All you read here is true and very recent. Only our names are different and those of our friends.
Sunday Dec 22nd
I woke early facing Sharon and lay there looking at her back. She was sleeping peacefully, just a gentle sigh as she breathed. I manoeuvred the quilt down so I could get a good look at her still dressed in her red babydoll lingerie. In a very low voice, she said. "Like what you see?"
"Always." I replied.
She turned over to face me. We kissed and said good morning. "I feel horny." She said.
"Really, what can I do for you this morning."
"I think a nice slow and deep fuck would do!"
We kissed deeply, our tongues searching each other's mouths. With very little effort I rolled on top of her. I was hard and she was horny. Only one outcome!
She began lightly scratching my back as we kissed with more passion. I was pushing hard on her pussy area and she was responding by digging her nails into my back.
She reached down and pulled to one side the babydoll material between her legs. She took my cock and placed me at the entrance of her pussy. I pushed. She was wet. I slide in her easily.
She wanted a nice slow fuck and a slow fuck we did.
We had spoken during one of our Sexdeos about getting deep inside her and then just lying there, no movement, just lying there, my tool deep in her cunt. So we did. As difficult as it was, we did for a short time. Whilst deeply kissing, I caressed her breast, slightly pushing as deep as I could be, her legs wrapped around my waist.
We lay there for just a minute or so before the urge to fuck became too great for the pair of us.
We climaxed together. Nothing hasty or rough, just an easy slow fuck.
Sharon went to shower whilst I made breakfast. She returned wearing a red negligee, looking stunning. "Again?" I asked.
"No. Breakfast first." She said with a smile.
Over breakfast, I was watching her closely, dressed the way she was. We spoke about me as a young boy, learning to wank I guess. I'd read magazines and fantasise about women in see through, scantily clad clothing. And here was Sharon doing it for me, years later. "I'm happy you enjoy me." Was her answer. I certainly did and do.
We had planned that we would drive to a nearby village for lunch. It was quaint and had spectacular views across a valley, with mountains in the distance.
We started walking through the village and came across a small restaurant with outside seating. The sun was warm and we ate some stunning food and drank our way through a bottle of cold crisp white wine.
We left and looked for the area with the valley views. We sat for a while taking in the view and seeking out little villages throughout the valley. The mountains in the distance had snow covered peaks, a very different feel from the warm sun we were in.
