0 comments/ 34747 views/ 6 favorites Deja's Surprise By: macol My first full day in South Africa headed toward its end and aware I had felt very lonely exploring the town, its shops and wandering along the beach, I questioned the wisdom of three weeks seven thousand miles from London. Shops closed and too early for dinner at my hotel, I killed time in 'Deja's' -- its owner's abbreviation of 'Déjà vu' -- an apt name for a bar unintentionally stuck in the early nineteen fifties in England except for twin high-mounted plasma screens at the L-shaped bar's vertical stroke ends. Respectively tuned to cricket and rugby, they and several gambling machines at the far end of the bar's vertical pandered to the mostly male Afrikaans patrons' loves of sport and gambling as they gossiped in a mixture of Afrikaans and English and indulged their other evident passion, downing copious amounts of lager. Sitting sideways on my stool at the end of the bar's horizontal gave perfect views of the rest of the bar, street below and a lone figure sitting at the corner table on my left drowning sorrows in her fourth short within half hour. Ordered from the Afrikaans sports fan section, I had been unable to hear her accent and assumed she was a local Afrikaans or from Johannesburg staying at her holiday home, more likely parents' judged by her youth. Short jet-black hair, ebony eyes, beautiful round featured face, stunning figure -- obvious charms aided by skimpy shorts and a tight, backless, halter neck top revealing her light gold tan leaving little to imagination -- made it impossible not to notice her and heavy drinking and evident sadness ensured I did. She strutted over to order her next drink in hearing distance at the far end of my part of the bar, I muttered, "English," under my breath, waited for her to settle at her table and casually wandered over to it. "Excuse me," I began. "I'd have come to say it anyway but heard your English accent when you ordered that drink, your fifth in rapid succession, and it makes it easier. I don't know how well you know this country or want to scare you but it has a very high crime rate, first full day here and I've heard a long list of serious crimes in this small seaside town. I've only seen Xhosa in the taxis, no Afrikaans, they're all minibuses based up a side street by an off-licence and there was a crowd of drunks sitting around when I walked past less than an hour ago. It's risky for a girl to wander UK streets alone at night, far more so if she's drunk and fifty times more so here. You can't hail a cab UK-style and I hope you don't intend walking to your hotel. Do you have a safe means of getting there or is someone collecting you?" Ebony eyes fixed on my face, widened briefly, narrowed as a lone feathery eyebrow flickered upward and made a swift return journey from my face to my feet. Slightly curled lips betrayed amusement in her otherwise blank expression. "Most original chat-up line I've ever heard, tells me I'm drunk and puts on a guardian angel act, feigned interest in my safety not body." "Not an act or feigned," I growled. "I said I'd have come to say it anyway but you're English, alone, beautiful, scantily clad, getting plastered and I'm concerned. Most guys in here are tanked up, they've all noticed you, you've put down a few, one may try it on when you leave and there are all the risks outside. I'm a cop in the Met, know what happens in London and that far worse happens here." "Ooh, want to wrap the long arm of the law round my bod in a wholly unofficial capacity," she teased straight-faced. "Thanks for your compliment," She flashed a smile and promptly growled, "Prove you're a cop." I reached for my wallet and flashed my warrant card. "Detective Chief Inspector Gregory Harrison is a high-flyer to be that rank at his age." She winked impishly. "Lousy cop at surveillance, glances weren't subtle, ogled my bod more than my drinking, haven't proved fancying me wasn't a major part of your equation in coming to my table. I'm Lisa, Lisa Adams, or do you want me to prove it, Gregory or Greg?" "No," I confirmed. "It's 'Greg' and how will you get to where you're staying?" "Hadn't thought about it, don't need to now, my guardian angel, DCI Greg Harrison, will be very happy to escort me on the long walk to the Bay Hotel." She flashed a smile. "Get your drink and come and sit down." "Thanks. I'm at the Bay too, three weeks, only other five-star on offer in the UK was twice the price but it's the same here, checked this morning." I collected my drink and settled into the chair opposite her on my return. "How much did fancying me weigh in playing guardian angel and how pleased are you that the same hotel means you can indulge your fancy if I let you?" Lisa asked. "Honest answers." "Are you always so direct, Lisa?" I grunted disapprovingly. "I said twice I'd have come over anyway. You're beautiful, stunning, and I fancy your looks, what man wouldn't? We've just met, I don't know if I fancy your direct and feisty personality but I'd like to discover the less full on version if there is one and find out if I do." Lisa flashed a smile. "Thanks for your compliments and honesty. Always direct, believe you were concerned, good guy not just that you're a cop, knew you fancy me, wanted to know its part in your equation." "Thanks. You're not an inveterate boozer; dare I ask why you're hitting the bottle?" Lisa shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "Lost my virginity to my boyfriend at sixteen, lived at eighteen, past five years, first his then mine, booked and paid for this holiday six months ago, he moved out and in with a blonde tart he'd obviously fucked for months five weeks ago. I had the tickets, decided to come alone, first night, felt sorry for myself, saw this bar and decided to get pissed but it's not easy; I can hold my drink." She looked me up and down and frowned thoughtfully. "No wife or girlfriend, I'm amazed the handsome sexy hunk hasn't been snapped up." "I'm sorry about your boyfriend," I whispered sympathetically. "Same boat sort-of, all work and no play led to Jenny divorcing me last year, no holiday for ages, decided to come and see how things have changed since apartheid ended and Mandela came to power, enjoy the climate, see the wildlife and so on. Well, no big five this side of the mountains or hundreds of kilometres beyond, preferred a coastal town to being stuck in a reserve. Fourteen rand to the pound helped." "I'm sorry," Lisa said apologetically. "Hope you learnt your lesson, neglected wives play away or realise they're effectively single and may as well be in reality." She winked impishly. "Two lonely souls far from home who fancy each other, out of practice divorced good guy doesn't know how to deal with the girl now he's met her, especially now he knows staying at the same hotel means avoidance will be difficult and he can't just say 'Bye' and beat a retreat." "Sums it up, I guess," I muttered absent-mindedly. Lisa's ebony eyes fixed on me and she opened fire, a Kalashnikov at full burst. "Twenty-three, five foot eight, metre seventy-three, corporate law solicitor, own my flat in Islington, direct, honest, loyal, not a bitch, say what I feel, get it off my chest, well, braless 36Cs that grip your attention, only had