It was a hot and humid afternoon. After a short nap, John had left Callie in bed to sleep off her night shift and decided to make the house downstairs presentable. His head was still whirling from the hook up they'd had earlier that morning, the culmination of months of misdirected sexual tension between them. John was kneeling on the kitchen floor, having just thrown on a pair of shorts in the humidity, and was fixing a dodgy refrigerator hinge when he sensed someone in the den.
He looked up to see Callie come through the kitchen door. Again he was taken with how lovely she was. Now she was wearing a short thin top and a pair of short pajama shorts. The top left her stomach exposed and she was without doubt showing off as much of the hotpants as she could. The moisture from her deep slumber in a humid room had caused the little top to cling to her soft round breasts like a second skin.
For her part, Callie was shocked at how much of a stud John had been earlier in the day. Through her eyes, he was heaven on earth to look at. She had felt a little tingle pass through her clit when she first saw him at work, but now that she was walking toward him having done what they had, she could feel her entire pussy snap to attention. It had been a very long time since she'd felt like this so spontaneously.
"How are you doing?" she asked.
"All done for now. Have to wait for the ice to melt before I can get the door off... so there's not much else to do.
"You're are sweating buckets. Why didn't you turn on your fan?"
"Didn't think I'd need it working next to a freezer!"
"Come on, you need to cool off!" She led him out of the kitchen and into the den. Inside were an old couch and large dining table and some scattered papers on the floor. Callie moved to the corner nearest the window where a recliner chair sat. Suddenly, a strong blast of air from the fan began to move through the room.
"Close the door. It will cool off faster," she said. "It'll be cold in here I no time!"
She was right. The air was already getting colder, and the sweat covering John was already starting to get cool.
Callie sat down on the edge of the dining table. Somehow John couldn't help but drink in her wonderful thighs once more. John didn't need any proof of the descending temperature thanks to watching her nipples begin to poke out of her thin top because of the cold air. Also the sweat on his skin had cooled and now he was covered in goose flesh.
"My, are you getting cold, too? You are covered in goose bumps." Callie remarked playfully
"No, I'm fine."
"You look like you are freezing. Here let me warm you up," she said as she crossed to him and began to rub her hand up and down on his upper arm. She did that a couple of times. Then she slowly took her hand and let it drift caressingly across his broad shoulders down his sides.
"You are a fine looking man," she whispered low as she continued to stroke his bare chest.
"And you are one sexy hot woman," said John with a smile as he watched her hand moving across his stomach.
He found no resistance as he pulled her to him, and kissed her full on the mouth. His tongue eagerly explored her sweet mouth. He must have looked like a question mark as he bent to kiss her because he was so much taller than her. She moaned in her throat as she kissed him back hard and passionately. John ran his hands up under Callie's top, lifting it up to her shoulders as he kissed her. She eagerly lifted up her arms to allow him to swiftly slide it over her head and let it drop. Then almost like a magnet his hands slid south, over the curve of her back and over her buttocks, pushing the elastic of her shorts off her bare skin. Somehow, without breaking the kiss, they managed to stumble to the couch and fall back on it. John now had two fingers up Callie's juicing pussy. He twirled his fingers around, and jabbed them in and out of her pussy until his fingers were sticky with her warm excitement.
Frantically, she tugged at his shorts trying to get them open and pulled them down his legs. She followed them down until she was on her knees, pulling the shorts off. She tugged them off his feet and then she looked up and moaned when she saw his smooth cock staring her right in the face.
"Oohhh, Jesus!" Her voice sobbed with passion as she began to stroke John's cock with her curled fingers, squeezing and stroking up and down the shaft until he felt his balls tense with pleasure. "You are even harder than this morning. I must have it . . . I must have your cock now!"
Callie grabbed the large naked shaft with both her hands and brought her lips around the head of his cock. He moaned softly in pleasure. Her tongue licked expertly up and down the length of his cock and teased the head with the sharp edges of her teeth. She spread her saliva all over his hard hot shaft and began to suck him up and down, back and forth, in and out of her warm mouth. She curled her tongue in a tight cylinder, pushed it into the base.
"Oh, my God," he said, moaning softly.
