4 comments/ 22218 views/ 2 favorites Waking Up On Sunday By: Hg Dragon I wake up this morning after a night of unremembered dreams. I'm lying on my side and clutching my other pillow to me. For some reason, it's warmer than usual. My 3/4's asleep brain start to rationalize it to forgetting to turn the AC down before I went to bed last night but can't quite settle on that 100%. "Screw it, I'll turn it down later," I think to myself as I decide to let sleep overtake me again. That's when I notice that my dick is at full attention in my boxers. It twitches and my hips hunch forward against my pillow. "Ah, that's what woke me up. I must have been having a sex dream." But the feeling that something else is just not right keeps me from drifting off. It's something in the room, I know it. As my mind begins to work, more and more things begin to come into focus. That's when I start to realize what's so different and why the room is so hot. It's the movement that finally causes reality to snap into place. It's not my pillow I'm wrapped around. That would be impossible since it's lying under the head of the woman still asleep next to me. The woman that my arms are wrapped around. The woman whose firm body that I'm spooned behind lovingly. It's the combined heat of our bodies cuddled together that has caused the temperature in the room to climb to the point where it woke me up. And that's not my pillow my cock is pushing against. It's thrusting against her ass. That's when images from the previous days start to come back to me. *** It was Friday night and I was standing in one of the lines at the movie theater, waiting to buy a ticket to one of the 7:00 movies. I've never been to this particular theater before but since I was doing some shopping in the area and I didn't have anything else to do for the night, I decided to just go ahead and catch a show. Instead of looking at my feet or staring at the back of the head of the person in front of me, I decide to look around. That's when I saw her standing in the line next to me. I was immediately drawn to her and the quite air of confidence about her. She was in her late 20's; early 30's, tops and wore jeans and close-fitting knit shirt. Her long, straight black hair was loosely pulled back in a single ponytail held by wide purple ribbon. She looked to be about 5'6", but I could be wrong because I suck at guessing height. Her body was slender and, judging by what I could see of her arms and legs, nicely toned. Not too muscular, but it's obvious she took care of herself and worked out to stay fit. Her waist had a nice curve to it. It wasn't too narrow or too wide, exactly how I liked it. Her ass was also just right. Enough for a handful, but not so much that it would sag if she stepped out of the close-fitting-but-not-so-tight-it's-holding- everything-in-place jeans she was wearing. From what I could see of her breasts, they were bigger than average for a woman of her size but didn't look to be fake; nicely shaped and firm, no sagging or jiggling. When she turned her head towards me, I could see the features of her face. They were nicely-defined and delicate without being too sharp or hawkish. Her skin was lightly tanned as if she spends time at the beach or doing something like running (which given her general physique would make sense). The overall effect gave her a sultry, almost exotic aura and she knew it and was proud of it. The assessment took only a few seconds to make, my mind taking in each aspect of her and instantly analyzing and categorizing it. Evidently though, it took too long and she caught me staring at her. My eyes widen a bit in embarrassment at getting busted and I quickly look away, but not before I see her look me up and down and then smile at me and turning her attention back to the line in front of her. I'm determined to stay looking ahead, but I can't help to peek over at her a few more times out of the corner of my eye to see if she's checking me out or glaring at me or something as the lines continue to move forward. I make a pretense of checking my watch and then looking around like I'm waiting for someone to show up so I can get in what will probably be my last look at this rather remarkable woman. You look over at me and see me looking again and smile at me once more. I hold the look and smile back before turning back to the front of the line. Just as we're both next in line, the cashiers post a sign stating that the movie I wanted to see is sold out. I muttered a half-felt "Damn," and stepped out of line to start to head back to my car. As I do, I almost collide into her. I pull up short and stammer out an apology for nearly running her over. Standing this close, I can smell her perfume and it's just as alluring as the rest of her. She tells me it's ok, that she was just distracted by the fact that the movie she was going to see just sold out. I look at the window and the only thing sold out is the movie I was seeing. "How funny, I was here to see the same thing," I say. We laugh a bit at our previous actions and our current coincidence I check my watch again to see what time it was. "Well, my night's pretty much done with now. I guess I'll go find get something to eat and go home for the evening," I say with a sigh. "I think I'll do the same," she said. I paused for a moment at that, trying to decipher if that was the invitation it seemed it was or just a random comment to prevent an uncomfortable silence. I decided to take the risk. "So, uh… is your date waiting for you somewhere?" "No, I came on my own tonight." My chest tightens and my heart speeds up a bit at that. I take the next step. "So, do you have any recommendations?" "Well, that place at the entrance to the parking lot here is pretty nice if you like Italian. It's got good food and a cozy atmosphere. It would be perfect for you and your date when she gets here." I looked embarrassed again as she that. I could feel my face reddening a bit. I hung my head and made a cough to cover my embarrassment. "Uh, I don't have a date tonight either." "Then who were you looking for?" "Uh…" I stammered and looked at her sheepishly. She laughed