I only lived about a mile from the garage, so it took me about twenty minutes to walk home. I was honestly surprised I could walk at all; Joe had made me orgasm more than once, and my body was still tingling when I got home.
Since I didn't know when Joe would be finished with my car, I decided I needed to do something to keep myself busy. If I didn't, I'd probably just sit in a chair and fantasize about him, so I changed into blue sweat pants and an old t-shirt and started cleaning house, putting toys away, doing the dishes, changing sheets. I even cleaned the bathroom!
But still, with everything I did, I couldn't quit thinking about Joe, how his hands had felt on my legs, how his tongue felt on my clit. When I looked at the couch I fantasized about giving him head; when I looked at the kitchen counter, I dreamed of him lifting me onto the counter so he could lick me into submission. In the bedroom I thought about having sex with him, of him fucking me in every position we could think of. Even in the bathroom I fantasized about Joe, imagining taking a shower with him, his soapy hands caressing my breasts... I had it bad!
I figured he'd call before coming out, to make sure I was ready, so I was totally taken by surprise when I answered a knock at the door and it was Joe!
"Oh!" I stammered in surprise. "I figured you'd call me!"
"I was finished, and wanted to get out of there before someone came in with something else for me to do," he answered. He stepped forward and I backed up, letting him in the apartment. He shut the door behind him and locked it, then turned to me, his eyes dark with desire. I stepped into his arms and he kissed me like there was no tomorrow, no yesterday, only today. My knees were weak as he turned his attention to my neck, nibbling and licking his way to my ear.
"You have any plans?" he whispered in my ear as I moaned. I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. "Good," he laughed. "I have a little time, and now I'm going to make you pay for being so sexy."
He slid his hands under my shirt, pulling it up to expose my breasts. I had left my bra off, and he growled to see my exposed nipples. He lowered his head to my chest, leaning me against the wall by the door. I whimpered as he teased my nipples, licking and nibbling, squeezing them gently. He paused to pull my shirt over my head, stopping while my arms were still trapped in the sleeves, held up over my head. He kissed me roughly, then returned to torturing my breasts.
Before I knew it I was trembling, cumming simply from his attention to my breasts. He held me as I moaned and tensed beneath his hands. He pulled my shirt off, releasing my hands.
I immediately set to work on his shirt, biting at his neck as I undid the buttons, then pulling his shirt open. My God! The man had the perfect chest - just a sprinkling of hair, his chest muscles well defined, his stomach flat. I moaned and bent my head to lick his chest. Now it was his time to moan as I teased his nipples with my tongue, flicking it lightly over his skin. I pulled his shirt down over his arms, then moved my hands down.
I knelt before him and placed my mouth over the bulge in his pants, blowing my hot breath over his cock. He shook slightly as his cock immediately responded. I undid his pants and pulled them and his boxers down with one movement. My hands returned to cup his ass cheeks as I licked his cock lightly.
Taking one hand, I grasped his cock in my hand and looked up at him. He looked at me with slightly glazed eyes.
"Is this what you want, Joe? Do you want me to suck you?"
His only answer was a groan and a half-nod. With my eyes still locked on his I took him into my mouth in one swift motion. He threw his head back and groaned. I used my hand and my mouth to stroke him, sucking him and licking with my tongue. I was enjoying this, listening to his moans, moaning with him in my mouth. Just when I thought he was going to cum he put his hand down and pushed me away. I mewed and tried to get my mouth back on his cock, but he grasped my arms and pulled me to my feet.
He bent over and removed his shoes and pants, then without straightening up, grabbed my sweats and pulled them down. He helped me step out of the fabric, then stood up. We were totally naked together, standing in the front hall of my apartment, yet I didn't feel at all shy. I put my arms around his neck and we moved closer, his cock pushing into my lower stomach as he kissed me again.
He picked me up in his arms and carried me down the hall to the bedroom. He set me on the bed and crawled up over me between my legs.
"I want to spend hours pleasuring you," he growled, "but I can't wait; I need you -now-."
In answer I reached into my bedside table and grabbed one of the condoms I'd bought after our first encounter; I helped him roll it on over his cock, then raised my hips to his. He reached down and slid his hard cock along my slit, teasing my clit with his head for a moment, then in one swift movement, buried himself deep inside me. I cried out and arched my back. It had been five years since I had been with a man and I wanted to weep at how good he felt in me.
He thrust into me again and again, my legs wrapped around his waist. I moaned his name with each thrust. As his thrusts began to come faster and faster I begged him to fuck me, to go deeper, faster, harder.
"Oh yeah, baby," he gasped, groaning at how good we felt together. "Cum for me baby, cum for me!" he cried, "Say my name, scream for me!"
I happily obliged him, his encouragement sending me spinning over the edge as I came for him, bucking against him.
As I screamed his name he came in me, his cock throbbing in my pussy as he came. He threw his head back and howled his pleasure, my name on his lips. We stayed that way for a moment, for an eternity, before he relaxed and collapsed beside me on the bed. I reached down and slipped the condom off, dropping it on the floor beside the bed before turning into his arms.
We stayed that way for a while, kissing and cuddling. After a while the movement of his hands became more purposeful, stroking my side, cupping my ass and pulling me closer to him. Then he pulled my leg up over his and slid his finger into my wet, aching pussy. I moaned against his mouth as he got his finger wet, then moved his hand back to my ass, stroking my asshole.
