<<<<<Orphan Annie's 3rd Adventure>>>>>
When I was first stirring it was the crack of dawn. Beside
me, the bed was empty, warm but empty. I rolled over, sleepily
still, in search of the wonderful man who had brought me here
last night, and he was gone. I discovered as I came to that
hugging the pillow instead simply wasn't solace enough, and I
opened my eyes to look for him.
The room was just beginning to warm--there was a soft breeze
coming through the windows and the lace curtains sighed gently.
Going to be another hot day, I thought, but where's Larry? I
listened, and there wasn't a sound. Just the warmth and the musk
scent of the sheets.
This wouldn't do! I'm not even sure where this apartment
is, I've no car, here it is 6:00 or some ungodly hour Sunday
morning, and I'm alone in a strange bed. Well, not totally
strange...the champagne bottle in the bucket looked familiar...
Then I heard a rasp from just outside the window, on the
porch, and saw the shadows change. Larry? or a cat? I
reluctantly abandoned the warmth of the covers and fumbled for a
robe I remembered being somewhere in the bedroom. A very light,
full length cotton number, but enough so that at least I could
step outside and be seen as decent. Wanton, perhaps, but
decently dressed.
There was Larry, dressed in a pair of boxers only.
Gorgeous, muscular legs came out the bottom, and this very well-
built chest was above. On top, an aquiline face was squinting at
the sunrise. I stepped behind and rested my chin on his
shoulder. "Watcha thinking, Larry?" "Dunno, just seemed the
thing to do right now." "Wanna come back to bed with me? Are
you waiting for anything?" "Naw, just maybe the sunrise." "Can
I wait with you?" "Sure, let's sit on the sofa."
With that, we sort of fell onto an old, white wicker
loveseat he had on the porch. I curled up, head on his lap, and
began to drift off to sleep again. His hand went to my waist and
I waited for the sun to warm us.
The sun was a long time coming, and I curled up even
tighter. His hand went to my butt and sort of snuggled me into a
comfortable position; I relaxed and was back asleep, very secure.
In a few minutes, though, he was moving again. "Coffee?"
"Uh, sure, so early?" "Can't watch the sun rise without coffee!"
He was gone in an instant to the kitchen and I heard the pots
rattling. It wasn't yet really warm, so when he came back I
must've jumped right onto him. I was sitting across his legs,
cupping the coffee cup and lazing against his shoulder with my
legs pulled up close.
"Larry, wanna screw?" "Yeah, maybe, but let me wake up
first." "Larry, it's better when you're waking up. Haven't you
ever awakened already linked to someone?" He shrugged, but I
noted that the boxers had a new bulge in them. I put my hand
there and confirmed that it wasn't just he fold of the fabric.
"Larry, it feels to me like you're ready now." I was
whispering, but don't know why. No one on the block was
stirring. We had the world to ourselves. His fly was gaping, so
I slipped my hand inside; Larry put his cup down and then took
mine away from me. "Here?" he said. "Sure," I purred.
He took his hand from my waist and moved it to my breast,
but outside the robe. My other hand was pinned against his
chest, so I had to release his manhood to move his hand inside
the robe. He was beginning to get the idea! I felt a warm,
coarse hand gently massage my left boob, then brush the nipple,
then cup me like the balmy Sunday morning this was. He wasn't
rushing things, and neither was I.
I looked up from my chest and saw him smiling at me. I
leaned over and gave him the first kiss of the morning. Gentle,
not even probing, just a kiss. He returned it the same way.
"Larry?" "Mmmm?" "The champagne would have been better than the
coffee..." "OK, I'll remember. You didn't get too wired yet,
did you?" "Lemme show you. Come here." A gentle squeeze and I
had his full attention, his mind and his heart following, as the
expression goes.
In fact, all I ever really wanted was a thousand percent of
his attention. I really get jealous Sunday mornings. Jealous of
the rest of the day, jealous of the telephone, jealous even of
the sunrise. Mornings are meant for me and a friend, with no
interruptions. I think he was beginning to understand, but I had
to know.
"Why'd you get up so early?" "I'm not used to someone who
sleeps like you...it felt too good...has anyone ever told you how
easy it is to share a bed with you? And I don't mean just
sexually--just that you snuggle right in and at the same time
don't push. I'm not used to that, and I guess I'm afraid of
losing it." "Larry, I'm here now. Tomorrow is tomorrow; even
this afternoon is later. Right now, I'm here. I want you to be,
too." He was caressing my nipple, now, and I was squeezing him
every once in a while, just to remind him how very "there" I was.
