I awoke with a start when the chill crept down my spine. I was alone in the bed. I had been sleeping next to a gorgeous blonde, and for a moment I wondered if I had dreamed the whole encounter with Jennifer. In fact, I wasn't even sure that I was in the guest bedroom at Phil and Lori's. Maybe I was at home in bed after a long night of drinking and a frustrating end where Jennifer and I parted ways without the amazing sex I was remembering.
I heard a loud squeak and the sound of running water quieted. I hopped up and quickly made my way toward the bathroom which was no easy feat in the darkness. I silently opened the door a crack and peeked in. All I could see was the graceful arc of Jennifer's arm as she reached for her towel. Suddenly, I had a grin that wouldn't quit and, if possible, I was harder than I'd been when Jennifer ran her fingernails over my chest. I didn't think it wise to get caught peeping at her through the crack of the bathroom door, so I wandered into the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water.
As the water filled the plastic cup, I kept having flashbacks to the incredible sex from a few hours earlier. Jennifer's fingernails digging into my skin. Her legs wrapped around my back. Her warm wetness surrounding my stiff cock. The water was at the rim of the cup when I remembered I had been filling it up. I turned the water off just before it spilled everywhere. My cheeks were so red they were practically glowing in the dark. I hurried back to the bedroom and climbed into bed, still thinking about the mind blowing sex with Jennifer.
I stretched out on the bed naked, my cock standing firmly at attention, and closed my eyes to concentrate on the image of Jennifer's naked body riding me. I remembered the feeling of her toenails digging into my legs and my hand started to inch up my thigh.
“You weren't thinking of starting with out me,” Jennifer asked quietly, a big smile on her beautiful face, “were you?”
My eyes flew open at the sound of her voice. I took in the splendor that was her naked form. She had toweled off, but there were still a few droplets of water on her collarbone. Her damp hair hung to the tips of her perky breasts and swung gently with each step she took toward me.
Jennifer climbed onto the bed between my feet. As she made her way up so that we were face to face, she ran her fingernails over every inch of my skin. When she could reach to kiss me easily, she straddled my body and rubbed her chest against mine. She kissed my passionately and as her tongue slid into my mouth, I felt her hips move against my lower abdomen.
She ended the kiss reluctantly. Her mouth and hands trailed lower. Her fingernails dug into my chest and she nipped at my nipples with her teeth. She kissed and caressed her way down my check and stomach. Tendrils of her hair tickled me in the places her mouth had just been. When she reached my cock, she looked up at me with a wicked smile.
“I don't think I can wait any longer.”
She sat up quickly and dug her fingernails into me so deeply it was almost painful. It took all my restraint not to thrust my hips up and impale her on my cock, but I was successful in letting her lower herself at an excruciatingly slow pace.
By the time my cock was buried deep inside her, she was already quaking with her first orgasm. As I felt her pulsing against my cock, I started to thrust up into her, holding her hips and keeping her body tight against mine. One orgasm after another, Jennifer kept cumming and cumming. I could feel the wetness dripping down my thighs and soaking the sheets. Jennifer leaned backward after the orgasm that made splotches appear on her chest and grabbed my calves with those crimson nails. There was no stopping it; I came deep inside of her, shooting load after load into her still shaking body.
Once again, she collapsed next to me on the bed. Her hair tickled my nose, her hand rested lightly on my hip, and we fell fast asleep.
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