lightly as the realization sunk in as to the point of my earlier ploy. "Yeah," I admit weakly. "Sorry." "Oh no, don't apologize. I think it rather flattering. At least you were subtle about it. Most men just keep staring at me until either the person they're with gets mad or it gets to the point where it's moved past flattering and into the territory of 'creepy.'" By now we had walked to the point where we were in the parking lot. We stopped, unsure of what to do or say next. This was the point where things would advance or end and neither of us were totally sure of what the other's thoughts were. After a moment's uncomfortable silence, I finally speak up. "You weren't planning on eating by yourself were you? There's nothing quite so lonely as a dinner for one." "Now that you mention it, I was going to dinner by myself. If you're offering your company, I gladly accept." "So, does this cozy Italian place you recommended require reservations, or do they accept walk-ins?" "I think we can get a table at this time of night without too much trouble…" We walked across the parking lot to the restaurant and went inside. She was right; the place was perfect for romantic dates. Small tables just big enough for two people to sit around were spread across the room with booths lining the back wall. The lighting was dim with lamps hanging over the tables, illuminating just the table under it and the faces of the couples seated around them. There were no kids and families present. The clientele consisted of 95% couples with the occasional foursome. Most of the people were younger adults about our age with a small smattering of teens and a few older couples. The music playing in the background ran the gamut from Country Italian with mandolins and violins to Rat-Pack era songs by Sinatra, Dean-o and the boys. After not too bad of a wait, we finally get seated. The selection on the menu was fantastic. Instead of focusing on just one region of Italy, it sampled each region with two or three signature dishes from Sicily all the way to the Alps region in the North. Being in the mood for a nice pasta dish, I ordered the Tortellini Bolognese and she asked for the Chicken Marsala. Both of us took a glass of wine with our meals as well. As we wait for our meals, we made small-talk trying to get a feeling for the other. We discovered that both of us work in the arenas of computers. I help design networking solutions and configure server hardware and she worked in the IT department for a large corporation in the area. As our dinner arrives, the conversation turns to the pros and cons of certain pieces of hardware and system configurations and horror-stories from the trenches. Both of us are having a great time and enjoying the company of the other greatly. When our meal started to wind down a good hour and a half later, our server brought our check and I wasted no time in reaching for it. She reached out and placed her hand on mine to prevent me from taking it. The feel of her hand on mine sent a small charge through me. I looked up into her eyes and we sat there for a moment before I spoke. "Let me get this. I insist." "No, I'll pay my half. I insist. If this were a date, I'd let you." She must have seen the clear disappointment on my face as her comment left me crestfallen. "I'll let you pay the tab the next time, I promise." I raised my eyebrow at that and she smiled back, defusing the possibly uncomfortable issue of asking for another "date." She let go of my hand, I turned over the check and we set to divvying up the total and tip. We left the restaurant with me holding the door for her and we step out into the parking lot. "I have to admit, for a night that looked to be a bust; I had a very nice time tonight. I'm actually glad the movie sold out," I told her. "I am too," she agreed. Sensing the end of the night coming I asked, "So, tell me where you parked at and I'll walk you to your car." She indicated a back corner of the lot and we walked that way. When we get there, we paused for a few moments. Once again, neither of are sure of what comes next. I finally speak up. "So, you mentioned a 'next time.' Do you have any specific time in mind or did you just say that so I'd feel less guilty about letting you pay for part of the check?" She laughed lightly and said, "No, I was serious about that. You know, I'd really like to see that movie. How about we come back here tomorrow night and give it another try." "Sure, that's sounds just fine to me." "And I promise not to keep you waiting…" Both of us laughed at her joke and my mild discomfort as she reminded me of my watch-gazing. I agreed and we made plans to return here for a matinee show the next afternoon. 3:30 Saturday afternoon found me already waiting at the theater for her. We had agreed to come see the 4:30 show and meet out front at about 4:00 to insure that we'd be able to get tickets this time. But for some reason, it was impossible for me to put off leaving any later than I did. I knew I was just torturing myself by getting there so early to just sit around wait for that long. The fear of showing up late and missing her was of greater concern than making myself a bundle of nerves. So there I was, checking my watch for about the tenth time in about as many minutes. Looking for something to do, I took up pacing along the length of one of the planters in front of the building. "Great, that only took all of two minutes," I was thinking when I heard my name and felt a hand on my back. I turned around and saw her standing there. This time she was wearing a simple black dress that ended about mid-calf. It looked as if it were tailored to her the way it accentuated her body and conformed to her as opposed to the other way around. Her hair was loosely pulled up and held in place by a long, purple lacquered Japanese-style hair pin. She wore a pair of low-heeled black sandals that looked to be more for comfort than style. "Been waiting long?" she asked. "No, I just got here a couple of minutes ago myself," I lied horribly. I checked my watch one more time and saw that it was just before 4:00. "Well, at least she was able to keep her cool