Last night, he had really moaned when I tongued his ears. I
tried again, a bit of a stretch for my neck from where I was
sitting, but he just leaned right into me as I licked; I got the
same reaction. Gee, was Larry's middle name Pavlov? I stretched
my legs out onto the sofa, and let the robe gap. When he opened
his eyes, the first thing he saw was my legs, and he abandoned my
breast to touch them. Here, too, he was gentle, just stroking
them at first, then slowly parting them as he moved up the inside
from my calves. I just watched his eyes, as they darted from my
face to his hand and back again. He kissed me again, and I
returned it in French. As my tongue went into his mouth, his
hand found my pussy for the fist time that morning. Ah, timing
is everything!
I let his fingers move up and down my lips, searching
gently, probing softly, for an opening. My mouth played with his
lips, and my hand by now was stroking his cock to its full
height. I shifted so my hips would be right next to his balls,
and my hand on his shaft also rubbing his stomach.
I could feel him rustling around in my fur. I was still a
very little bit tender from last night, but by no means dry! He
soon found the source of all the moisture and his fingers just
swam through it. I pulled his head down and let him know it was
time for some tongue work. It was leisurely at first, and then
he got adventuresome. Just as his head almost wholly disappeared
under the robe, the day's first car drove down the street,
stopping at the stopsign just across the road. What are these
people doing here?
Time to go inside. I pulled the robe together and stood up.
For Larry, the problem was a bit more difficult, but we made it
inside without anyone calling the rectitude enforcers.
He climbed on the bed first and turned to me as I just stood
there and waited. He beckoned and I put a knee up, allowing him
to grab my thigh and the small of my back. I let him kiss my
mouth, then down my throat and chest until the robe fell open and
I let it slide to the floor. Larry pulled me up onto the bed and
then kept going, kissing first each breast, then my belly, and
then burying himself in my forest. My god, he was good! His
tongue found and then circled my clit. It found and probed my
secret tunnel. He ran down the smooth insides of my thighs and
made me tingle from there to the top of my head. I was on my
back, his hands underneath my butt, his head between my legs. I
could just reach the back of his head with my hands, but soon
gave that up to hold my own breasts--I though I was going to
explode if I didn't!
His tongue was bobbing up and down--my back was arching in
time with his tongue. I was sopping wet down my butt and all
over the tops of my thighs. We were going to have to roll over
soon so he could get what was going to be a very wet Wet Spot!
Finally, I pulled him up, each of us panting. I rolled him
over and kissed him, then straddled him. I really like the
penetration I get this way, and after last night I wanted to try
this, too, with him. I mounted him, and felt him push the
muscles aside as he entered. Gently at first, for his shaft
wasn't totally wet and some of my contractions had already
started. His hands went to my breasts and he was just playing
with the nipples; I had never seen them so long! And I just kept
finding more and more length to him, too--I could feel him deep
inside, now, I thought he'd have to push my cervix out of the
way! I pulled up a bit, and then down again: he nested a bit
better, and got better still the time after that! Clearly, a bit
of practice and we'd really make a team!
I moved his hands to my butt, and had him stroke me there
for a change. He pulled and pushed at it, and got himself
adjusted even deeper into me. He was concentrating on me so much
he was drooling! This is the kind of attention I wanted!
We began to get our rhythm together. It's exercise like
this that keeps my thighs in shape, and I love it! He tried to
follow me as I pulled up and then down, and each time the
friction just warmed me all that much more. I could feel myself
wrapping around him, the way I do just before a really big
orgasm, and the tension was marvelous!
Then, about two strokes before I expected it, I came. It
made me start bucking up and down like a thing possessed
(probably was!), and about halfway through I could feel him begin
to spurt; for a while I wondered if he'd ever stop. Not just
once, not merely three times. Each time I could feel the
moisture practically slam up into me. He just kept coming, and I
thought I'd drained him last night after all his exuberant
pumping then!
I fell to my side, he still inside. He curled up next to
me, and we dozed. Somewhere during that time, he fell out, and I
think that's what woke me. I shook him gently, and as he came
around, I had this big smile on my face and a bit of curiosity on
my mind. "Now, Larry, isn't that better than coffee Sunday
morning?"