sex with my ex, uninhibited, oversexed horny bitch, no pubes, all over fake tan, pussy is the only pink skin." She paused briefly to suck air. "Same hotel, I'm here for three weeks, you leave the day before me, so two options. First, dating but good guy won't make a move on me until he's sure it won't be rebuffed or is so desperate he takes the risk, so I'll have to take the lead. As to that and assuming we don't fall out, after first base, French kisses, no second, touching up my boobs, or third, fingering or eating my pussy with or without me giving you a hand or blowjob, straight to a homerun, get naked and make love, no holds barred; second and third tease, want them, reality is wanting a homerun. Second, room share, straight to a homerun, really get to know each other by being lovers, keep the spare room tonight and tomorrow and if we're still lovers the next morning, vacate it and try to get a refund. We can survive in a room as ex-lovers or be an item when we get back to the UK if we remain lovers." "Definitely very direct," I grunted. "All rattled off at Mach One, I didn't expect the stats, pube or pussy info and certainly didn't a room-share proposal." Lisa scowled and narrowed her eyes. "Despite reservations about my personality, you have major hots. It's mutual, I didn't intend a relationship and don't want a vague platonic or sexual one that'll fizzle out when we hit UK soil. We'll make or break fast in a room share, make it to departure day, I live in London, you're in the Met so you do too, live together there and see where it leads." She paused and hinted a smirk. "I'm being practical, cutting out all the crap, never made such an offer before, only open for acceptance for the next thirty seconds, so chicken and pussyfoot or cock and pussy freely available in a room share?" "Practical," I conceded. "Just very surprised you made the room share offer, which I accept. I'm twenty-six, six foot, metre eighty-three, ex and I lost our virginity to each other, not had sex with anyone else, own my flat in Putney, eight and a half inches, twenty-two centimetres, circumcised." Lisa burst into giggles. "Wow! Inched out of your shell to accept and more to be direct, took a leaf out my book, didn't expect the cock info and I'll know if you were boasting soon enough but doubt it -- definitely not a midget stirring when you came over to my table. Islington to Putney is only a tube ride, easy to live at yours or mine if we're lovers on departure day, makes sorting us out here far more important." She stood up. "Okay, time to walk me back to my room and hit a homerun." "You don't waste time," I said and laughed. "Hearings are over in a flash if the corporate law involves any advocacy." "Very rarely," Lisa confirmed. "Mostly disposals and takeovers, I tell the other side my bottom line at the outset, always higher than instructed and I expect, avoid all the haggling. Clients are delighted by better deals than they instructed, cash or goodies rewards, and I've gained a 'Rather have her for me than against' reputation, not bad given a recent newcomer as a qualified solicitor and my age. I use hard nose no pussyfooting and sex appeal with male adversaries, who think I don't know their nickname for me is 'BVBW' for 'Bitch Virgin Black Witch' -- tough cookie, rebuff advances, hair colour and cast spells to get terms they sure didn't intend agreeing." She winked impishly. "Cast a spell on you; put my pussy on your menu tonight." Lisa's directness and feistiness disappeared on our walk back to the hotel; she held my hand and chatted amiably, asked me about myself, told me about herself and gave me an insight into what made her tick. "Come in," Lisa snapped when I remained in the corridor. "Our room, remember?" I walked in, closed the door and muttered, "All so sudden." Lisa sighed loudly. "Really thinking 'Does she know what she's doing?' Yes! Lawyer, compos mentis, not tipsy let alone pissed, no chance you'd take advantage of the BVBW. You're nervous as hell, maybe this'll help." She reached behind her neck, undid the bows of her top and slid it down to her waist. "Pair of pale gold 36Cs complete with rock hard nipples for your delectation, not surprised by twin bullets, I feel very horny." Shorts unzipped, a swift swipe of her hand and shorts and top fell to her ankles. "Miniscule see-through thong, bare bum," she turned round and back turned slowly. Bows on her hips untied, she whipped away her thong and threw it on the bed. "This is me, all I am outwardly, what you see is what you get, do you like it?" "Strewth, you're naked," I gasped. "Observant and evasive," Lisa barked. "You didn't answer my question." "Of course I do," I retorted. "Very beautiful head to foot, stunning figure, fantastic boobs, firm, supple, perfect mounds, wide browny areolas and prominent nipples, just the way I like them, absolutely gorgeous, no pubes, cute pussy cleft, curvaceous hips, pert round bum, slender and very long legs, a golden Venus. Rear view emphasises your figure, straight lines tapering inward from armpits to slim waist, curling outward over your hips and cute little bum and legs that go on forever. You'd make a fortune as a model." Lisa giggled. "Wank mag pic one for guys to ogle while they bash the bishop at the mo. Come out your shell more, that's good. Obviously like my bod, didn't expect a detailed reply. It's your turn to get naked. Shower before sex -- fresh and clean, break the ice soaping each other, who knows where it'll lead? I believe you've only had sex with your ex, am on the pill, won't get preggers, hate condoms and you won't need them unless you don't believe I've only had sex with my ex or think I'll use you as a sperm donor to put me up the duff. Period-wise, came off two days ago, won't ovulate for around twelve and come on again until I'm in the UK." I undressed nervously, somewhat clumsily and felt I was dreaming. Underpants gone, trying to hide my raging hard-on was pointless. "Mmm," Lisa murmured softly and licked her lips suggestively. "Didn't boast about length, great girth, circumcised just as I like, gorgeous swollen purply bell-end, deliciously long and fat, can't wait to feel him hard, hot and throbbing in my throat, pussy and bum, he'll make Lisa a very happy bunny, sure as hell don't want him sheathed in a Frenchie. Oh, I swallow in blowjobs, love the taste of cum and get a buzz knowing it's in my tummy." "Direct as usual, glad you approve, thanks for your compliments. I feel a prat standing here with a stiffy but am very glad to hear you can't wait for some oral. I love the taste of pussy and get a buzz knowing I've swallowed all the juices." Lisa shook her head. "Really come out your shell. Silly to feel a prat, not the type to get a stiffy on sight of a naked female bod, I'd be very disappointed if first sight of mine hadn't prompted a hard-on, shows you sexually desire me and we've no future if you didn't. You'll be used to seeing my naked bod in a couple of days, no instant stiffy on sight of it. Glad you enjoy oral. I adore it and you can eat pussy to your heart's content." She walked over and took my hand. "Shower, soap and explore each other's bod." As soon as we stepped in the shower, Lisa reached down to tuck my throbbing pole between her legs, closed