about this..." I thought before I spoke again. "It's still not quite 4:00 yet and there are no lines. Why don't we go ahead and get out tickets and go inside?" "Ok," she responded and I fell in behind her as we moved to get in line. We chatted as we made our way to the ticket window. None of the conversation was forced or uncomfortable. It's our turn and I ask for two tickets and pay for them. I turned a deaf ear to her protests as she offered to pay for her ticket herself. "You did say that I could pay the tab next time and we agreed that this was 'the next time,'" I stated. "Therefore, this is going to be my treat all afternoon." With that, the issue was settled. We made our way to the concession stand and picked up a drink for me candy bar for me and a drink and small popcorn for her. The usher tore our tickets and directed us the auditorium that our show was going to be in. We sat waiting for the movie to start and our easy banter continued until the lights dimmed. As the previews end and the feature starts, I unconsciously took the armrest between us. The movie runs and I can't help myself but make the occasional smart remark. She didn't seem to mind and laughed at most of them. At one point, she moved to put her arm on the armrest between us but finds my arm already there. I started to move so she can have it but her hand falls to my arm and stops me. I looked over at her and she looked back at me and smiled then slipped her arm around mine. I smile back and then both of us go back to watching the movie. Pretty soon, I started to notice that each time I leaned over to whisper to her, she would meet me part of the way there but never fully move all the way back. Her hand started to absently stroke the back of my forearm. At one point, I had to get up to go to the restroom. I excused myself and told her I'd be right back. When I returned, I sat back in my seat and placed my arm back on the vacant armrest. She immediately took my arm again. This time however, she shifted in her seat, pulling her feet up under her and leaning over against my shoulder. I looked over at her, taken a bit by surprise by her move, but pleasantly so. She glanced up at me; smiled; then place her head against my shoulder again. I settled back into my seat and shifted my weight over to lean back against her. At that point, I could have sworn I hear her sigh. The house lights finally began to come up and the credits started to roll. We stood up and made our way out of the auditorium, carrying our still partially full drinks with us. As we made our way through the lobby, I mention that I'm still a bit hungry since the candy bar did nothing for me except whet my appetite. She agreed and we walked across the parking lot and into the mall. We settled on a place that looked like it catered to the mall employees with food that was fast, inexpensive and in portions that were edible in fifteen minutes. Glancing over the menu, I mentioned that the Club Sandwich looked about right. "Sounds good to me, too." she replied, "but I don't know if I could eat a whole one on top of the popcorn." "No problem. I don't think I could either. Why don't we just order one and split it?" With that, I ordered and paid for our meal and we took a seat in the food court to wait. It didn't take long and neither did our meal. After we finished, we started to walk around the mall slowly. We talked about the movie; our jobs; the people we know. We sat at the fountain for a few minutes. Walked into a couple of the stores for no reason. Stopped to look at the puppies and kittens in the window of the pet store. We did anything and everything to have a reason to continue to spend time together. We both realized that it was getting to the end of our evening together when we yawned at the same time. Both of laughed as we caught the other and decided that it was time to call it a night. "I do have to tell you, this is the best first-slash-second date I've ever had." "I agree," she replied. "Best time I've had after showing up too late for a movie." As we made our way back to the parking lot for the theater, I offered to walk her to her car again. "I'll do anything to be around you longer, even if it's for just a few more minutes," I thought to myself. She paused for a moment and I could tell she was mulling something over in her mind. After one of those blink-of-an-eye/infinite spans of time that throw all reality out of whack, she looked up at me and finally spoke. "How about we take your car? I think I might be too tired to drive…" Caught totally by surprise, all I can stammer out is, "Uh… sure. I….I can take you home if your sure you want to leave your car here," She smiled and reached over to slip her arm through mine again. As we started to walk to my car, I told her, "You're going to have to give me directions to where you live, though." "Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of your place. Unless you had something to do later, that is." It was my turn to stop this time at her words and I turned to face her. Looking down at her, I gaze into her upturned eyes for a moment. My hand came up and touched her cheek lightly, then slowly I start to lean down, giving her the opportunity to move away if she chose. She tilted her head up and back and brought one of her hands up behind my neck. I took that as a positive sign and continued to lean forward until our lips touch. We simply kissed lightly, neither of us wanting to ruin the tender moment by unduly trying to force anything more. The kiss breaks and I say, "No, I don't mind at all." We both smiled and turned to keep walking. She took my arm again as we start moving, except this time she drew herself close to me and snuggled into my shoulder. We reached my car and I opened the door for her. She sat down and I closed it the door and made my way to the driver's side. I pull onto the highway and start to make my way home to my apartment. As I'm driving, she reached over to the radio and asked if I mind if she changes the station. I told her no and she begins to search through the dial until she finds a Jazz station. "Good, at least she good taste in music," I think