Of course I stayed. We drifted off to the distant sound of music from some band in one of the many local pubs I later found were within walking distance of her house. “It’s a music town,” she yawned, rolling over and curling up around me. “Sort of.” And then, as her breathing grew slow and steady and I thought she was falling asleep, she murmured “I don’t normally sleep with people. Well,” she added, “You know what i mean. Like overnight. So kick me if I snore.” And with that she was gone. I watched her bare shoulder gently rise and fall against my chest, until I, too, closed my eyes, breathed in her scent for one last time that evening, and allowed myself to sleep.

The spring sunlight streamed in through a crack in the curtains we had half pulled together the night before, fell across my face and woke me. Beth lay next to me, on her back now, arms and legs stretched in four different directions. Her hair had evolved through the night into a bird’s nest of auburn improbability. I turned carefully onto my side determined not to wake her just yet and watched her. For a reason I couldn’t describe she seemed to me someone from the 1930s, slim and a little pear shaped with hair somewhere between curly and wavy, a face which had anyone wanted to be critical (I didn’t ) might have been considered slightly long, with full lips and the kind of pale skin that looked likely to burn easily in the sun. In short, I thought she was very lovely.

My determination not to wake her did not match my desire for her, as my cock was already stiffening at memories of the night before. As carefully as I could I slipped my hand beneath the duvet and touched the very tips of her nipples with the soft pads of my fingers. Beth didn’t move but her nipples quickly hardened. Slowly, I eased back the cover so her breasts were exposed then eased forward and licked gently at them. Still she lay immobile. As I kissed her breasts as they slowly rose and fell, I eased my hand down to and then over the dark triangle of hair between her legs til I could rub at the bud of her clitoris. She made a small sound but no more so I sucked one of her breasts softly between my lips and worked a finger inside her. Her hips moved fractionally against me as I pressed slowly between her legs then began to gently move in and out. Within minutes she was wet, her legs lying wide apart in the bed allowing me to pleasure her as she slept. Twice I stopped as she murmured something not quite awake but close to it and twice she drifted back into deep slumber. In the end, I couldn’t contain myself and brought my face down to kiss her into wakefulness. “What are you doing?” She smiled up at me, then, as I thrust two fingers deep inside her by now wet and willing pussy, went on “what a way to wake up,” pulling me down to kiss her now hungry mouth.

She reached down with her other hand to grab my cock and pulled on me, hard. I gasped as we kissed. “You like that,” she stated more than asked, now wanking me with long, slow strokes and reaching down at the bottom of each movement to stroke my churning balls. In one movement she reversed our positions, straddling me and rubbing herself against my prick. She pinched my nipples as I reached up to suck her tits, my hands on her arse, pulling her towards me, feeling her wet against my shaft. “Make me cum,” she instructed, “wank me with it.” I moved my left hand forward and grasped my own cock. She shifted her weight onto the flats of her feet and presented her cunt to me. “Go on,” she breathed, “wank me with your cock.” I had never before met a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and was willing to ask for it so openly; it aroused me hugely and my cock was bone hard. I moved into position and pulled my foreskin hard back then rubbed the head against her clit. She groaned, “yeh, like that.” With my other hand on her arse pulling her towards me I thrust and rubbed myself against her as she urged me “don’t stop, just there, like that” until as i bit into her breast she spasmed hard against me, reaching down to cover my hand with hers and guarantee my compliance, groaning “you’re gonna make me cum” over and over til she bit her lower lip, squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath through an orgasm that seemed to go on for minutes. And then as she opened her eyes and breathed deep and hard she pulled my cock into her and collapsed down onto me, whispering, “ now fuck me.”

I wrapped an arm around her to hold her in place and began to thrust, slowly at first then harder and faster. Her head was on my chest and her arms around my shoulders. She ground back against me, panting with exertion and pleasure. “God yes, fuck me,” she blurted, “just fuck me like that.. fuck I’m cumming again….” I was breathless and filmed with sweat. “You as well,” I told her, kissing her face, “squeeze me with your cunt.” I felt her muscles contract and the instant burst of pleasure was almost too much. She sensed it and sat up straight on me. “Like that?” She smiled, playful, “or like this?” Again she squeezed but this time sitting perfectly still on me, pinching my nipples hard. I whimpered and she slipped a hand between my legs, pushing a finger into my arse as she rode me. This time I gasped. “Better?” She teased. “You tell me,” I replied, sliding my own hand behind her and finding her anus. She frowned then began to move again. “Oh yes,” she told me, “do me like that.”

I was close, she closer. I pulled her hand from me in order to concentrate fully on her pleasure. Two fingers deep in her arse, I held her close to me and thrust my aching cock up inside her, then in and out, feeling it against my fingers, as I felt her tighten on top of me. “Oh fuck yes, oh fuck yes,” she repeated, over and over then, again, “you’re gonna make me cum,” until she exploded on me, her lips on mine, breathing hard through flared nostrils, her backside grinding against my cock and fingers, breasts flat against my chest, her wetness on my cock and balls and belly, lost in her final orgasm. It was too much for me to contain. “Fuck I’m cumming,” I told her as I spurted between her legs, my cock aflame, the sensations spreading through my body as she milked me with her grinding. I contracted at least six or seven times, each spurting causing me to cry out. She kept riding me til i had to beg her “stop, please, stop,” at which she slowed to a standstill and lay heaving on me as my cock collapsed and eventually slipped out of her, puddled in my cum and her pussy juices.

Then she looked up at me, smiled that 1000 watt smile and said, “good morning.”