them tight, threw her arms round my neck, pressed her body into mine and kissed me. It began as a soft peck on the lips and rapidly progressed to harder contact, her tongue easing into my mouth, exploring it gently and building up to frenzied exploration. Her breathing deepened, her hips circled rhythmically, sliding my steeled tool between her very wet pussy lips, juices not shower water. She suddenly stood on tiptoes, wriggled briefly, my swollen bell-end found the entrance to its awaiting sheath, she dropped back onto her feet and I felt my rod slide into its warm, wet, tight sheath as easily as a knife through warm butter. Once there, she whispered, "Don't come, blowjob first," her hips circled slowly and I felt her virginally tight, stretched and filled to capacity, pussy tighten and relax its muscles, gripping and releasing my throbbing pole. She broke the kiss, pulled away and growled "Loosen up, damn it! I can tell you're a good kisser and wanted to kiss properly, so do it. I united our bodies, put your cock in my pussy, as a man and especially a cop you know I'd be guilty of rape not you, I did it because I want it inside me and provided you do too, relax, give and make love." Anger left her voice. "This won't work until you twig I signalled no barriers and give vent to fancying, lusting, liking or whatever you feel for me, Greg." Lecture over, Lisa withdrew my rod from its temporary home and soaped my chest, working slowly down to my frustrated, pulsating protuberance, caressed it gently with sudsy hands, knelt and soaped down to my feet. Suds rinsed off, she kissed the tip of my rock-hard cock and around its bell-end softly, wrapped her lips around it and eased it and its throbbing shaft back into her throat, licking and tasting each new intake. I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair. Her tongue gradually accelerated from snail's to cheetah's pace, licking, tasting and exploring my stiff member sliding between her lips, building up to withdrawing all but the bell-end before plunging it full length into the depths, lips pressed into my pubes. A lot to swallow, I marvelled at her fucking her mouth and throat with it so hard and fast but she made it seem easy. It drove me crazy, she felt my first jerk, pumping my cock into her mouth and her tongue slowed to snail's pace to stop me coming and, when she felt it was safe to accelerate, she gradually built back up to cheetah's speed. I lost count of the teases before no slowing, more speed and frenzy, Lisa grabbed my bum, slid a finger into it and her lips pressed hard into my pubes as the first high-pressure jet of hot, milky, cum shot into her throat. She pulled back, pushed hard into my pubes again for the second jet and pulled back and pushed hard until my load was spent. "Mmm," wafted up from my groins and through the dying moments of my now less than steeled rod's jerks. Lisa licked and sucked as she slowly withdrew my cock. "Mmm," she murmured again. "Yummy cock, yummier blasts of delicious cum, all in my tummy now." She looked up at me, smiled, reached for my cock, held it, gave it a close visual examination and kissed it. "I'm very glad I met you, you're absolutely gorgeous. I adored having you in my mouth, will adore having you up my pussy again for a proper fuck and will adore having you up my bum." She looked up at me again. "Quickie in my book and not my full repertoire, no comparisons with your ex, just rating of blowjob skills out of ten, please." I grinned. "Fifty. Marvelled you swallowed all my shaft and what you did with it was fantastic. A fabulous blowjob, best ever, you're an expert." Lisa winked impishly, smiled, stood up, threw her arms round my neck and buried her tongue in my mouth. "Mmm, that was s-o-h good," she breathed excitedly. I grinned like a Cheshire cat when I broke our kiss. "Not good, it was the best, Lisa." Lisa giggled. "Shower broke the ice and caused a major thaw, you've finally relaxed." "I guess," I mumbled. "Time I soaped you and enjoyed my pre-dinner hors d'œuvres, an ample tasting of your cute and deliciously tempting pussy." "Not compulsory but it'd be hugely appreciated and so would a tad of clit-fingering and finger-fucking." My sudsy hands lingered on Lisa's breasts, caressed and explored her delicious, perfect, mounds and delighted in their firmness and suppleness while my fingers explored her hard nipples. Suds gone, I kissed each in turn, drawing them between my lips and sucking them as my tongue circled her delicious browny areolas. Soaping resumed, I inched my hands down to her navel, let the suds wash off and kissed and tongued her navel as I sat down. I reached up to soap her pussy, caressed its lips, eased my soapy finger back and forth between them and waited for the suds to rinse away. Soap gone, I softly kissed the first hint of pussy cleavage below her navel, kissed lower, parted the cleavage with my tongue and found her awaiting, swollen, clit. While my tongue licked, sucked and tasted her clit and caressed it with ever changing direction, pace and pressure, I slid my middle finger into her warm, wet, pussy and eased it slowly in and out, a gentle fuck. Lisa pushed down on my finger and whispered, "More fingers, please." I added a second, third and finally my little finger. "Mmm," Lisa murmured sexily. Her hips circled faster, rose and fell, pumping my fingers up and down her tight, slippery, pussy, her clit swelled more and her delicious juices flowed freely. I backed off to stop her coming, sensed she wasn't in the mood for teases and launched into my final crescendo, tongue and fingers driving her clit and pussy crazy. Her hips bucked and pressed down forcing my fingers deep into the tightness, almost a fist fuck. "Oh, yes, oh, oh, oh!" Lisa yelled. Deja's Surprise I withdrew my fingers from their delicious, welcoming, cavern, soaped her inner thighs, legs and feet, put my head back, kissed her clit softly, a little harder and brought my tongue into play as she moved forward to stand over me. No finger-fuck, just eating clit, short meal, Lisa's hips went crazy and she yelled, "Oh, fuck!" Her voice softened. "Don't stop, next orgasm in a sec, bigger, better and multiple, blow my brains out." She pressed harder, yelled, "Oh, fuck!" again and pulled away. "Mmm, s-o-h good, delicious, three singles and a final mind-blowing multiple orgasm are enough for now, more in our after dinner all-nighter." I eased back from between Lisa's legs, stood up and kissed her. "Glad I passed muster." "And some; pushed my buttons to the max." Lisa laughed. "Well, button, my awaiting very swollen clit, rating of at least fifty out of ten. Our shower and ratings have proved we're sexually compatible, have fabulous first-rate sex and it'll be one hell of a holiday if we're still together on departure day. I'll never forget this shower whatever our futures hold, you driving my clit, pussy and me crazy will be a treasured memory." "Reckon you studied psychology," I mumbled distractedly. "Far from relaxed in our stripping saga and when we got in the shower, surprise of putting my cock up your pussy promptly negated relaxing; blowjob got me most of the way and what I just did got me all the way. I really wanted to do it and it feels perfectly natural and normal