to myself. She hummed to herself with the music as I continued to drive and I have to admit, the sound of her voice was sexy as hell; kind of breathy and sultry, reminding me of Michelle Pfeifer's character in The Fabulous Baker Boys. We finally arrived at my apartment after about thirty minutes. After parking, I open her door and hold my hand out for her to help her out. I closed the door and pushed the button on the remote to lock the doors. I indicated the stairs and you head up them with me following close behind. We reached the top of the stairs and I point to the apartment on the right. "It's this one over here," I said and slipped the key into the lock. When I opened the door, I asked her to hold on for a second as I went to turn on a light. I flipped on the torch-style lamp next to the couch, turned it all the way up and it lit up the room. I pointed to the couch and asked if her wants to have a seat while I get us something to drink. "Sure, what do you have?" I checked through my fridge and cabinets and all I had was milk, water, soft drinks, and only about two glasses worth of a nice, dry white wine. She told me the wine would be fine and I grabbed to glasses out of the cupboard to fill. When I walk back into the living room, I noticed that she was looking through my movies and CD's. "Rather nice collection," she said as she turned. I handed her her glass and thanked her for the compliment. Waking Up On Sunday "If there's a movie you'd like to watch or CD you'd like to listen to, just let me know." "I'd like to turn the radio on again, if that's ok.' "Sure," I said and walk over to the stereo. I turned it on and set it to the same station she had on in the car. I looked over at her and saw her smile as she sat down on the couch. I sat down at the other end and we picked up our earlier conversation from the restaurant. We talked and laughed until our glasses were empty. I stood up and offered to take her glass to the kitchen for her. When I returned, I noticed that she had slipped off her shoes and leaded back into corner of the couch. As I went to sit back down on the other end, she asked me "Why are you sitting all the way over there?" "Well…I uh, didn't want to seem as if I was trying to force anything on you." "You don't seem the type." And with that, she moved from her side of the couch to sit next to me. She lifted my arm up and wrapped it around her waist. Leaning back against my shoulder, she sighed, "That's nice." We sat for a while just listening to the music until she turned to look up at me. I met her gaze and held it for a moment. She started to lean towards me and I could see her lips part. Her hand moved behind my head and my hand on her waist moved up to her chin. I licked my lips and then moved towards her until our lips met again. This time, we kissed much more passionately than we did earlier. That first kiss was hesitant, unsure, and timid. This one was strong and deep. I felt her mouth open and her tongue touch my lips. I returned the favor and met her tongue with mine. When they touched, I heard her exhale in a small little sigh. My hand on her cheek dropped to her legs and hooked behind her knees. I moved the other hand to her waist and took a firm hold around her. Then, I picked her up slightly and drew across me and into my lap. She placed both of her hands on either side of my face and leaned into the kiss even more. The hand behind her knee moved to the outside of her leg and began to stroke all the way from her hip down to her ankle. As I did that, one of her hands drifted down and began to rub my chest and shoulder through my shirt as she leaned against me. I could feel her breasts pressed against the other side of my chest and my mind filled with images of what it would feel like to hold her naked body against mine. We finally broke the kiss and were left breathless. "Wow," I said hoarsely when I figured out how to make my voice work again. "That was rather nice." She smiled and looked down at me from her raised seat in my lap. "Yes, it was, wasn't it?" When I smiled back, she said quietly, and in anything but a playful voice, "Let's do it again..." Then she leaned down and kissed me hard. Both of us started to breathe deeply as this kiss was all passion and desire. My hand on her leg had pushed her dress up to her knees and had slid under it to brush against her bare thigh. She reached down and opened a couple of the buttons on my shirt so she could slip her hand inside and run it across my chest, over my shoulder and neck, and down my back. I sensed her reaching for the lamp behind the couch to turn it either down or off. I reached up and found her fumbling hand, guiding it to the switch. She turned it down as far as it would go and returned her hand to me. Before I put hand back on her waist, I took a hold of her hair pin and pulled it out, letting her hair tumble down, However, when the kiss ended this time, it wasn't due to us being out of breath. She turned away in embarrassment as she gave a big yawn. "I'm sorry," she apologized weakly when she was done. "I'm just so tired. I need to get some sleep. I didn't get much last night thinking about how to day would turn out." I chuckled and pulled her head down to rest on my shoulder, telling her not to worry about it. "In all honesty, I'm just as tired as you and for the same reason, too. If you'd like, I could drive you either home or to your car." "No, but thank you. You just said you were as tired as I am and I know I shouldn't be out driving like this. And at this hour, the only ride I'd be able to find would be a cab. I'd rather walk first." She paused and looked at me and I could see that there was something else that she wanted to say. I looked at her and waited with baited breath, hoping that she was going to say what I wanted to hear so badly, yet trying not to let it show on my face. Finally, she spoke and it was in that same alluring voice from moments ago, "Would it be ok with you if I stayed here tonight?" The temperature in the room jumped about 10 degrees when she asked that. "Uh…uh…" I stammered a few times. "You know that's the third time since I've met