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"20 hours since I had my first orgasm with you in the bar; and I've enjoyed more than an orgasm an hour since." She kisses my nose.
"You sure know what you're doing, and I found what I went into that bar looking for... but you changed me." She stretches her neck looking up at me.
"Like sleeping beauty, you've awakened me; I can't let you leave until my hunger has been properly fed." Her fingernails trace random patterns on my chest, sometimes twisting the fine hair, sometimes toying with my nipples. Meander down, across my stomach, one nail, scratching with just the necessary pressure to make it exhilarating; a direct path from the base of manhood, down along the top, to my crown ridge. All 5 nails take position surrounding the head and tug, popping over the rim, lightly graze the cone to the tiny aperture, where she attempts to put her well-manicured nail into my opening.
"Brian, I need more." She squeezes my dick, rather harshly twisting. She sits up quickly, giggling.
"Let's shower and go get some waffles and bacon." I grab her sides, considering throwing her down and fucking her roughly, or tickling her and having some fun.
"Ya, I guess we should, but you're so fucking gorgeous, so scrumptious, succulent; everything I want to eat is right here; I flip her over on the bed spread her legs holding her thighs apart, I put my face into her crotch and slurp an elongated lick from her perineum to her clit. Her fingers comb through and grasp my hair.
"MMMM Brian, I'd love to have you dine-in; I could totally go again, but I really do need a break; you've fucked me really good." She lifts my face from her snatch.
"We'll resume later, I believe we're just beginning."
"You suggested buying butt plugs, so food then prepping for anal would be my current priority list."
I push out my bottom lip, feigning a big pout. She scurries to the shower, I follow.
"Geez, your voluptuous body's so frikkin hot. I love to watch your bum wiggle as you walk; I'm doubtful we can shower together without me getting down and dirty."
We soap, lather, and massage each other. She wore a shower cap because her thick hair takes an hour to dry.
After we help each other towel dry, she opens the doors to both dressing rooms.
"You'll be able to find some items that should fit, Cliff used to be thinner; pick something casual."
I locate a pair of tan slacks that Cliff must have grown out of a long time ago, a golf shirt and slip-on loafers that fit.
Chantelle reappears a few minutes later, looking like a catalogue model, highlighting the latest summer look. Wearing a pale-yellow cotton mid-thigh dress with a row of large black buttons holding the front together; yellow high heels, and a large brim woven straw hat, with matching yellow ribbon. Her red hair a striking, sexy contrast. I silently mouth the word 'WOW' getting a huge smile back.
"You make clothes look good," I move closer, I open another button, allowing a better view of the valley and inside surfaces of her bouncy boobs, my finger lingers under the cotton to arouse her nipples.
"There, a little more teasing exposure suits you, and who wouldn't enjoy seeing more of those bodacious boobs." I motorboat her chest, between her boobs.
"Bllllaaa blllabbblthht," then kiss her fully on her mouth.
"C'mon, we gotta get outta here before you rip my clothes, popping buttons." She chuckles.
"We'll take my car, that way, I know you'll have to return," she chuckles again.
"Chantelle, I can't imagine ever tiring of your exquisite, sensational body. You are spectacular in more than just appearance." I kiss her forehead.
"You'll likely have to have me physically removed, kicking, screaming, and clawing, after I've trained you and worn out my welcome."
"Brian, I'm quite sure female orifices don't wear out, so i doubt you can wear out your welcome?" She giggles, skipping ahead.
We enter her garage, there are 4 vehicles.
"Wow."
"Pick one."
"The Vette, of course." It's a red, 67 Sting Ray convertible. Chantelle plucks the keys from a board, dangles them in front of me teasingly. She assists me to put the top down. I open her door; she smiles seductively, winks, and intentionally flashes her shiny, smooth, pussy before she swings her legs into the car.
"Where to?" I ask as I drive out of the driveway.
"12th & Washington."
I squeal the tires, as I pull away. I drive the Vette hard, like I stole it. Chantelle removes her hat, places it on the floor, holding it under her foot. She shakes her head, her thick, wavy red locks flowing in the breeze, she giggles.
"Damn, you're impressive Brian, you drive as good as you fuck, with knowledge, purpose, a controlled excitement, and with style; yaahoooo!" She waves her arms high.
While eating waffles and bacon we discuss many subjects, our families; our favorite: sports, food, movies, cars, personalities, even pet peeves, etc.
"Ok, let's find an adult toy store." She wipes her mouth, drops her serviette, starts a search on her phone, and stands.
"There's one close by."
Chantelle pays with her card.
We park in the row closest to the front of the store, on the far end of the lot, beside some trees. I go around and open her door.
"I feel wicked Brian, promiscuous, I've never done anything sexual like this. I'm very horny, extremely wet." She has one foot on the pavement; I look around and see no one, so I step between her legs, pull her to the edge of the seat. I put my finger to her twat and transfer cunt juice to her rectum, smearing the wrinkled skin.
"Ohh, mmm." She widens her eyes, and inhales sharply.
"Remember why we're here." I poke my forefinger into her rear hole. She wiggles and moans, lifting her foot, leaning back against the console, closing her eyes.
"I'm gonna fuck you up the wazoo with my big dick."
"Oh Brian, do it, gawd you make me so horny."
As I assist her from the car, I nuzzle her neck, we stroll towards the store, my hand squeezing her bum. I hold the door open for her as we step in. A couple steps inside, I gasp, turning away.