for us to be standing here naked, certainly don't feel a prat," I paused and looked down, "About my raging hard-on. Yes, sexually compatible, fabulous first-rate sex, hell of a holiday if we last the duration, never forget this episode, whatever our futures, it'll be a very treasured memory." "Never studied psychology," Lisa confirmed. "Instinct, intuition, logic and sense, guess it partly explains my nickname -- knowing how far I can push the other side and promptly doing it. Strips sorted nudity, natural to touch each other in the shower, wanted to feel your monster in my pussy, us to know how it felt and you to twig you'd hit a homerun on first strike, hole in one in golf." She giggled. "After that, blowjob and short, sharp, lecture to drum home room share meant room and bods as a couple living together." "Pussy muscle tightening and relaxing was very arousing massage, longer session and you'd make me come," I mused. "Still felt tight relaxed, surprised how deliciously virginally tight you are when I finger-fucked you, amazing you slid my cock in so easily and that you could do the muscle clenching. Yes, you've drummed it home and relaxed me." "Sure can make you come." Lisa giggled. "I'll give you a muscle wank tomorrow night if we haven't fallen out. You on your back, me sitting on your steeled shaft, both absolutely still except for me fingering my boobs and clit to give you visual and me physical arousal while my pussy muscles do the biz. Exercises keep it tight, have to do a lot more if your monster becomes a regular visitor or it'll stretch it, end up not touching the sides and I'll be a slapper with horse's not whore's cunt." Lisa put her hands on her head, arched her back, stretched and thrust her delicious 36Cs toward me. "Dress, have dinner, then our first rampant sex all-nighter. No undies, sexy dress and high heels for me, no undies, shirt, trousers and shoes for you, mutual turn-ons knowing it's all the other is wearing. We'll be hornier than hell when we hit the sheets." She winked impishly. "Shoe removal and footsie under the table allowed, advantage to you, toes on bare pussy, best mine will do is feel a trouser-clamped rock-hard monster." She giggled. "Promise I won't make you come, embarrassment of a huge wet patch when you leave the restaurant. You can make me come, I'll let you know by facial expressions, promise I won't yell." I laughed. "Lawyers are considered smart and straight-laced; you're certainly the former and certainly not the latter. Would you like my toes to make you come?" "Told you I'm an uninhibited, oversexed, horny bitch," Lisa replied. "Not a stereotype, nor are you, associated cops with randy gits getting their rocks off watching porn they confiscate and any other sexy evidence in the cops' clubroom or whatever but not DCIs with being so good at sex. Yes, toes making me come would be a huge turn-on, our secret sexual naughtiness in a public restaurant." She stepped out of the shower, turned, gave my bum a thwack and disappeared into the bedroom. Sexy dress was understatement; semi-transparent, very little of it and a large bulge promptly developed in my trousers. Lisa giggled, said she was very flattered she turned me on so easily and that we'd wait for truncheon flaccidity before going down to dinner. Lisa was very cool while we ate our starters, solid cross-examination about my work, ex-wife and past in exchange for which she told me about herself. Her mood changed when she felt my foot on her ankle as our main course arrived -- girlish giggles as she thanked our waiter. My foot inched up, her ebony eyes opened wide, one feathery eyebrow rose briefly, she winked very slowly, smirked impishly and mouthed a silent, "Oh, yes." Toes on her knee, it arched outward, Lisa spread her legs wide to afford maximum access. My foot slid along her inner thigh, found her awaiting pussy, thrust forward by her splits and my toes began gently massaging her warm, wet clit. She prattled about her last holiday in a louder voice, mundane easily overheard conversation to camouflage what was happening under the table, and let me know I had hit the spot by slow winks, smiles, licking her food suggestively and sliding her fork back and forth between her lips. My 'Monster' as she called it had long since been rock hard, battling for freedom from my trousers and oozing pre-cum when I felt her toes toying with it. I signalled she had hit the spot and concentrated on bringing her close to coming, then backed off -- determined to make her wait until after dessert and coffee, let her come just before we went up to our room and see if she could cope with releasing her pent-up frustration without yelling. When my moment came, Lisa's body stiffened, her eyes opened wide, fixed on mine in a wild stare, jet-black swollen pupils engulfed the surrounding dark brown irises, her lips thickened and reddened and she stifled a muffled gasp. Eyes half closed, her head fell back and her lips parted in a very smug, satisfied, smile. As soon as I closed the door of our room, Lisa kicked off her shoes, commanded "Shoes off, clothes on, seduction scene slowly undressing each other on the bed or get naked and in bed, you choose." "Former will seem artificial after our foreplay in the restaurant, latter, please." No sooner had I said it than Lisa's dress was around her ankles. "Made me wait until after coffee to come to see if I'd break my promise and scream, you're evil," Lisa teased. "Wasn't sure you'd do a toe-job but it proved you're relaxed. Thanks a zillion, fab humungous multiple orgasm, major struggle to keep my promise." "You enjoyed waiting," I quipped and laughed. "You obviously relished the prospect, your knee shot sideways when my toes touched it, inward thigh journey felt a right angle to your body, legs spread extremely wide. Your very dextrous toes nearly made me come umpteen times, you're evil too." "Better splits than you battling between my thighs and I'll make sure you come soon enough." Lisa kicked her dress away, dropped to the floor in front-back splits, rose, dropped in lateral splits, looked up and grinned. "I couldn't get them quite as wide sitting in the restaurant." She sat up; her left leg rose and rested behind her neck, foot dangling on her right shoulder. "Can do it with both," she demonstrated, then bent forward, stomach flat on her legs, hands stretched forward above the tips of her toes, sat up, pushed down with her fingers and toes, arched her back and curled her body into a bridge supported by finger and toe tips. She stood up and bent over to touch her toes, upper body pressed into her legs, an inverted 'U,' giant hairpin and giggled. "Gives you an eyeful of pussy, great pose for a straight fuck or anal but it has to be quickie, can't take the blood rush to my head for very long. Bendy bod, I can do more sex positions than the Kama Sutra." She stood upright, scampered to the bed and clambered under the duvet. "Come on, get naked, in bed with me and let's begin our first night of unbridled rampant sex." "So bendy I bet you can lick your clit, Lisa," I muttered as I climbed into bed beside her. "My secret for the mo, do it for a foreplay treat if I can," Lisa teased and laughed. "If so, it's far less easy than a guy sucking his protruding