Perfect Saturday Morning

This morning I woke up with your cock inside of me. Long slow strokes inside me….I moaned with pleasure and started arching back onto you. One of your arms was underneath me with your hand between my legs stroking my clit; the other arm was wrapped around me with your hand playing with my breasts. You were kissing my shoulder and neck. It felt so incredible and when I moaned, you said “good morning, baby”. Mmmm….. Good morning to you too.
I lifted my leg and draped it backwards over your hip and you begin to thrust more intensely. I start to cum, oh god, cumming is so easy with you… your fingers rubbing my clit and the way your cock hits all the good spots inside. I know what you’re feeling inside me….the heat and the way I get so wet when I cum and I know you will cum now too. My slit is soaked and I feel you grab my hips so you can slam yourself into me. Your familiar grunts and moans send me over the edge and I clench on you….. Mmmm….. Love morning sex.

We lay there snuggled together. Your cock softening inside me, our combined juices leaking onto our skin and the bed. *sigh* I will need to change the sheets again. We should buy them in bulk and get an industrial size laundry system. You laugh at me - when you were single you never changed the sheets. I said, I know - what a pig! You laugh and snort into my neck. Coffee? You ask. Please - I’ll be in the shower.

I run the water while I brush my teeth and then get in to do all the boring girl stuff - shaving and special scrubs. The door opens and there you are with my coffee cup. I take a sip and you put it on the counter. Then you step inside the shower with me. Kissing me deeply with the taste of toothpaste. Soaping each other and shampooing and teasing and then clean and dry. I know you want sex again, but I am hungry. And you always take me for breakfast on Saturday.

It’s a short drive to the diner. We always sit in the corner booth and sit side by side. Before I met you I never understood why couples sat next to each other in restaurants - why not across from each other where you can make eye contact? Now I get it. I love feeling your body next to mine and I love being able to stroke your thigh or press my breast against your arm. We chat and make fun of the neighbour - that damn Karen that lives next door. Always complaining if the grass is a quarter inch too high or if you don’t retrieve the garbage cans the exact second they get emptied. I suggest that she may need your sexual services, but you fear that your member might fall off. Hmm…. Well we can’t have that.

Why is it that when I’m with you in public, I have trouble keeping my hands off you? You have such a buttoned up look to you, maybe even a little nerdy. Blind as a bat without your glasses and looking so reserved. On the outside you look nothing like the man I know. It’s like you’re my own private secret - you are the most sexual man I know and one touch from you can make me squirm with anticipation. I know what secret hides beneath your clothes - the beautiful furred chest and that line of hair that leads to your thick dark cock. Just thinking about it makes me drop my hand to your lap so I can find that cock and trace the sweet outline through your jeans. I lean closer to you and let the hard nipple of one breast press against your arm. You whisper to me that you love it when I touch you and that as soon as we are done with breakfast, you are going to take me home and fuck me. Mmmm….then let’s eat!

You make me pay the cheque as you need to get to the car as quickly as possible. I believe you said it was my fault for giving you an erection in a restaurant and so you are fine with waiting for me in the car. I pay and join you. Leaning over to your side, I kiss you - deep and passionate. I love your mouth. My hand finds your cock again and I unzip your pants. Your cock springs out and I wrap my hand around it. Kissing you and stroking you. The tip of your cock is wet and I rub my thumb over it. You tell me I’m a bad girl and I tell you to drive.

I keep my hand on you all the way home. I try not to be too distracting and watch the road for you too. We get home and you pull your t-shirt over your gaping zipper. You make some comment about Karen - something about heart attacks and cocks. I don’t really know what you said because I am unlocking the door and throwing my purse on the floor. And then you are beside me. You are tearing off my clothes and I am struggling to get your clothes off too. And then I am bent over the couch and you are in me and fucking me and your balls are slapping my thighs. Your hands are on my hips driving yourself into me. Rub your clit you tell me and I do . Oh god, you are so hot - my sweet naked secret. Your cock almost hurts me, you are so deep in me and I am cumming and saying your name over and over again. You are moaning and telling me how tight I am, what I good fuck I am and how you are going to cum and you do…. Spurting, filling me, cum leaking down my thighs….

You rest briefly on my back.. .you are hot and sweating….I can feel your heart beating against my back. Then standing you pull me around to you and you kiss me. You pick me up in your arms and I snuggle against you while you carry me back to the bedroom.

What a perfect Saturday morning.

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Hey I have a nosy neighbor too! And I'm nerdy. Glasses and all. Oh baby! What amazing writing you do, how lucky you are to have a guy that does it for you so well, and how lucky he is to have you. Sizzling hot! Oh yeah, and I like Saturday mornings too ...
 
I don't care if you can't knit, cook, sew or even operate a washing machine. I don't care if your idea of housework is to hire a cleaner once a week. You're perfect.

He is somewhat of an enigma, though. At first he comes across as Tarzan without the vines and the annoying chimp - very rugged, hard and uncomplicated. But then, at the diner, he is suddenly more Clark Kent and even sticks you with the tab! But then he's Tarzan again once you get home.

Well, whoever he is, he's a lucky, lucky guy and we're lucky he lets us share you with him.
 
amazing thoughts and writing skills,
well done and keep writing and sharing with us.
 
An openly appreciative audience brings out the best in a partner. I think that you're describing that appreciation on both sides. You guys are an inspiration.
 

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