this story picks up where Life Intervenes left off...
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Saturday morning has come and gone and besides providing some much needed extra hours of sleep it's allowed him to take a leisurely pace as he enjoyed his first coffee and cigarette of the day not to mention actually reading a newspaper. No scanning the headlines today. By the time he was hungry enough to do something about eating it was almost 1pm and he headed off to the shower to get cleaned up for the rest of the day. He didn't hear the phone while he was showering.
He did however notice the blinking light on the base unit when he walked back in to the room and smiled when the caller ID showed who had called. There was no need to listen to the message but he made a mental note that lunch would have to wait for a while longer.
There was just enough time to change the sheets, let a bottle of wine start breathing and get back in the bathroom and shave. Where he was going stubble was not an option. He was splashing a bit of aftershave on when he heard the door to the apartment opening.
"You didn't call me back," she said as she took off her coat and dropped it and her keys on the first chair she came to.
"Didn't think I had to," he replied. "You said you would call if you got finished and were heading over. I just assumed the best and here you are."
"You mean you got lucky," she said and continued to drop pieces of clothing on her way to the bedroom.
"How much time do we have?" he asked.
She smiled at him, standing at the foot of the bed with nothing but her g-string left on and said "the rest of the damn weekend unless you have other plans."
"I did, but how am I to say no to a woman that looks like she might not let me out of the bedroom for the next 36 hours," he said and started his own quick removal of clothing.
She took a sip of the wine he had next to the bed, lit a cigarette, climbed into the bed, and lay back against the pillows propped against the headboard. He loved watching her even just laying there. Classic lines were the best description of her body even if the breasts were slightly large for her frame. He would never complain and it added to the allure of her sultry good looks. When she tipped her head back to exhale it accentuated her long neck and he would never tire of just watching her.
"Looks like I'm having lunch here," he said and climbed in beside her before reaching to take a drag from her cigarette.
He handed it back, reached for his own wine glass, and settled back against the headboard. The remote for the CD player was close at hand and he listened to bits of the first track from two of them before deciding on a third. Today was a perfect day for some blues. His fingers followed the slow, deep rhythm of the music and began tracing light circles along the top of her thigh. She would let him know when she really wanted to get started. In the mean time he was content to watch the rise and fall of her breasts as she left the week behind her and relaxed.
When she rolled over to put out the cigarette in the ashtray he couldn't resist sliding his open hand around and then under the curve of her ass and she made it easy for him when she stayed on her side and took a few sips from her glass. She slid down a few inches as she rolled back and his hand stayed on her body ending up just under the swell of her breast. She stretched both arms up over her head; almost daring him to continue and said, "don't stop now."
It was cool enough in the room that the first time his fingertips trailed around her nipple it became erect immediately. He wanted to take it in his mouth but decided to tease her instead and continue the slight stimulation. Their previous meetings had been hurried by necessity and today for the first time, he knew that there was no reason to hurry. Besides, if she had wanted a hard, fast fuck, she would have initiated the action already.
"Screw lunch'" he thought. "I've got everything I want right here next to me."
His fingers traced everywhere he could reach, both breasts, her shoulders, the side of her neck, her forehead and down the line of her jaw, finally returning to toy with her nipples. He got the message though when she reached with her left hand to the back of his neck and pulled him to her breast. He licked at it with his tongue for a few seconds before taking it between his lips and began to suck it, pulling at it while trapped between his lips. At the same time his hand reached for the other breast and his fingers started teasing around it, occasionally tugging at the nipple as well.
She had started moving beside him, her breathing a little deeper now, her legs spreading a bit as her hips and stomach began to move slightly, following the music in the room. He could see her left hand move from squeezing her breast, trail down past her stomach, stopping only when her fingertips were at the bottom of her pussy and then part the lips as she slid them back up. He knew she wasn't bashful about masturbating in front of him and she knew that it excited him watching her.
Dipping her fingers inside for a moment, she stroked in and out a few times and brought some of her initial wetness from arousal up to her clit so that her fingers would slide around it easier. He sucked a bit harder on her nipple, taking more of it into his mouth and her fingers and his rhythmic sucking soon found similar timing. His free hand kept up the massage of her other breast while with a finger on either side of her clit she worked the skin at the top of her pussy in tiny circles.
She whimpered a little when he lifted his head and the nipple he'd been sucking on was left exposed to the cooler air. When he rolled away from her she moved her free hand to continue the stimulation of her nipple. The ride had started and she had no intention of slowing down.