hard-on." She rolled onto her side, pulled me onto mine, slid an arm under my neck, cuddled into me and kissed me. No comparison with her kisses in the shower, emotion, real passion, flooded into me as her tongue went crazy, her breathing deepened and her hips circled and pushed into me harder and faster. She eased the duvet back as her lips moved slowly down my throat to my chest for them, her tongue and teeth to caress, lick and nibble my erect nipples and moved slowly down, throwing off the duvet en route, finally reaching my pre-cum anticipatory oozing awaiting tent pole. She kissed its tip softly, down its shaft, back up, down again and on to kiss, lick and suck my balls. She worked back up, inched her lips over my swollen bell-end and her tongue explored and tasted it and each new intake of shaft as she buried my cock deeper until her lips pressed hard into my pubes. Her tongue eased into an ever-changing pattern -- a variation of the shower's gentlest of contact to firmest pressure and snail's to cheetah's pace -- as she eased her head back and forth and slid my cock between her warm, wet, lips in and out of the moist cavern beyond. Each time a jerk signalled I was about to come, she backed off, returned to her routine and kept repeating the process; heavenly ecstasy and hellish frustration, delights of what Lisa was doing and desperate to shoot my load. "Please let me come," I wailed. "Driving me crazy, absolutely delicious but pleasure is turning to pain, feels as if my balls and cock will implode not explode, Lisa." Lisa had saved the best for last. She briefly resumed snail's pace, accelerated to cheetah's rapidly and I don't know what she did with her tongue but the sensation as she pumped my cock in and out of her mouth was unbelievably arousing, erotic and sensual. My hips bucked wildly, her hands grabbed my bum, she slid a finger into it and pulled me hard into her face to keep my cock at maximum depth. Exhaled pants of hot breath gushed past my heaving shaft, sharp jerks as its bell-end pumped high-pressure jets of milky cum into her depths. I thought the ecstasy would never end until the last spurt shot from my steeled pole and its rigidity began to weaken. Freed from her mouth, Lisa kissed and licked it and inched her lips and tongue back up to mine. "Have to last longer before begging," Lisa complained. "Quickie in my book, adore giving head for ages." "Doubt I can," I confessed. "Best blowjob ever, absolutely fantastic, sheer heaven, no idea what you did with your tongue at the end, unbelievably arousing, erotic and sensual, didn't expect a finger up my bum but it added to the mind-blowing experience. You're an expert, is it natural talent or did your ex teach you?" "Natural," Lisa confirmed. "Horny bitch tarted herself up to look five years older and bought her first Rabbits at thirteen, one for pussy, the other to practice blowjobs and both bigger than my ex or you. Kept it legal, saved my virginity until my sixteenth birthday, fourteen and a half when I gave him my first blowjob. Rabbit meant I didn't gag but no bunny feedback, no idea if my technique was crap. He didn't tell me its pluses and minuses aloud; his cock and body did silently." She paused and frowned thoughtfully. "We'd dated for a while, I was sure I was in love and desperate to give him and his cock all the pleasure I could and feel I'd given myself. That desperation, those urges, let me feel what aroused and pleased his cock and him, adapted bunny technique accordingly and experimented in future blowjobs to build up a repertoire. Same desperation, urges, with you a mo ago, felt what your cock and you wanted, instant plus or minus reaction, so easy to adapt to fit its and your bill without either noticing the minuses. Took a chance on our room share, paid off, not a whore, really wanted to give you that blowjob, taking a chance you think I am a whore by taking control to cram in all I can before morning perchance you dump me. I'll abandon control if you don't, be my normal self, a less pushy oversexed very horny bitch." "Childhood sweethearts," I muttered. "Together nine years, past puberty into adulthood and seemingly for life, must have hit you very hard when your ex walked out. I'm very flattered and honoured you felt the same urges and my monster and I certainly felt them, perfect technique and it and I felt you giving yourself. I've had the same urges and I hope you've felt them. I know you're not a whore and sussed you're cramming it in but no need, cast iron guarantee I won't dump you in the morning." "Yes, hit me hard, knew something was wrong for months, naïvely believed pressure and problems at work I knew existed, c'est la vie." Lisa shrugged her shoulders. "Nine years of me, his only sexual experience, couldn't resist a blonde bimbo three inches shorter than me with twin 38Es, all tits, no brain, offering her bod on a plate. I reckon he'll come begging when her 38E and bod's other novelties wear off but he'll be out of luck. He's done me two favours, realisation we'd drifted from teen sex to pseudo marriage but weren't a true item and it'd be our holiday, I'd be in bed with him not you. Whatever happens between us, you've done me favours too, what I've felt tonight has proved my ex and I weren't and aren't meant to be and proved what and how I can feel." Lisa flashed a smile. "Apropos techniques, we must show or tell each other if they're not pushing buttons to the max; it'll be repeated if we don't and doom us to below par for the duration of our relationship. We must also let each other know the limits for gentle and rough, latter more important for me, your knowing how rough you can be with my boobs and how fast and hard you can fuck my pussy and bum. Appearance not technique, obvious you haven't had sex since your divorce, lost pride in your pubes. I'd like bald scrotum, lip wide strip round the root of your penis for blowjobs and tad of Amazon jungle canopy deforestation, shorter pubes, for a clear view of your delicious monster, please. I'll do it if you trust me; have to be a razor on your scrotum, it or wax around your penis root. Brave wax and you can repay the pain I cause you by waxing my pussy; I do it every few days, prickly stubble grows fast, full grown pubes take forever." "On the first point, you've done me a favour, awakened feelings I thought died with my marriage," I said. "On the second, your techniques have been fabulous so far but, yes, failure to show or say means the same next time ad infinitum. Of course I trust you with a razor and you can wax round the root, only fair I know what pain you feel whether I wax your pussy or not. If I do, intimacy and you trusting me will give me a raging hard-on applying wax, ripping it off will make me flaccid as hell but I'll have a very good excuse to kiss your pussy better and it'll make me rock hard again. I don't think I'd like being bald on the pube trim issue." "Men are naturally hairy, your chest isn't overly but your pubes are dense Amazon jungle, bald would be over the top, reduce your masculinity, you're a very handsome sexy hunk," Lisa said. "Tad of shortening, vertical strip would be good and one ending in just a 'V' or one widened into an arrowhead above and pointing at your delicious monster, a 'Look at