Ch. 06 Unexpected Weekend

Chapter 6

Monday dark

I woke up laying on my left side with his right arm over and around me and his body pressed against my back, spooning me. I was slick between my legs and I felt his hard cock pushing against me, between my thighs with the shaft against my perineum. He kissed the back of my neck, my shoulders, nibbled on my earlobe, his breath in my ear giving me shivers.

It was still dark. I didn't know what time it was but why would it matter? I was filled with a new desire. I started pushing back and rolling my hips against him, arching my back and moaning involuntarily. His left arm was under my neck and across my upper chest, pulling me back into him while he pinched and rolled my nipples with his other hand, giving me delicious feelings between my legs. He was moaning deep husky moans into my ear, kissing the back of my neck and shoulders, thrusting his cock firmly against me.

He pulled his hips back and moved his cock between my cheeks before pulling me close again, his head pushed against me. And then with one powerful thrust he was inside me. A brief stab of pain and I gasped with a sharp intake of breath and he groaned with satisfaction. I was sore and it hurt a little but the surprise was incredibly erotic: to be taken, to feel him take control of my body and take what he wanted was soo sexy. I would have let him do anything he wanted to me. I was all his.

I was still slick with lotion and cum and his cock was soon moving smoothly inside me, discomfort fading and pleasure growing. I lifted my top leg and hooked it backwards over his legs, opening myself to him. He was moving with slow but powerful strokes. He couldn't go as deep as he could when I was on my back but I felt his head pushing against my prostate as he moved back and forth and it felt amazing.

The warm tingle inside of me started to grow brighter, building in exquisite frustration. I moaned and threw my head back, mouth open with sexy, little girly whimpers of pleasure. He pinched my nipples with his left hand and moved his right to my hip and was pulling me back into him with each thrust.

My little penis was barely aroused but I was wet all over with precum. I reached down and held the head with my thumb on top and two fingers on the underside. I moved my fingertips in a little circle against the bottom of my penis, over the frenulum. The sensations awakened the frustration and ignited a new urgency. Another thrust into me. And again. And my body started to shake and quiver uncontrollably with my cum dribbling out of me in an uneven stream. My pc muscles spasmed and gripped his cock with fluttering pulses, driving him over the edge. Another hard, deep thrust and I felt his warmth flow into me again.

Like the first time, we stayed close with him inside of me until he slipped out, followed by a warm trickle down the back of my leg. He rolled onto his back and I rolled over and snuggled against his body, feeling impossibly small and vulnerable but safe in his strong arms.

I was drained but still aroused. I reached down and fondled his semi-hard cock, gently cupping his balls, stroking him. He was relaxed and dozing in a post-coital daze, breathing steadily. There was the faintest gray light in the room. Night was ending. It would be morning soon.

I pushed myself up to my knees and straddled his thighs. Seeing his heavy balls and big, thick cock next to my little penis gave me a shivery thrill of submission. I reached over and pumped a generous handful of lotion into my palm and stroked him with two hands, his eyes closed and his head resting against the pillow. He was moaning softly. He reached down to caress my smooth thighs, putting his hands on my hips, encouraging me.

My whole bottom was tingly and I felt supple and relaxed with a new open, yearning feeling inside me. I wanted it. I wanted him inside of me again. My only thought was please. Please fuck me. Please. Fuck me again. Too shy to say it out loud but pleading with my eyes and body. I felt so slutty. It was overwhelming.

His cock was growing bigger, harder. I raised up on my knees and leaned over with my hands on the bed, moving myself over him and rocking gently. I held myself up with one arm and I reached underneath with the other to grab his cock, positioning him between my cheeks. The tip of his head nestled inside of me and I smoothly, effortlessly lowered myself onto him, all the way. I gasped and moaned, wiggling around on top of him, rolling my hips, grinding. My hands were next to eachother on his manly chest to steady me as I flexed and massaged his cock, moving slightly up and down.

I was looking down at him, watching him as I pleasured him with my body. This was my gift to him, a quiet and muted pleasure of giving. Breathing sexy sighs, I watched him come and felt a feminine satisfaction as he flowed into me.

I laid down next to him again. We stayed like that for a while until eventually he pushed himself up on one elbow and leaned over me. He kissed me softly. I could see him looking at me in the grey light of predawn.

He told me he couldn't stay. He had an early meeting, which I already knew. I didn't want him to go. I wanted to crawl into his arms again and drift through this haze of new sexual satisfaction.

He got out of bed and walked naked into the living room to get his phone to exchange numbers. He walked back into the bedroom and my stomach fluttered when I saw his thick cock swinging in front of him.

Listen, I've got to go get ready for work. Go back to sleep. I'll be quiet. I'll text you later.

I dozed half aware and vaguely heard him moving around the condo. I heard the metallic ticking of the fireplace cooling in the living room after he had turned it off. I heard the water in the pipes when he was taking a shower, the ceramic click of breakfast dishes. I heard the rattle of his suitcase wheels on the tile in the entryway, then the sound of the doorknob turning and the heavy sound of the door closing behind him.

Everything seemed suddenly very quiet and lonely and I fell into a deep, restorative sleep.

Endings

The midmorning sunlight was flooding into the room with a grey golden color. The window was open a crack and I could hear the waves crashing and could smell the clean, rain-washed air of the beach.

There was always an other-worldly quality to being at the beach house. The separation from place and worries was freeing. Like it wasn't time that was real. All of it more so because I had been high all weekend. A memory of a dream.

I rolled onto my back, arms up over my head, staring at the ceiling. Was that real?

Of course it was. All of my muscles had been used in new ways and my whole body was sore. My thighs slid around against each other and my backside had a slight gravelly burn where I had been stretched. My lips were raw from kissing. The sheets were tangled around me but folded down on the other side where John had swung his legs out of bed when he got up. Sarah's panties crumpled on the floor. All of the bed clothes were thick with the heady smell of sex and his masculine scent.

I picked up my phone. I felt vulnerable and insecure. I wanted to send a text to John but felt like that was clingy. I did it anyway.

About last night... I hesitated.

....any regrets?

Send.

My phone buzzed a moment later.

No way. It was incredible.

Five heart emojis.

I felt a warmth in my chest and I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

I read the good morning texts from Sarah, from earlier when she was boarding her flight. She said she wouldn't be home until after midnight tonight. She'd try to call on her layover. When are you coming back, she asked?

I took a long, hot shower, got cleaned up and spent the rest of the day moving like a ghost through the silent condo, the broken sunlight streaming in through the windows and skylights. I replayed everything in my mind: the first kiss, being on my knees. Getting fucked. Cumming like a girl. Experiencing things I didn't even know were possible.

I texted Sarah and said I had decided to stay Monday night like she and I had planned. I told her to text me when she got to her place so I knew she got home safely.

I might as well just see her tomorrow.

I mean, I had a lot to think about.