John looked at her and wondered how she could look so heavenly first thing in the morning. It was especially amazing considering what they'd done the night before. Despite their evening of torrid sex, she stood in front of him wearing his black oxford shirt, her hair perfect. The shirt was unbuttoned revealing the swell of her ample chest, and the leopard print panties she had so eagerly wriggled out of just a few hours ago.
"Get cleaned up and I'll make you some breakfast," Carrie offered as she walked out of the bedroom, John realizing that she was wearing three inch heels.
He was up like a shot, thinking that perhaps breakfast was a euphemism for something tawdrier. John quickly showered and located his pants and t-shirt. After a quick brush of his teeth, he dressed and made his way to the kitchen. The aroma of cinnamon rolls that filled the air seemed to put to rest the question of the euphemism.
Undeterred, he slid behind Carrie as she frosted the pastries and, putting his arms around her, kissed her on the cheek. "Good morning," John whispered in her ear, adding, "you look amazing."
Carrie couldn't suppress a smile at his compliment. She'd stole out of bed an hour before John woke to primp and preen. The stiffening cock pressed against her bottom was the reward she had hoped for. As his hands slid up her belly toward her breasts, Carrie lost interest in her task. The knife dropped on the counter and her eyes closed as she let out a moan of arousal. John pulled the shirt off her shoulders baring her chest. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs sliding across her nipples causing them to stiffen. His lips skimmed across her back and shoulders before moving to her neck.
"I want you," John hissed lustfully in her ear.
Carrie's reply was terse. "Then take me."
John wasted no time in once again peeling the leopard print panties off Carrie with one hand while the other remained at her chest. His pants soon joined Carrie's underwear on the tiled floor and he pressed the head of his broad cock against her slit.
"Stop teasing and put it in," Carrie pleaded.
John slid into her wet pussy easily, his cock filling her as he pushed all the way in. Her breasts dangling over the counter, Carrie met each thrust as her new lover pounded away at her. She couldn't help but be amazed at how a few drinks with her friend's older brother had turned into this. It was just supposed to be a fun weekend in New York with her old college friends visiting her. By coincidence her friend Tina's brother was also in the city on a business trip and had met up with them.
The night began innocuously enough at a rooftop bar in Manhattan. They'd had a few rounds before someone suggested heading to a dance club. Carrie had already taken an interest in John and casually flirted with him. He'd responded with some flirting of his own, but it was the elevator ride that provided the impetus for the incredible evening.
The elevator cars weren't very big and, either by accident or design, John and Carrie found themselves having to wait for the next one as the rest of their group piled into the first one. It was only a few moments before the door opened to another and, after it emptied, the two of them found themselves alone for the trip down. The elevator jerked to a stop about halfway down and they instinctively grabbed each other.
It was only moments before the elevator continued its descent but that was all it took for John and Carrie to begin kissing each other hungrily. The ding of the elevator's arrival in the lobby caused them to break their lip lock. Their cheeks flushed red from a combination of alcohol, embarrassment and arousal, John and Carrie quickly made their way out to the sidewalk. The rest of the group had already piled into two taxis and again there was no room for the pair.
"Go ahead, we'll grab the next cab and meet you there," Carrie offered with John nodding in agreement.
The taxis headed down the avenue as John raised his hand to hail another. It took just a moment to get a cab to stop and John held the door for Carrie. He couldn't help but notice her beaming smile. Sliding in the cab behind her, John heard her give an address that wasn't the club.
"Where are we going?" John asked, settling into the seat, thinking he already knew the answer.
Carrie leaned into him, a hand rubbing his thigh; "I thought we'd skip the club and go back to my place."
"And do what?" John asked coyly as the cab slid into traffic.
"Whatever you want," Carrie breathed seductively before sliding her hand to John's cock and kissing him.
John kissed her back and, as his hand cupped Carrie's breast, she moaned into his mouth. Carrie took his other hand and placed it on her thigh. John took the hint and slowly slid his hand under her denim skirt. Carrie moaned again as he rubbed his fingers against the satin panties covering her mound. John's lips trailed from her mouth and down into the cleavage exposed by Carrie's low-cut blouse. His tongue traveled along the lace edge of her bra as her hands clutched him tightly to her. John continued massaging Carrie's pussy through her satin panties.
Carrie tossed her head back relishing the sensual touch on her body. It had been nearly six months since she broke up with her boyfriend and felt the touch of a man. She could feel herself soaking her panties and craving the substantial cock she was rubbing through John's shorts.
"Hey, let's go," the cabbie, grumbled as they stopped in front of Carrie's apartment.
John quickly fished the fare out of his pocket as Carrie pulled him from the taxi and up the stairs. They were soon in another elevator riding up to Carrie's apartment and continued to hungrily kiss and grope each other. The doors opened and they stumbled into the hallway. John let her go just long enough for Carrie to get out her key.