me, here I am, come and get me' sign, would turn me on but maybe you're not up for that." "Do whatever pleases you," I said. "Rather my pubes turned you on than off and I can leave what you do as is or let them grow if we fall out. Time I set out on the journey to savour the delights of your bald pussy and its delicious juice." I lavished Lisa's boobs with kisses and caresses, revelled in her perfect rounded mounds surrendered firmness to malleable softness with each kiss and touch, licked around her delicious browny areolas and their delightful little bumps and licked, nibbled and sucked her erect nipples. Swollen and hard as they were, they enlarged and hardened, seemingly aroused and excited by my attention and Lisa's loudening murmurs of delight. Her hips swung into their characteristic rhythmic circling -- barely noticeable, slow and sensual, quickening with increased arousal, her pussy would be oozing its delicious juice when I reached it. I inched down to kiss and tongue her navel, lingered there and made her wait for me to move on to her anxiously awaiting pussy. Glistening droplets of pussy juice on swollen pink lips and a snail-trail of juices trickling down and dripping slowly onto the sheet greeted my arrival; proof Lisa was very turned on. I eased my lips and tongue down the first dash of pussy cleavage and worked down, licking off all the juices as gently and softly as I could, hoping she would barely be aware I had made contact but thrilled by certainty I had. Untainted by shower water, pure pussy juice was even more delicious, a delicate, sweet, flavour, nectar begging to be drunk as fast as rivulets appeared. The essence of her and her femininity, my thought their taste matched how I felt about her, delicate and sweet beneath her directness and feistiness, prompted awareness I was rock hard and oozing pre-cum in a steady dribble. I explored her pussy cleft softly with my tongue, gently parted its lips, parted them more and slid my tongue into her pussy to taste her slightly sugary succulence at source. I slid my tongue in and out and circled it slowly, licking and tasting all it could reach, withdrew it and eased it forward to her swollen, wet, hard, clit. My tongue teased it gently, launched into constantly changing direction, pressure and speed broken by occasional sucks, testing and feeling what turned her on most while I waited for her moans and circling hips to signal she was about to come. When they did, I backed off fleetingly to ensure she didn't and then ensured she did. Her hips bucked and heaved wildly and her soft moans became yells of delight the first time, by the sixth, her hips writhed like a whirling dervish and she bellowed, "Oh, oh, oh." The eighth was frenzied, her body jerked in frenetic spasms, she screamed, "Oh, oh, oh," repeatedly and a final, "Fucking fantastic!" Lisa's body went limp as she pulled away. "Enough! Series of multiple orgasms; last were humungous, best I've ever had, electrified my pussy and whole body, absolutely delicious and mind-blowing. I want your monster rod in my pussy now, fuck me hard and fast!" She paused and growled, "No, too turned on, I'll fuck you, on your back, I'll ride you, be in control, let you know my hard and fast limits for the future." Positioned as directed, Lisa knelt astride me, reached to aim my pole and as soon as it made contact with her dripping wet pussy lips, let go, sat down and drove my pole full length deep inside her in one fell swoop. Lisa's eyes opened wide briefly. "Sheesh, you're big." She giggled girlishly. "Hot and throbbing, filled and stretched me to capacity, not a hair's breadth of spare room, feels s-o-h good." She tightened her pussy muscles, gripped my rod and relaxed them. Her lips parted in a pouty smile as her hands moved up to her brushed through it, moved down for her to lick and suck her fingers suggestively and on to caress her breasts while her fingers toyed with her pert nipples. Her right hand slid slowly down across the flat plain beneath her boobs, past her navel and inched on to finger her clit as her body rose and fell, eased my cock almost out of her pussy slowly and slid it back into the depths fast, tightened muscles clenching it in a vice's grip on inward journeys. She fondled her boobs and clit, fucked slowly and moaned louder as her hips gyrated faster. After several minutes, she fell forward, pressed her hands into the pillow beside my head to support her upper body and used her arms and knees to heave her body up and down, hammering my cock into her wet pussy ever faster and harder. Her boobs yielded their firmness to dance a tarantella, bouncing up and down and around in circles ever faster, jellies vibrating on a washing machine on fast spin, as her pelvis pounded into me, driving my hard cock deep into her pussy. She almost freed herself from it, only to impale herself again, a relentless and accelerating metronome as her crotch thumped into mine. She eased off when she felt my first jerk, stilled for a moment and launched into overdrive, heaved her body back and forth, sweat glistening on her forehead, gulping air and hammering my cock into her pussy. I lost track of how many times she eased off to stop me coming but knew I would come when she flopped down on me, full body contact, pressed her lips on mine, tongue deep in my mouth going crazy, and her body launched into hyperdrive. Her body heaved frenziedly, driving my cock up and down her tight but slipperier than ice wet pussy, its muscles tightened its muscles, gripped my hot, hard, rod in her warm, slippery vice, drove it deep and she screamed, "Yes, yes, yes, shoot your cum deep, now!" Deja's Surprise Lisa's body went limp, she murmured, "Mmm," loudly and giggled. "Fantastic fuck, coming together was fab and my pussy and I sure know we've been given a bloody good rogering. You wouldn't have taken my 'Fast and hard' to mean that pussy-pounding, only get to a third, half at best, of the way to my limit at the end. I like slow, gentle, fucks just as much, your oral put me in the mood for a full-blown hammering, so you're to blame if you didn't enjoy our first proper fuck as much as you hoped." She sighed loudly. "Don't really know you but feel I do, you push all my buttons to the max, sex gets better and better and everything feels so good, natural and right. Is it that my only sexual experience except with my ex is so perfect and mind-blowing, I hit the jackpot with you and your delicious monster, or am I falling for you at the speed of light?" I felt my semi-flaccid rod slowly sliding out of its warm, wet, sheath. "Body uniting about to end," I muttered absent-mindedly. "I agree with and echo everything you said that can apply to me. Only you can answer your question, can't until you do really know me and then you'll want me and the sex, feel we're lovers making love, or won't want me and feel the sex is just having good sex. We're naked, you're lying on top of me and it feels perfectly natural and right but it's a tad artificial. You fascinate me, I want to really know you, spend tomorrow together, become closer or more distant and we'll begin to feel it's making love or having sex tomorrow night, first signs we should end sex and stay friends or even end friends and go our separate