As our breathing settled, Lacey let go and stretched her arms above her head and her legs out wide and flat, coaxing my spent shaft from her sex. She opened her eyes and looked at me with a smile of contentment. "You're not bad for an old man."
I exhaled sharply and rolled off her to my side, gently cupping her tits with one hand. "Well you're not bad for a young kid," I chuckled.
We cuddled in silence for twenty minutes or more, and of course that's when I began to think, as good as it felt, that this was probably a mistake. What would be the implications.... now and for our eventual return to the 'real world?' What would be the consequences?.........
As if reading my mind, Lacey stretched again and sat up. "I'm not fertile, James, if that's what you're worrying about. Don't get all weird on me, we're just passing time here." She got up and began pacing again, completely naked, and that's when I noticed the hysterectomy scar. "I had an ovarian cyst a few years ago, just before I started this job; they took out everything that works." Before I could respond, she noticed my cum was dripping down her inner thighs and she went in the bathroom to wipe up. I propped some pillows against the headboard and sat up, pulling a sheet across my mid section. When she returned she planted herself at the foot of the bed, sitting cross-legged. "So how long have you thought about fucking me?"
"Actually, not until you bent over in that towel this afternoon and showed me everything you have."
"I doubt that. I bet you've looked at me around the office and jerked yourself off at night over the idea."
"Not really."
"You're a friggen liar."
"Nothing personal, Lace...."
"Lacey," she corrected.