you just yesterday that you've completely caught me off-guard and left me speechless like that." "That's not a 'Yes' or a 'No.'" "Well, how's this for an answer?" I reached my hand up to her neck and pulled her down, kissing her hungrily. I heard her moan in surprise, then felt her melt against me and into the kiss. When I break the kiss, she gasps for a moment before saying, "So that's a 'Yes?'" We both laugh again and start to move so I can stand up. "Give me just a minute, and I'll be right back." I walk into my bedroom and open the closet door. I pull out a sheet and blanket and set them on the bed. Taking one of the pillows, I put it on top and pick up the bundle and carry it back to the living room. "What are those for?" she asked. "Well, that couch is pretty uncomfortable to sleep on so I figured I'd sleep out here and let you have the bed." "There's no way I'm going to put you out of your bed for the night." "Oh... ok." She picked up the pillow and slowly walked over to me, looking in my eyes the whole way. She stopped just shy of pressing against me. A sexy smile spread across her lips and she reaches her arms up around my neck. "And I'd rather not sleep on the couch, either," she said as she slowly pulled my head down to give me a long, lingering kiss. Our lips parted and she finished her sentence, "... if you know what I'm saying." "Oh... Yes, I think I understand." I took her hand and lead her into the bedroom. I turned on the lamp next to the bed when we entered the room and it gives off enough light to illuminate my small bedroom. There's a small radio on top of my dresser and a foot locker opposite of my bed with a TV on it. Next to that is my desk and computer. A small nightstand is on one side of my bed and a loaded down bookshelf is in the corner on the other. There is a small walk-in closet behind the opened bedroom door and the door to the bathroom is further down on the same wall. "Uh, would it bother you that I sleep in boxers?" "Well, I wouldn't expect you to sleep in a shirt, slacks and tie," she laughed as she sat down on the edge of my bed. I laughed, too. "What I'm getting at is I don't think I really have anything like pajamas or a nightgown for you to wear if you sleep in anything like that." "It's ok," she said and I could see her looking into my open closet. "I think I can manage to find something if you don't mind me going into your closet." A bit puzzled, I tell her, "Uh, go ahead. Use what you want," thinking she was looking and my sweatpants on the shelf and was going to get a t-shirt. "I'll just go into the bathroom and change." I open the top drawer of my dresser and pull out a pair of boxers from there and step into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. After a quick change of clothes, I hurriedly brush my teeth and splash some water on my face trying to make myself calm down and slow my racing heart. A few deep breaths and I open the door and step out of the bathroom with my clothes in hand. She's standing just outside the door waiting to take her turn. She had her purse in one hand and the other was holding some of my clothes folded up in her other. I moved past her made my way to the closet to place my clothes in the laundry basket there. I heard the bathroom door close behind me. I pulled back the covers on the bed and propped one of the pillows up against the headboard before lying down and leaning against it. The water ran for a few minutes and then shut off. The knob rattled a bit as she undid the lock, then the door opened. The scene before me will be one that will stay in my mind forever. Instead of sweats and a t-shirt, she was standing there in one of my button-down dress shirts. The tails ended just above her knees and the sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled up enough that her hands were free. The top two buttons were undone and showed off her cleavage to wonderful effect. I simply couldn't help but to stare and the "Wow…" came out before I could stop it. She smiled and made her way to join me in bed. She walked around to the right side of the bed and lay down on her side, facing me. I slid down and faced her as well. My hand came up to her cheek and I leaned in to kiss her. As we kissed, I leaned forward and eased her onto her back. She sighed and brought her arms up to my neck. My hand settled on her hip and began to move down her leg to her knee. I moved it back up along the outside of her thigh and paused when I reached the shirt tail, my fingers just under the fabric. She moved her leg towards mine. I took the signal and continued to slide my hand up her side and under the shirt. I ran it over the front of her hip and across her firm belly. Her breathing was coming heavier and heavier. I stroked over her side again and around to her back. When I reached her shoulder and started to come back to her chest, she squeezed her arm to her side, trapping my hand. She pulled away from the kiss with a breathy sigh. "I...I'm sorry. Really I am. As much as I would want us to make love tonight, I'd rather just have you hold me. As tired as I am, I don't think either of us would enjoy it much." "Shh, it's ok," I whispered to her and withdrew my hand from her shirt. "You have nothing to apologize for. I understand completely. Kind of why I figured we'd sleep in different rooms. I didn't want to make you feel obligated to do anything you didn't want to." I pulled her close against me and held her head to my chest. "If all you want me to do is hold you, than that's all I will do. Promise." With that, she looked up at me and pulled me down for another tender kiss. "Thank you." One last kiss and she took my hand in hers. She rolled over and laid on her right side and I laid down beside her, pulling the blanket and sheet over us. Reaching behind her, she pulled me on to my right side as well and drew my left arm over her, then snuggled herself back against me until we were spooned together as close as we could. I could feel a stirring in my shorts as she pressed back into me. I pivoted my hips back just enough to keep my cock from pressing against her. I closed my left hand and held it