Kate
I feel tired but sleep does not reach me. Feeling the warmth of sleeping Archie next to me, I lie facing him and listen to his slow breathing. The cool air coming in from the window does not bother me now with him next to me, his warmth seems to radiate and fill the whole bed. It has been so long since I had anyone sleeping with me, I had forgotten how warm it makes me feel.
My body still remembers with an mouth-watering ache the unbelievable events on the previous day. As I look at Archie's gorgeous figure next to me, I remember him at the beach, looking so magnificent in his small speedos, the delicious anticipation of the whole day and the feeling of finally kissing him and the feeling of his hands on my body sending waves of pleasure through me. I can remember the press of his tight body against mine when he was on top of me, the weight of his muscular body felt safe, and allowing him to be in control felt right. In the dark of the room I can feel the heat on my cheeks as I remember him forcing my head up with my hands behind my head, seeing his cock sliding into me, again and again, his body on top of me, and the grateful feeling of approaching release when his initially irritatingly slow thrusts began to speed up, coming faster and faster, me meeting each of his in perfect sync with him, the waves and the sunset.
I smile in the darkness as I remember the rest of the evening. I don't really understand what got into me when I leaned in to kiss Christine. A spur of the moment, with the fine wine and my inhibitions slightly lowered and my body feeling daring from the trip to the beach. It wasn't my first kiss with a woman, and there even was some more serious stuff back when I was a student, but that was a long time ago. I had forgotten how soft the lips of a woman feel compared to strong, rough lips and face of a man. And feeling Christine's kisses down there, with Archie next to me, looking at my excitement, looking at Christine licking my bare pussy, it was wonderful, naughty, sensual.
I wonder how it would feel to have Archie's lips pleasure me, to feel his tongue explore my pussy.
I realize that these thoughts have made me hot again, I can feel getting slippery and wet, and even after everything that happened on the day before, it seems my body still craves for more touches. The long dry season finally over, it seems my body is like the desert receiving the first drops of rain.
Remembering the shower with Archie after we came upstairs, I think about his slippery, soapy hands as they washed my back, the shudders they sent through me when they washed my legs and my belly and my breasts, lingering there, playing with my erect nipples. And as I returned the favor, washing his body, his perfectly muscled legs, his wide back and his smooth chest. I think about his total lack of body hair, and I am further turned on. It seems wherever my touch goes, it is smooth, delicious skin. Even his cock and his balls are shaved. I do not object men with hair, but with Archie, it seems he is confident without hair and the maybe the confidence more than anything else is appealing.
All sleepiness has now left me with these thoughts. I look at Archie next to me, sleeping, and I would like nothing more than to wake him up with a kiss and ask him to make love to me again. I think about the short time we will only have together, after this night he is here only for three more nights, then gone maybe forever. Already I am sad at the thought of losing him so soon after finding him, and I am cursing at the days that I missed my opportunity earlier on the week to try to talk to him, get to know him, maybe we could have had more time together. But I hesitate to touch him now, he looks so content and tired, maybe he wants just to sleep.
I turn on my back next to him, and move closer, so that my shoulder is next to his hand, touching the warm skin. I spread my legs and pull up my knees slightly, so that my right leg is touching his left one, and I bring my left hand on my belly, with my right hand on my thigh. I imagine his warm, strong, heavy hand on my belly, moving slowly, side to side, then up and down. Slowly, moving closer to my breasts, I move my hand and imagine it to be Archie touching me. Now I move my right hand on top of my wet pussy and imagine his cock there, ready to enter me, pulsing, delicious thick head on my pussy lips, teasingly close. My left hand is now on my breasts, touching my sensitive nipples.
With Archie's sleepy breathing as my guide, I start to move my finger inside me, as slowly as he fucked me on the beach at first. I am so wet and aching for it to be Archie, not me. After a while I start pushing two fingers inside me, then three, but it doesn't feel the same as his dick. I am now almost crazy with lust, with desire to have him move inside me and make me explode again.
I stop. I want it to be him, I do not want to do it myself. Not when I have him here with me.
I turn back to face him, looking at him at the faint light coming in from the open window. He is on his back, sleeping naked same as me, and I can see the outline of his cock under the sheet. It is so close.
I raise my hand from under the sheet, and slowly, very slowly I take my hand above Archie's cock. Now my hand is just inches away, and I am taking it closer.
Finally with just the tip of my finger, I delicately brush the head of his cock through the sheet. He does not wake up, but I can notice his cock twitch a little. I repeat the touch, and his cock twitches again in his sleep. Again. And again. I can see his cock growing now, bigger, more eager, pulsing and straining the sheet. Again. I can feel his member is hard now, and the desire to grab it and squeeze is stronger than ever. But I resist. He is still asleep, and now part of me is wanting to find out how long I can continue until he wakes up. And I think when he wakes up, he maybe won't be too angry at me. Or maybe he will be angry at me, and punish me? The thought of him taking control, punishing me seems to release a new flow of juices inside me. How long can I resist waking him up?
A thought and a plan now enters my mind. I sit up, looking at Archie. The edge of the sheet covering us is reaching the middle of his chest. I grab the edge and slowly, carefully I pull it up. With infinite care, I try not to wake him as I expose his body. His cock is still hard, now not anymore bound by the sheet, it is facing to the ceiling. I let go of the sheet, setting it onto his legs, and slowly, I bend closer, wanting to kiss the end of his cock.
I touch the head of his cock with my tongue and he stirs in his sleep, but still does not wake up. Amazing, but so erotic. In the faint light I can see a clear drop of pre cum in the end of his penis, and I touch it again with my tongue. The taste is at the same time salty and sweet, and delicious, intoxicating. I spread his taste on my waiting lips and slowly I place a kiss on his cock.
My lips do not want to leave and I open my lips wider, with my mouth now also wet with expectation of having Archie in me. I part my lips and slide more of him into my mouth. He again moves in his sleep, but still, he does not wake up. The head of his cock is now in my mouth, and I take care not to squeeze it too much, trying to keep my mouth as loosely on his dick as possible, to keep him asleep as long as possible. This seems like a game now. How much of his cock can I take into my mouth, and for how long until he inevitably will wake up?
As I start to move my head up and down, I realize I cannot, without waking him up for sure, close my lips on his shaft, and my saliva is running down his penis and making it all slippery and wet, running down on his balls and belly. Just a few movements though, and now I feel him awaken.