ways. The word 'Love' is used lightly, pop stars saying 'I love you all' to audiences of thousands of complete strangers whom their bodyguards would prevent meeting them; what they really mean is they love the audience's money spent on, tickets, merchandise, records and so on en route to their bank." "Cynic," Lisa quipped. "True," I retorted. "Devoid of truth if you'd said 'I love you all' to the diners and staff when we walked into the restaurant. The phrase 'In love' is used prematurely, love grows and it acquires its true meaning long after it's first said. Having said all that, I feel real affection for you, 'Love' is the only word I can use and I believe it'll flourish, I'll fall in love, but if not it'll wither, I'll suss I've no future with you, or you'll kill it, dump me. Except for at Deja's, on our walk here and during our starters, we've made love; day out tomorrow, no sex beyond holding hands, get to know each other and it'll all start falling into place." "We live about twelve miles apart, met seven thousand miles from home hours ago, are naked in bed and have made love umpteen times, weird, eh?" Lisa mused. "Fate," I muttered. "Mixing Italians and Spaniards, Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius wrote, 'Everything that happens happens as it should;' Spanish saying is, 'Qué será, será,' 'What will be, will be.' What's happened, happening and will happen between us should and will. When I was savouring your delicious pussy juice's delicate sweet flavour, sheer nectar, drinking your and your femininity's essence, I thought beneath your directness and feistiness the real Lisa is delicate and sweet too, I was meant to drink your delectable nectar, should be drinking it and should drink it in the future." "Ooh, a learned and romantic DCI," Lisa quipped. "I'm teasing. My ex never said my pussy juice was nectar, maybe it only became it tonight especially for you, honey-trap to make you keep coming back for more. A very sweet thought, I don't rate cocks or pussies as pretty, appeal lies in their ability to give and receive sexual pleasure, and thinking I'm delicate and sweet is a thought that usually occurs with the beauty in the beholder's eyes of a clothed or naked bod not a close-up eyeful of wet pussy, ugly anatomy." I shrugged my shoulders dismissively. "Well, I thought it. When I eat pussy, I think about arousing and pleasing the essence of femininity, most sensitive parts that give most sexual pleasure to their owner, it being what makes her female and the miracle of the entrance to make babies and exit for their birth not anatomical aesthetics." "You are a romantic," Lisa teased. "Won't ask if you imagined us making a baby but guess you're glad I talked you into a room share." I sighed and growled, "What I've said in the past few minutes gave the answer and ruled out guesswork if you'd listened," impatiently. "You shocked the hell out of me proposing a room share." "Ooh, learned, romantic and stroppy." Lisa giggled. "I shocked myself. Fancied you when I saw you, more when you came to my table but I'd no intention of involvement and no chance if you weren't English. I knew you fancied me, 'Met' meant fellow Londoner, no long distance stuff if we were still friends back in the UK, same hotel meant more time, breakfast, dinner and so on, together and it left date or room share. No second and third bases here or in the UK, I'd give all of me or nothing after first base kisses. True, we don't truly know each other but we do better than if we'd dated tonight and concentrated on getting to know each other and wouldn't guarantee a homerun wouldn't end sex, discovery it's not us, or the friendship. I wanted to feel your monster inside me when we got in the shower, call it lust, whorishness, whatever you like, and knew it'd feel right or wrong instantly; latter and I'd have said we could be friends but never lovers." Lisa climbed off me, sat on the bed beside my hips and bent over to lick and suck my cock. "Mmm, your cum and my pussy juice. Have you ever tasted your come?" She looked up at me and smiled. "Fancy a sixty-nine? If not, what would you prefer? I'd like anal later, it's okay if it's not your thing but I'm not sure if I can take your monster if it is, do my rectum a mischief unless you go easy. Lie on our sides, you reach round to finger my clit and nipples while you fuck my arse. I want to give you all my bod has to offer, have your delicious monster fill and come in all my available orifices tonight." "I've only tasted it in post-coital pussy dining." I laughed. "Your sexual appetite is insatiable. A sixty-nine will be great. No problem with your request; promise I'll be gentle." Lisa smiled. "I know you will; promise wasn't needed. I'll build up to as rough as I can take so you know my limit. Yep, insatiable appetite at the mo, want to give all my bod and I can give. I'll manoeuvre into a sixty-nine position." I savoured the flavour of Lisa's pussy juices as soon as she lowered herself into the pose, kissed and licked her labia, explored their cleavage and her pussy with my tongue, reached as deep inside her as I could, tasted the mixture of her juices and my cum before I turned my attention to her clit. Less urgency in her attentions to my cock -- spinning it out to ensure I gave ample attention to her very wet pink pussy. She reached under me to caress by balls, eased her hand under me, gently eased a finger into my bum and increased the pressure and speed of her attentions to my throbbing cock as the pace of her finger quickened. I made her come ten times; heaving bum and hot breath gusting down my cock meant all multiple orgasms. She backed off for her eleventh, then went for broke, surpassed her previous expertise as I shot my load, hot, gasping breath blasting my cock, her bum bucking and heaving and her pussy crushing my lips. Lisa climbed off, settled beside and snuggled into me. "Fabulous orgasms, all humungous multiples, taken me to a higher level than my ex ever did, could be a higher one but I'd die, the ecstasy you give takes me close to heart failure, much more and it'd kill me." She turned her head, put her hands behind mine, kissed me, her tongue caressed and circled mine, retreated and then advanced laden with warm, creamy, liquid. She held my head, kissed me harder, her tongue explored my tongue and mouth frenziedly and her gyrating hips pressed into me. Long after she knew I had had to swallow, she broke the kiss. "Said I'm not a bitch, just been one, know what your come tastes like now. Risked you wouldn't pull away, throw a major wobbly and rush to the bathroom to spit and wash your mouth out, why didn't you?" "You wanted to do it, were aroused, we shared what you'd taken from me and it was far too sexy to think about throwing a wobbly," I replied. "A very erotic surprise, repeats at moments of high passion are okay but not as routine, don't know if that makes me kinky. Not a bitch and can't be one; I didn't pull away." Lisa smiled and winked. "You're a horny bastard, not kinky. Surprised your ex had never done it. Raging hormones, me under fifteen, ex just over sixteen when I first did it to him, he snapped, 'Dirty fucking bitch,' giggled, then said it was sexy and okay as a rare surprise. I'm sure most guys your age who'd