Charlie stood up, his fingers wet with her juice, her musky smell making him dizzy with anticipation. His hands ran up her legs and butt, lightly over her body, her back and then reached for her heavy breasts. He felt her tight nipples with satisfaction and squeezed them hard, smiling gently as she gasped. She was so responsive - he loved the way she had cum within minutes, her entire body shuddering with passion. He also enjoyed the way her pussy pulsated as she came, almost squirting juice. This was one fine woman...
"Jess," he whispered, and turned her toward him, kissing her neck and face. He pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply, and his hands traveled to her butt and squeezed them hard. Her kisses were urgent, her tongue darting between his lips and she pulled his shirt out of his pants and he felt her scratching his back lightly fumbling under the cloth. He kissed back with raw passion, the heaviness of her breasts against his chest adding to his sensory pleasure. He smelt her perfume, her body and her hair, as his tongues touched soft lips and then touched hers with anticipation. They stood there for countless moments it seemed, as they clung to each other with desperate pleasure, and their hands explored.
Suddenly, she pulled away, and looked at him with a slight smile. Then, just as suddenly, she reached for his shirt and ripped it open, the buttons popping as she did so.
He gasped at the violence, and then grinned," All you had to do was ask,"
"More fun this way, baby" she giggled, pulling off the shirt and tossing it to the ground. He looked at her in the dim light, and enjoyed her breasts as they bounced slightly. She was still in her heels, and her legs looked exotic in them. He moved to pull her closer, but she pushed him away.
"No way, kiddo," she said sternly, still smiling," Not until you take off your pants." She stood with her hands on her hips, legs slightly apart showing her pussy off well," I need to see some skin, buddy."
He grinned, kicking off his shoes and socks and pulling off his pants, he said," Good enough?" He still had a pair of soft, gray cotton boxers on, his cock making a tent of it. It felt good to be out of his clothes, and he felt the cool breeze in his boxers. His testicles were loose and hanging free, almost swinging.
"Good enough, I'll take over now," she said, as she reached for him. They kissed, their bare bodies touching for the first time, raising goosebumps in shock. He felt her nipples against his chest and he moaned, his own nipples hardening in response. She grasped his butt cheeks through the boxers, and squeezed them hard, and then scratched his back gently. He pulled her closer and they started to grind against each other's groin, still kissing as they moaned with pleasure. He felt his cock explode in hardness, yearning to be squeezed, touched, stroked. She seemed to sense it, and reached between their bodies, into the boxers. She grasped the base of his cock hard and moved up his shaft, still squeezing hard. They kept kissing deeply, and he was now in a frenzy, scratching her back lightly. Her hand moved up his cock and got to his head, and she was gentler now, touching him softly.
"You are uncut ..." she said suddenly, surprised.
