I woke with a start, from the guy I went home with pushing on me to wake up.
"I have got to pee", he had said groggily and then cleared his throat.
Sleepily, I asked, "What time is it?".
"4:45 AM", he replied gruffly.
"Are you going to breakfast", I had asked. He nodded and I told him while unwrapping my body from his "We have time for another round, if quicker than round one, before breakfast".
He seemed to wake up instantly and he had that devilish grin, that said, I know exactly what I wanna do to you and you're gonna like it. While he was using the restroom I laid on my back across the lounge in the dark, pondering everything that had happened previously in the night. I went, I conquered, and I came! A lot, I thought with a big grin. He had turned my world upside right for it felt like the first time, ever. I rolled around on the settee and breathed in his scent like a cat marking its territory. I only had two drinks so I wasn't drunk last night but I still can't remember how many times he made me come. I remember the feel of my heels pressed into his flesh and his mouth exploring my body, my pussy began to dampen. The feel of him sliding into me and the softness of his lips on mine. I remember how he reacted to me giving him head and my pussy clenched at the thought. I needed more, I wanted more. All I could think about then was... Round two! Ding-Ding-Ding rang the bell in my head.
He walked into the room and informed me it was my turn. I barely heard him, taking my time looking him over and I let what I thought, fill my eyes. The blacklights had shown me exactly how messy I was. But at that moment it was highlighting this handsome man showing all his curves, making my mouth water. The few red lights had given him an extra devilish aura. Licking my lips, I watched him walk towards me. He was about to sit down and before I could stop myself I reached out to pull him to me. Gripping an ass cheek in each hand I pulled him to me kissing the tip of his semi-hard dick. He bent slightly to grab the back of the lounge behind me. I opened up and swallowed him down. Feeling him grow in my throat had me wet. I moaned I sucked and stroked his cock with lips and tongue. He was panting and pulled me off him before I could finish him. I took that moment to stand and go to the restroom.
I cleaned myself up as best as I could and walked into the hallway and he was waiting there for me again. Like earlier, he practically launched himself at me. His lips forced mine open, his tongue was searching, exploring. His mouth was urgent on mine and his hands found my breasts, he pushed me into the wall. He used his fingers to pinch and tweak my nipples. His mouth followed suit leaving me to run my hands through his hair while he played with my tits. It felt like silk between my fingers and smelled so yummy. I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs. He came back up to kiss me less urgently this time, he took his time and made love to my mouth with his own. He pulled his mouth away from mine leaving me breathless and needing more than wanting.
He grabbed my hand and led me down the hall, this time he led me to his bedroom, at least, it was a room with a bed in it. I noticed two more doors down the hall and wondered briefly what was in there. He walked into the room first with his arm outstretched behind him yet still holding my hand. As soon as I crossed the thresh hold he spun me around, picked me up, and devoured my mouth. He just couldn't get enough of my mouth and I couldn't get enough of his. He carried me to the bed and flipped me over and without warning entered me. Pulling out he forced my legs further apart. Then his mouth was on my clit and he used his fingers to open me up. He tongue fucked me then he took me hard and fast, it was all I could do to grip on to the bedding and hold on. One of his legs was on the floor the other was propped up on the bed to get a better angle. I let out a yell when he slapped my ass unexpectedly, it made me come. He plunged in and out creating waves of pleasure within me, and waves of releases coming one after another. I felt dehydrated and I knew I didn't have much left. I begged him to finish. I could feel his rhythm changing and then he sped up and reaching around he pinched my clit and flicked it a few times. By the third time, I cried out with another orgasm. My pussy pulsing around his dick and all my juices flowing out around him and down his leg. Then he finished by filling me back up with his seed. I just laid there panting until I could move again.
He got a damp towel and cleaned me up almost methodically. Then he told me he would be right back as he went into the bathroom and jumped in the shower. I went back to the blacklight room from earlier. I put my clothes back on and got the glass he had brought me to drink from when I first got there. I did one last look around the room to admire our handiwork painted from our bodily fluids.
I found his kitchen, rinsed out the glass, and filled it up with tap water, and drank it down like a man in the desert. I refilled it and made myself at home and sat at his kitchen table looking around the room. Everything was neat, tidy, and his kitchen was cleaner than mine, amazing, I thought. He didn't have many appliances other than the microwave, toaster oven, a toaster, and coffee maker but he did have those and they were all neatly lined up and clean. I was tempted to look in his fridge to see if he had anything else to drink but I needed to replenish my lost fluids. I was comfortable but then the thought went through my head that I needed a cigarette so I went to put on my jacket and stepped outside on the front porch to smoke.
I was about halfway through my second glass of water when he popped his head out of the door, water still streaming over and down his body, I wanted to lick it off. I got lost in his eyes and it was as if they were pulling me to him we leaned towards each other until our lips met once again. I felt his towel fall and hit my feet. Shocked I pulled away and looked around really quickly. It was very dark and I realized he didn't really have any neighbors close by that could see him and this delighted me. He informed me that I could come inside and smoke that he just had the ashtrays put up because he doesn't smoke, cigarettes, that is. Leaving his towel laying on the floor he went back inside the house. I picked up the towel and followed him still holding my water and a lit cigarette. I followed him back into the kitchen and sat at the table while he took the orange juice out of the refrigerator and asked if I wanted one as well. I said, "Yes, please". Setting the ashtray on the table, he poured us each a glass of orange juice and downed his in one swallow. When he placed my glass of orange juice on the table he leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. Then headed back towards his bedroom to get dressed. Boy, I loved watching him walk away he had a nice ass. I downed the rest of my water, finished my cigarette, and sipped on my orange juice. I was walking down the hall toward the bathroom to relieve myself of all the water and orange juice that I had swallowed in one gulp when he came out of his room. I grinned and dipped into the bathroom, before, we had another roundabout of kissing. I didn't want to pee myself.
I relieved myself, washed my hands, and rinsed my mouth. Once I was finished I open the bathroom door and yet again he was waiting for me. This time he had a gleam in his eyes there was a playfulness there. Thinking quickly I lunged at him, throwing him off guard, he hit the wall and gripped onto my ass, haphazardly catching me. I used his shoulders as a vault and lifted myself as I threw my legs around him. Giggling, I said, "This has become quite the popular spot". Kissing him some more I nibble and suck on his lips. He whispered across my lips, "ready for round 3 already?"
I unwrapped myself from around him and with a giggle said, "nope, need energy, need food, let's go" and I headed for the door. I thought about putting my mask from earlier that night back on and decided I would go without. He followed grabbing his keys, jacket, socks, and shoes. He called out to me when he got to the porch, I turned and he threw the keys at me, I caught them. He said, "you drive", and then he got into the truck on the passenger side. He put his socks and shoes on, while I drove. I had pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Then, I had turned on the radio and flipped through random stations until I came across "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica. Jamming out, I didn't notice that he was watching me with awe.
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