over her stomach. "Goodnight," I whispered. We laid there like that for a few moments before she reached down and took my hand in hers. She opened my hand then laced her fingers in mine and pulled it up to her chest. She moved her hips back against me until my cock was trapped between us. "Goodnight," she whispered back. I moaned quietly. I pulled her closer to me placed a single kiss on the back of her neck. "Mmm. Much better," she sighed lightly and then we both drifted off to sleep. *** God, it's been so long since I've awoke to a woman in my arms. My hand around her is resting flat on her belly and my upper leg is tucked between hers. I can hear her breathing and feel the swell of her chest and back with each one. I take inhale and let it out slowly, almost sighing as I do so. I move and cuddle myself closer to her, careful not to wake her. My hand rests lightly on her stomach as we lay there. She stirs a bit and places her hand on the back of mine. I stop moving, thinking I was disturbing her until her hand shifts to take a hold of my hand and I hear her sigh. We simply lay here like this for a few minutes. My senses are working in overtime trying to take in and memorize as much of the setting as I can. The sweet scent of woman mixes with the clean smell of the sheets on the bed. I can hear birds outside the window chirping and singing away, our steady breathing, and my own heart pounding away in my chest. I look around without trying to move too much and see the back of her neck and ear where her long hair has fallen to the side, leaving them exposed. I can see curve of her neck and shoulder as they disappear under my shirt and shape of her hip under the blanket further down. All of my nerves are alive from being in contact with her. I can feel every fiber and stitch of the sheets and her (my) shirt. I soak up the warmth radiating from her body. My hand is on fire from her touch. She starts to move and repositions my hand. She slides it up from her belly and pulls it up to her chest, cupping it to her heart and snuggling herself around my arm. The position of my arm cases the shirt to ride up to where the exposed skin of her back comes in contact with my stomach. My forearm lies right between her breasts and I can feel her heart beating through her chest. She adjusts her hips, moving them back against me and I can hear her make a small, breathy sigh in her sleep. She must be dreaming too. I smile and lay there taking in the intimate contact. But apparently her dream takes a turn. Her hand grips mine and then she starts to move it again. Except this time, she slips it into her shirt and places my hand directly on her breast. My heart starts to race and my mouth goes dry. "Oh my God..." My cock, which was starting to flag, now snaps back to attention at this new development. The feeling of her tit in my hand is every bit as wonderful as I imagined it would be. It's firm, yet still soft; definitely natural. As much as I want to squeeze and fondle the incredible tit under my hand, I just simply hold it in place. The last thing I want is for her to wake up with me copping a feel while she was out. And I seriously doubt that she'd buy my story of her placing it there in her sleep. After a few minutes of that, she begins to squeeze and press on my hand cupping her breast. My fingers sink into her flesh and I close my eyes at the feeling. She repeats this over and over until I can't take it any more and my hand begins to move on its own volition. I hear a small sigh escape from between her parted lips. Its work done, her hand moves off of mine and lays on my forearm. I have to concentrate hard to limit myself to the slow, small movements she started. Every fiber of my being wants to give in and start fondling her fantastic breasts with abandon. I can feel her nipple begin to stiffen the palm of my hand and her areola tighten. My fingers itch to take those little nubbins between them so I can pinch and roll them to see just how sensitive they are. I want to turn her over so I can take them into my mouth, that way I can suck and nip on them, dancing my tongue over the tips of them. Somehow I manage to restrain myself from pulling her over and doing just that. Damn. My heart is racing and pounding in my chest. I can feel the end of my cock brushing against ass through my boxers and her panties as we lay spooned together. My hips involuntarily thrust forward and the head settles between her cheeks. I have to clench my jaw and squeeze my eyes shut to keep from just grinding against her. That is, until she shifts and presses her hips back against me. I can't take it any more. My hand on her breast squeezes down and I snug my hips against hers. I take a shuddering breath, knowing that I'm pushing the limits, and place a kiss on her neck. "Mmm, I was wondering when you'd stop pretending to be asleep." My head snaps up at the sound of her voice and I freeze. "Wha-wha-what?" Her hand covers mine again and presses it firmly on her beast. She grinds her ass against my cock and tells me "Don't stop now. What you're doing feels good." I still lay there stock-still until she moves her hand down and places it between her legs. When she starts to rub herself, I pick up where I left off and don't hold back. My hand on her breast squeezes down on the firm mound and my fingers sink into her flesh. I press my hips forward and grind my cock into the cleft of her ass. When I go back to kissing on her neck, she gives a throaty moan and rolls her hips back against me. We lay like this for a few minutes. Both of us simply enjoying the tableau of the moment. My cock thumps against her ass with each beat of my heart. Her nipple under the palm of my hand feels like a small pebble and I slide my hand down to run my fingers over the tight little nub. I trace my finger around and over the tip and the sensitive skin of her areole puckers around it. When I hear her sigh, I take the bud between two of my first two fingers roll it lightly between them. My touch is answered with another moan. "You know, you're the one who woke me up first. Well, you and this." She reaches back between us with her free