never had it done would have the horrors." "Have to be homophobic, Puritanical or both," I muttered. "Must have tasted and swallowed it in post-coital pussy eating. Passion, sexiness of it in a kiss as part of making love should overcome horror." Lisa smiled. "Talk, kisses, cuddles and caresses for you to recover then anal." "Monster ready when you are, recover fast, just being you turns me on." "So I see," Lisa muttered and rolled onto her side. "Lubricate my bum hole with pussy juice but don't put a bummy finger back on my pussy, different one for further lubrication." Lisa's bum hole lubricated, she winced slightly as I eased my throbbing member into it. "Monster and very tight fit," Lisa said and pushed her bum back onto my cock. "Huge, that's it for depth, feels fab. I'm tight and dry, cock skin not cock will move, have to get K-Y Jelly or its equivalent here tomorrow for the monster to slip and slide freely, let's see how it will at the mo." She eased herself into a leisurely bum-fuck, drew short, sharp breaths as her speed increased and although I knew my cock skin not it moving, surprised me by rapidly building up to hammering her bum up and down. "Mmm, feels s-o-h good, monster cock filling and stretching my arse, much better with slippy slidey K-Y, boobs and clit being given a good seeing-to, hornier than hell and feel I'm giving you all of me I can, broken taboo of my last orifice." She hammered harder, yelled, "Fuck my arse!" drove me to the inevitable explosion and bellowed, "Shit almighty!" Explosion over, she giggled. "Highest pressure jets yet, rain of mortar shells not bullets, reckon they shot up my intestines into my tummy. Horny bastard is sure turned on by fucking the horny bitch's arse and fingering her boobs and clit." "True," I confessed. "Taboo aspect; felt you'd completely surrendered to me, huge turn on. You gave your dry, tight bum a pounding, bound to cause a major explosion." "Pounding so you to know my limit when we use K-Y and you're in control," Lisa explained. "Mortar fire, rapid series of jabs, stung but pleasurable pain, delight of your cum blasting up my arse. You must have felt you shot your load at the highest pressure yet. Amazing recovery stamina -- past your peak, eighteen for men, haven't reached mine, twenty-five for women." I burst into giggles. "I can't imagine a hornier Lisa but will enjoy pleasuring her at her sexual peak in a couple of years' time." Lisa smiled. "Delighted, flattered, honoured and hope you do but fabulous sex tonight doesn't guarantee you will. Two years' time you could be fucking another woman and have forgotten about me." "Never forget you, that's for sure," I muttered. Lisa wriggled to extract my tool from her arse. "Best go and use the bidet, looks clean but it's covered in millions of Lisa's bum bacteria. Doubt it'd kill us but I don't fancy swallowing my arse germs and am sure you don't." Lisa was lying on her back, eyes half closed, legs apart, one hand very gently fondling her boobs and the tip of the index finger of the other tickling -- only word, making the softest of contact -- her clit. "Certainly no reflection on you," Lisa mumbled dreamily. "Bum is throbbing, touching myself up distracts. I'll carry on and you can watch or I'll stop if it bothers you." I laughed. "You're a horny bitch with no shame. I'll sit by your thigh and watch, may learn some new techniques." "Playing with oneself is part of foreplay, post anal sex play now," Lisa muttered distractedly as I settled beside her. "I'll expect you to as foreplay and post whatever, just wank and come or wank and shoot your load into my mouth, on my face or boobs, in my hair or me lying on my tummy, you sitting on my bum, shooting your load up my back and massaging it into my skin. Boob-fuck is a variation, you on top, one of us pressing my boobs together to form a pussy for your cock to slide through until it shoots its load up onto my chin and face." Lisa's breathing deepened and slowed, her eyes closed and her pelvis gyrated gently, barely noticeable, as I watched her fingers softly and slowly teasing her nipples and clit. Lost in her private world, she seemed to have shut down all her systems except feeling the sensations prompted by her fingertips. Her face looked so angelic, peaceful and relaxed, closed eyes, barely moving fingers and shallow, short, breaths, no visible rise and fall of her chest, I was sure she had fallen asleep, decided to get some sleep, switched off the lights, pulled up the duvet and lay down beside her. I lay awake revelling in feeling her warm body against mine and knowing what her fingers were doing for what seemed hours. Feelings and thoughts slowly set sail on an inky ocean; I drifted on and into its darkness and must have fallen asleep but was suddenly wide-awake again. "Sorry," Lisa whispered. "I'm being as gentle as I can. You gave up watching me, snuggled down, fell asleep, were rock hard and I thought I could suck you off without waking you, well at least until you came, wake up to discover your cock and come in my mouth." I rubbed short-lived sleep from my eyes and mumbled, "I was dreaming you were fingering yourself and giving me a blowjob." "Half-world, not fully asleep, reality not a dream," Lisa whispered. "Tip treatment, playing my tongue on the sensitive bit at the back of your bell-end, part you play the shower on to toss off, and fingering my boobs and clit. Now you're awake, do you want me to stop and let you go back to sleep or carry on?" "Daft question," I mumbled. "Carry on of course, please. Thought you'd fallen asleep, so opted for kip too. How do you know what I do with the shower head?" Lisa giggled. "Hormone crazed pubescent horny bastard and bitch discovered showers, jets of water, played on cocks and clits is very arousing and water doing the biz, no touching, heightens coming, adds to the thrill. Do you want the light and duvet on or off?" "Light on, duvet off, please. Am I allowed to touch you?" "No," Lisa replied. "Relax and enjoy what you feel and see." She turned on her bedside light and threw off the duvet. The sensations as the tip of Lisa's tongue gently caressed my sensitive spot were fantastic, electrifying barest of touches. My shaft pulsated, was hot, it felt as if my bell-end would explode and arousal and excitement heightened when she replaced her index finger with the middle one for her clit tease to use the others to spread her pussy lips and reveal her blood-rush dark pink erect clit. She kept backing off to stop me coming, resuming with the same gentleness on me until she gave me the final stroke by hand and aimed my fountains of cum onto her boobs. She massaged it into them and fingered lashings into her hard nipples while she finished herself off, heralded by a yell of, "Oh, fuck," looked at me, smiled and licked my rod. "Sleep now," Lisa mumbled. "I'm shagged out. Cum is supposed to make skin soft, high in I think it's Vitamin E. Maybe my boobs will feel softer when you fondle them in the morning. Did you enjoy that?" "You know I did, it was fantastic," I confirmed. No response; Lisa had fallen asleep this time. I pulled up the duvet, kissed her forehead as I reached to switch off her light, snuggled down and was soon drifting on and into my deep, dark, inky ocean.