the other men she'd been with over the years, all of whom for one reason or another, failed to live up to the man she regarded as her yardstick of what a decent man should be like. Now at least she realised that Peter was her yardstick for a reason.

Doing it on the hard wooden floor of Peter's kitchen wasn't exactly the most comfortable of experiences, but it just felt so good to have him inside her that she just tuned out any discomfort she felt in her knees and concentrated instead on the emotional and physical connection between them. The spontaneity of it soon sent her arousal soaring, and it wasn't long before she felt herself barrelling headlong towards an orgasm. To hasten the moment she reached down and rubbed at her clitoris, and her body responded almost immediately.

Peter below her could sense she was almost there, and he egged her on to enjoy her imminent moment of unrestrained sexual elation.

"Go for it, girl!" he implored her.

"Hah-h-h! Oh, Petey! So, hah-h-h, so c-clo-o-ose!" she exclaimed as she bounced up and down and feverishly rubbed her clitoris.

Then just a second or two later she stiffened and shook as though she were experiencing some kind of seizure. She gasped and panted and cried up towards the ceiling, whilst Peter could do nothing but look up at the sight of the woman he loved crying out in the jubilant throes of orgasm. It wasn't long before the scene above and around him set off his own orgasm, and with a primal grunt and thrust of his hips, taking Lindi with him, he erupted inside her. His naked buttocks lifted a clear three inches off the wooden floor as he pumped his semen into her.

"Hnn-n-n-n-g-g-g-h-h-h! Hah-h-h-h-h! Mmm-f-f-f!" he grunted like a rutting stag.

The vibrations of his voice transmitted themselves into Lindi's body, prolonging her orgasm. And the longer her orgasm lasted, the longer Peter's did. Eventually, in a manner reminiscent of the thermodynamic law of entropy, the energy of their combined orgasmic event dissipated and faded away, leaving them both feeling a sense of relaxed euphoria.

"Oh, Peter, that was wonderful," Lindi said as she lifted herself up off of his naked body, causing his gradually wilting post-coital erection to slip out of her and slap wetly onto his belly.

She rolled over onto her back and panted exhaustedly up at the ceiling.

"I aim to please," Peter replied.

"You do more than just please me," Lindi said with a loving sigh. "You make me feel like a real woman again! And you know why that is?"

"No, why?"

"Because you are a real man, Peter Swanmore," Lindi said. "You're everything a real man should be."

Saturday November 6th 2010, 7:35pm

The two new lovers had indeed spent much of the day making love to each other, and together they had explored each other in much more intimate detail than they ever had before. Lindi explored every inch of Peter's body, and even though she'd seen him naked before, and in swimwear and underwear before that, she saw him in an entirely different light. She'd seen and been with naked men before on numerous occasions, but she'd never really paid that much attention to the male of the species - beyond the obvious of course. She noticed the contours of his naked body, the way his muscles flexed as he moved with effortless masculine grace. It was almost as if she was an artist and he was her model. She was studying him closer than any man that had gone before him.

His body exuded innate masculine strength, but at the same time it displayed the vulnerabilities common to both sexes. In many ways his body was the very archetype of the masculine form - his shoulders were broad, his hips were narrow, his chest crowned with small pert nipples under a thin layer of downy hair. His legs were long and powerful, his arms were strong and muscular, and even though he was no bodybuilder, his biceps were prominent. His buttocks looked shapely and soft to the touch, yet concealed powerful musculature within. His penis, though not the largest she'd ever set eyes on, was to her the crowning glory of his masculinity.

His penis - it was such a beautiful thing in her eyes. She could never quite understand how some of her friends could be so dismissive of the male organ, with opinions varying from it being simply a functional part of the male body that served its purpose, to it being downright ugly at the other end of the spectrum. She knew their views were in no way representative of all women, but the negative appraisals of the masculine appendage were the opinions that she remembered most of all. But Lindi had always appreciated the male phallus, though not as much as her friend and colleague Michaela who was utterly obsessed with them - preferably larger than average ones - but she found herself wantonly admiring Peter's. It was in perfect scale to the rest of him, she noted as she watched him walking around the flat naked. It wasn't too big, and it certainly wasn't too small, and when it was erect it looked truly magnificent but without appearing so large that accommodating it within her would be a painful experience.

It was without a shadow of any doubt, the most visually appealing penis she'd ever seen, and now that she'd had the opportunity to feel it inside her and felt the emotional connection between them she was left in no doubt that Peter was the only man she could and would ever truly love.

Peter also appraised his new lover in all her unclothed feminine wonder - her graceful curves, her soft pale skin, her long hair that cascaded down over her shoulders and her back. Her hips were, in contrast to his, wide and shapely and they merged seamlessly into her supple behind. He'd admired this woman from afar for year after year, never truly knowing what she looked like under the outer shell of clothing that concealed her feminine body from view. And now at last he had the opportunity to truly get to know her body, and he was making the most of it, making up for all those years of lost time.