hand and brushes it over my cock. It twitches and strains under her touch and I suck in a sharp breath through my teeth. "You seem to have this tendency to hump things in your sleep apparently." "I'm sorry." "No, don't apologize. I liked it actually," and emphasizes the comment with a squeeze on my dick. My fingers pinch down on her nipple involuntarily and it's her turn to hiss. My lips move from her neck and down her shoulder. I kiss down the over her collarbone and to her side where it's exposed from reaching between us. I glance up to watch her reaction as inch my lips forward towards her breast. When they touch the side of her tit, her eyes close and her hand comes up to the back of my head. Her fingers clutch in my hair and she rolls onto her back. The second my lips tentatively touch her nipple, she gives an "Ahhhhh..." arches her back up, and pulls my head down, forcing her breast up into my mouth. My lips close over her bud and I start suckling on it gently. I take the entire nipple into my mouth and swirl the tip of my tongue over it. I pull back, letting it slowly slip out of my mouth as I focus my tongue down onto the hard little point. I lean back down and take it into my mouth again, lightly closing my teeth on her stiff bud. As my teeth touch her, I hear her gasp. I act on a hunch and clamp down a little harder. I'm rewarded with a shudder and the feeling of her fingers tightening in my hair. Her hips push back and grind hard against my shaft. The temperature underneath the blanket is now unbearable. I kick the covers off us and let the heat escape. With the lower half of our bodies exposed I can see her hand resting on her pussy. Well, "resting" isn't exactly the right word. It's more like her palm is resting, but I can tell her fingers are slowly rubbing her mound through her panties. I shift my attention back to her tits. When I bite down or pinch harder, I can see her hand increase its tempo and pressure. I get a wicked idea and do both at the same time. My fingers and teeth both clamp down. I twirl the one with my fingers and flick my tongue hard over the other in my mouth. Her back arches up again and she almost whimpers at the feeling. She moves her hand and slips it into her panties and starts to rub directly on her clit. Her breath comes out in a shuddering sigh. "Ohhh Godddd..." My cock has tented the front of my boxers by now. The constant grinding against her has caused it to start slipping out of the fly. By the time she puts her hand into her panties, most of my shaft is exposed. Her fingers brush against me each time she moves down to dip her fingers into herself. I reach between us with my one free hand to adjust the aim of my cock. The building pressure of our bodies pressing harder and harder together is getting uncomfortable so I move a bit lower on the bed and point it at her pussy instead of her ass, laying the length of my shaft along her slit. The second it touches her lips, she closes her legs together, trapping it against her pussy. I can feel how soaked her panties are with her juices. Her fingers dance furiously over her clit. Waking Up On Sunday We continue to grind together and I keep working on her perfect tits. She starts to shudder a bit and her hips begin to buck harder. One such gyration forces the head of my cock to slip ever so slightly between her lips. If she hadn't been wearing those panties, I would have slid right in. She whimpers again and pushes hard against it, trying to force me into her. I can feel her panty-clad lips surround my head and the heat radiating out from her pussy. Her nipple falls from my mouth as I let out an unsteady breath and close my eyes. When I open them back up, I Iook up at her and our eyes meet. We stare for just a split second, and then she whispers one word. "Please." With that, I roll away from her and whip my boxers off like they were on fire. She sits up next to me and slides my shirt the rest of the way off of her shoulders and drops it to the floor next to the bed. As she lay back down to take off her panties, I reach over and stop her. I want that honor for myself. I lean over her and hook my fingers over the waist of her bikini briefs and slowly start to peel them down. I place little kisses on her belly and work further down with each one as I move her panties lower. They reveal a close and neatly-trimmed pussy and bare lips. I can't help myself but to start kissing her pussy. She moans as my lips touch her and her hips come up and press against my mouth. The scent of her pussy fills my nose. It's sweet and clean and addictive. I want more of it. I tentatively slip my tongue out and dip it into her slit, tasting her. She tastes as good as she smells and I have to have more of it. I lean in and bury my face in her mound and start licking and sucking for all I'm worth. She cries out and clamps her thighs around my head. "OhGodthatfeelssogood," comes out in a single rush in a voice that is all breath. But before I can get too carried away, her legs release their grip and her hands pull me away from her cunt. "Please, I want you. There's plenty of time for that later." With that, I move up her alongside her body. She pulls me to her and we kiss hard and deep, our first real kiss since last night. Our tongues tangle together in our mouths and I know she can taste herself on my lips and tongue. As we kiss, I move back to her left side and behind her. I push her back up onto her side and move close behind her again. She looks back at me over her shoulder and looks kind of puzzled at first. When I lift her left leg up, drape it behind me and press my hips against her, her look changes from questioning to pleased. I start kissing her neck again and my hand comes up to play with those wonderful breasts again. I rock my hips back and forth dragging the head of my cock along the length of her pussy. After a few passes, she reaches down and takes a hold of my shaft. She pumps me a couple of times then positions my tip at her entrance. A slight pivoting of both of our hips and my head pushes into her. Both of us sigh at the same time from the delicious feeling. I slowly ease the