The involuntary successions of images, ideas, emotions and sensations that form my dreams are embellished by a sense of touch and arousal emanating from my groin. As the fog of my subconscious clears the sensation becomes more prominent and I awake to a hand gently but firmly stroking my erect cock. "Just thought I would try my luck," I hear Lucy say, "It always seems such a pity to let these morning woodies go to waste."
My body lies half-awake but my cock stands to full attention as Lucy straddles me and lowers herself guiding me into her wet pussy. Immediately she begins to move up and down, eagerly seeking her own pleasure while at the same time giving me a bird's eye view of her tits bouncing up and down. As she moves on top of me I focus on moving with her and keeping my cock embedded in her pussy. With her hands on either side of my shoulders, her back arched and her head flung back, her tits flash past my face with every thrust and counter thrust. She continues to drive towards her own climax and quickly utters a gasp as her orgasm takes over; her body shudders and she collapses onto me. I reach around her, wrap my arms around and pull her towards me before rolling so that I lie on top, still impaled in her pussy.
As I raise my weight and support it on my outstretched hands Lucy wraps her long and supple legs around my waist driving her feet into my back to stop me from withdrawing from her. I quickly thrust in and out of her before passing my arms behind her legs and bringing them up onto my shoulders. She is now fully open to me, her pussy on full display with no defense against the plowing of my cock into her. We look into each other's eyes before looking down to watch my cock alternately plunge in and pull out of her. Her inner lips wrap themselves around my shaft as I move in and peel away as I move out; the tip barely reaches the outer edge of her pussy before desperately plunging back. The sight of those long, full strokes stimulates both of us, the contact between our bodies extending only along the outer surface of my cock and the inner surface of her pussy.
I feel Lucy reach around me with both hands and caress my butt, pulling me into her with each thrust. Her hands pull my cheeks apart and she slips a hand in between my buttocks and allows a finger to pass along the crack of my ass. She seeks out my butt hole and starts to run her finger around the rim while gradually circling in on the crinkled opening. With every thrust I make she presses the tip of her finger on my butt hole; the nerves connecting the tip of my cock with the rim of my asshole are alive, stimulated in unison as if directly connected, sensation at one end matched by sensation at the other. My rhythm picks up and Lucy continues to rim my hole stimulating every accessible nerve ending before I reach the point of no return and plunge deep into her. At the first spasm Lucy pushes her finger past the outer rim of my butt as if pushing me deeper into her. The added stimulus causes my cock to spasm with more vigor as I empty myself deep into her and another cry of satisfaction comes from the beauty that lies beneath me. We lie together, wrapped in the warmth of our union, motionless in the moment of our climax.
The cascading light of the morning sun travels across the covers, shades of light and dark providing a template for our intertwined bodies. Lucy is the first to stir from under the covers and shortly after, I rise to the sound of the shower. On opening the door I see the shapely outline of her body through the shower door, eyes closed, back arched, breasts thrust forward as her hands rinse water through her hair. Not seeing me, she reaches up and grabs hold of my razor, extends her leg and supports it on the shower ledge before slowly passing the razor along the length of her leg. Instinctively my hands drop to my groin; left hand massaging my balls, right hand stroking my extended cock. Bending slightly, she changes angles and draws the blade over the inside of her thighs stopping only as she reaches the top of her leg. Pulling the lips of her pussy to one side, the skin around her upper thigh tightens and she pauses, carefully tracing the edge of her pussy with the razor making sure to cover the area up to the outer lips of her pussy. Having finished shaving between her legs she changes her attention to the arrow of pubic hair just above her pussy, slowly trimming each edge to reinforce the arrow, its direction and its instruction.
Without changing her direction of view I hear her say "Are you just going to stand there playing with yourself or come here and let me take care of business?"
As I step into the flowing water she pulls me to her and plants her lips on mine, our bodies meet and water flows over and between us. Lucy steps back, reaches down and takes my now fully swollen cock in her hand, pulls it to one slide and in a swift, deliberate and careful movement runs the razor down its full length. Rotating the handle she repeats the action until she has covered the full length before turning her attention to my balls. With the palm of her hand she eases my cock off to the side and stretches the skin of my sack allowing her to glide the razor over the tight skin. With careful movements she covers the remaining area of my sack leaving me hairless along my shaft and balls but with a remaining "moustache" of hair directly above my cock. She continues to massage my balls, squeezing and rolling them in her right hand, her left hand stroking my cock along its full length only stopping at the tip to explore the slit that is now oozing precum. The sensation is incredible, the increased sensitivity associated with her touch of my now defenseless skin swiftly brings me to a climax and I splash ropes of cum over her wet, silky smooth skin only to see it gently wash away in the cascading water. I reach for her support, our tongues intertwine, hands roaming over each other's body, water collecting in the ridge between our connected bodies.
Over a late breakfast consisting of an omelet, toast, fruit and fresh coffee we fail to resolve the problems of the world but do eventually agree that dinner will be a slow cooked casserole made from whatever we can find in the fridge and freezer. Never being one to follow recipes this is yet another chance to make something up as we go along. Steak, onions, mushrooms, carrots, potatoes are all liberated from the fridge and Lucy cuts the steak into cubes and seasons with salt and pepper before browning in in a casserole dish containing hot olive oil. I begin sautΓ©ing the potatoes, carrots, onions and mushrooms with garlic, ground pepper and a pinch of dried thyme, when browned I add them to the casserole dish. Add some Californian merlot until it covers the ingredients, place the top on the dish, put the dish in the oven, set the timer and hey presto, dinner for two with a reservation for 7pm.