length of my cock into her pussy. The heat inside of her is intense and she's incredibly tight. If she wasn't so wet from earlier, I would be having trouble trying to enter her. When I'm fully buried in her, I have to stop again. The feeling alone of her pussy wrapped around my dick is almost enough to make me cum on the spot. After a few deep breaths, I calm down enough to start moving in earnest. I slowly ease my cock out of her pussy until just the head is remaining. I push back into her warmth and am greeted with a moan. My teeth bite lightly where her neck meets her shoulder as we lovingly, tenderly screw. My hips rock back and forth gently as I stroke the full length of my shaft in and out of her pussy. I make sure to press against her at the end of each plunge, trying to work as deep into her as I can. Both of us start moaning and sighing as we make love for the first time together. I close my eyes and try not to totally lose myself in the moment. The last thing I want to do is cum too right now. I want to make this last as long as it possibly can. I hook my elbow under her knee and pull it up to her chest. Her hips pivot slightly from this and I start to hit a different spot inside of her with each thrust. My hand cups her breast and I start to play with her nipple. She apparently approves because she hisses, "Yess," as soon as I touch her. She looks over at me and we kiss again. This kiss is all passion and hunger and desire. Try as I might, I know that I won't be able to hold out much longer; her pussy just feels that good. She has to have the hottest, tightest cunt I've ever been blessed enough to enter. It literally grips my cock as if it were her hand. The heat from it runs down my cock, up my spine, and straight to my brain, setting it on fire. If it wasn't for the steady flow of her juices to reduce the resistance, I don't think I would have been able to last as long as I have. Both of our thighs are soaked with her oils. Knowing that my release is not that far off, I move my hand from her tit down to her sex. I rub my hand through her sparse pubic hair before I reach for her clitoris. The second my fingertip touches her button, she reacts. Her body shudders once and her hips drive back against me wildly. She groans with a throaty "Unnghhhh..." and the walls of her pussy squeeze down on my cock hard. One of her hands clutches at the sheet on the bed and the other grasps at my hip. "Wow. Sensitive, aren't you?" All she can muster is a breathless "Uh-huh," and a weak nod. "Do you want me to stop?" She answers by closing her eyes with a groan and rolling her hips against my hand. I increase the tempo and force of my thrusts and start to work my finger on her clit. She shudders again and starts to pant rapidly. Her pussy clamps and releases around my pistoning cock. The pressure and stimulation from it are intense and bring me even closer to orgasm. Suddenly, she cries out and it's cut off just as fast as her breath catches in her throat. Her body locks up and goes rigid. Her hands clench and unclench rapidly causing her nails to dig into my hip. I can feel a tremble start in the center of her before she literally explodes. She starts to spasm and jerk wildly. Her arms move around as if they're searching for something to hold onto but can't make up their minds what. If it wasn't for the fact that my arm was holding her leg up and her waist in place, she would have slammed that leg down and bucked her hips away from me. As it was, it took most of my strength to keep my cock deep in her as she comes hard. All of this is simply too much for me to withstand anymore. I start to thrust into her by now dripping pussy as fast as I can muster. I feel my cum building at the base of my dick and my balls begin to tighten. For the briefest of moments, there is a sensation of great pressure at the base of my dick before my orgasm hits. With one last drive, I slam hard against her still writhing body and growl as my cum shoots into her waiting pussy. My cock pulses hard and fast as jet after jet of my cum fills her. Each twitch is accompanied by another groan and a forward jerk of my hips. Both of us lay limp and sweaty; legs tangled together as the last of our orgasms fade away. We're too wiped out to do anything but pant weakly and try to slow our racing hearts. I'm the first to move and I reach a hand up to cup her face and chin. She brings her hand up to mine and kisses the palm before she turns to face me. The smile on her lips is one of ecxtasy and pure contentment. I smile back and give her a light, tender kiss. When the kiss is over, I wrap my arm over her chest and pull her back against me. As we lay spooned, I brush my hand lightly along her stomach and side. Over her waist and down her leg. Up the length of her arm and along her shoulder and neck. She's the first to break the silence. "See what you could have missed out on if you kept pretending to be asleep?" "Well, the only reason why I acted like that was because I thought you were still asleep. I didn't want you to wake up with me fondling you like that and think I was taking advantage of the once in a lifetime situation I found myself in." "Tell you what. You're more than welcome to 'Take advantage of me...' the next time." "'Next time?'," I ask teasingly. "So do you have a specific time in mind or are you just saying that so I'll feel less guilty about humping you while we were asleep?" She giggles for a second as my comment brings back the memory of dividing our dinner check from Saturday night and setting our date from yesterday. "Oh, nothing 'specific.' More along the lines of a 'general' time." "And when would that be?" I ask. "How about when we wake up again? I don't know about you, but I'm a bit worn out. I could go for a quick nap. I know I don't have anything else planned for today..." I hug her tight and kiss just below her ear. "Sounds absolutely perfect." I sit up and grab the covers for the bed and pull them back over us again before snuggling her against me once more. "And this time...?" "Yes?" I answer. "Don't be shy about waking me up." "I won't be," I whisper into her ear. "I promise."