Friends & Lovers Pt. 2

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The next morning she wakes early and notices how contented he looks.
Watching him for several minutes she smiles as he is totally relaxed and
unanimated. Slipping out of bed she slides on her panties and goes to his
closet for something to wear. She decides on an athletic grey baseball shirt
>from his alma mater. Pulling the shirt over her head she fills it out and
it barely comes down to meet her panties. Looking in the mirror she admires
the way the shirt looks on her. Quietly she tip toes out of the bedroom and
goes downstairs to the kitchen. Going through his freezer she finds coffee
and begins to brew a pot for the two of them. Rummaging through his
refrigerator she finds the ingredients for the special breakfast she is
cooking. She begins with slicing some fruits and making a fruit salad for
them to share. After that task is complete she slices some vegetables and
meat for the omelets she is preparing. Turning on the stove she goes to the
cabinet to get plates for the food. Looking around she finds a bed tray
hidden behind a door. Setting the tray up she lays out the silverware and
finds some linen napkins. Finishing the task she goes back to the stove and
goes to work preparing the omelets. Very rarely does she show the domestic
side of her personality but when she does it is usually in a big way, such
as this breakfast. Her movements are fluid as she cracks open the eggs and
quickly whisks them so they are fluffy. Pouring the eggs into the pan she
quickly sets about making omelets for the two of them. Sprinkling vegetables
and meat into them she gently folds the egg over and places the omelet on a
plate. Taking the plate she sets it on the bed tray. Going to the coffee
machine she pours the coffee into a carafe and sets it on the tray. Making
sure she has everything she grabs the tray and heads back up to the bedroom.
Her footsteps are light as she opens the bedroom door and sees that he is
still sleeping. Setting the tray down she crawls back into bed and begins to
lightly kiss his face. Slowly the kisses rouse him from slumber. Bleary eyed
he focuses on her and he smiles. Giving him a deep kiss she crawls off the
bed and picks up the tray. "Surprise! I made us breakfast." Sitting up he
watches as she sets the tray down on the bed and then crawls under the
covers next to him. Once under the covers she places her cold feet on his
warm body to heat them up. As she warms up he pours the two of them a cup of
coffee. Adding some cream and sugar he hands a cup over to her while he
pours one for himself. "I can't believe that you went through all this
trouble" He tells her as he takes a piece of omelet and spears it with his
fork. He smiles as he chews on his breakfast, she is a marvelous cook when
she wants to be. He cuts another piece and holds it up to her mouth. She
seductively opens and closes her mouth around the fork. Slowly he slides the
fork out of her mouth. He grins as he watches her. Taking his fork he begins
to eat the fruit salad she prepared for him. Alternating between himself and
her the two of them finish off the fruit salad in no time. Quickly they
finish off the omelet and coffee. Getting up he takes the bed tray and sets
it out in the hallway. "How can I ever thank you for this wonderful
breakfast?" He asks as he begins to nuzzle her neck. "Well . . . I can think
of a few ways." She moans as her hands go to his manhood that is beginning
to rise. She slips a hand under the covers and begins to massage him. Slowly
her hand moves up and down, caressing his entire length. "Ummmmm . . . I
think that I can think of a few ways myself." Lightly he kisses and nibbles
on her neck as she grinds her hips against him. Her hand moves faster and
faster on his hardness as he starts to undo the buttons of her shirt. He
rolls and pulls on her nipples and is rewarded with them hardening under his
touch. Finally he reaches the last button and exposes her beautiful breasts.
Her nipples are hard and puckered, begging to be sucked upon. Lowering his
head to her breast he teases the hard nipple with his tongue. Licking the
nipple with the flat of his tongue he is rewarded with a moan and the
arching of her back to maximize contact. To accommodate her he sucks her
nipple fully into his mouth, nibbling on it as he continues to tease it with
his tongue. His other hand goes to her other breast and begins to knead it,
pinching on the soft flesh. Quickly she pulls off her panties and rolls so
that she can mount him. She straddles him and lowers herself on his steely
hardness. His hands go to her hips to help raise and lower her on him.
Slowly at first they find a comfortable rhythm, not too fast and not too
slow. Both of them want this to last as long as possible. Both of them grind
their hips against each other and feel the electricity caused by it. They
grasp each other's hands and lock their arms as she uses that leverage to
raise and lower herself on him. Building up speed her arms begin to weaken
and he sits up and wraps his arms around her body, holding on to her as she
rides him. The sounds of their lovemaking fill the room and echo off the
walls. The sound soon fills the entire house. Rolling her over he withdraws
himself from her hot love tunnel. The look of disappointment on her face
lasts only seconds as he positions her so that they are spooned together.
Once again he enters her this time from behind. Reaching around he begins
playing with her breasts as he slides himself in and out of her heated
wetness. She grinds her hips as he pinches and pulls on her nipples causing
her to feel the beginning of her climax. "You're ready to cum, aren't you?"
He whispers in her ear. She nods her head in ascent. His hands cover her
breasts as he rolls the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He
increases the speed and depth of his strokes. He continues to go faster and
deeper into her until finally she is pushed over the edge. Her moans of
desire fill the air and the contractions of her quim finally squeeze his
seed from him. Deeper and deeper he pushes himself into her as he shoots his
molten desire into her. He pulls her closer to him and kisses her neck. She
smiles and strokes his arm feeling him still inside her. The two of them lie
like this for several hours until they decide to take a shower. Getting out
of bed they walk hand in hand to the bathroom. Turning on the water he
slides the glass door and turns on the shower head. The two of them enter
the shower and take turns standing under the spray. While she stands under
the water he pours shampoo into his hands. As she steps from under the spray
he begins to wash her hair. She feels a tingling in her scalp as he massages
her head. She closes her eyes and concentrates on the sensations he is
creating with his hands. When he finishes she rinses the lather out of her
hair. She feels his soapy hands begin to massage her shoulders and then cup
her breasts. Leaning back she allows his hands to soap her entire body. His
fingers swirl around her pubic hair and she feels his nails tickle the soft
skin below. When her body is fully lathered he takes a washcloth and begins
to wash her entire body. Beginning with her neck he gently but firmly washes
every part of her. The feeling of his hands on her body arouses her again
but she knows that she must wait. When his hands go to her breasts and
engorged nipples she almost collapses. The roughness of the washcloth
combined with his knowledge of her body causes her arousal level to double
in intensity. Still she knows she must wait. Finally he finishes with her
breasts and descends towards her mons. She bites her lower lip in
anticipation, waiting for the familiar tingling sensations that he will
cause by his actions. His strokes are quick and light. He gently caresses
her labia and clit as he cleans them. She hears him chuckle knowingly. She
tries to maximize contact with his hand and the washcloth but he does not
allow it. When he finishes he asks her to wash him. She takes the soap in
her hands and works up a good lather. Grabbing his cock she strokes it
slowly, letting it slide in and out of her soapy hands. His moan fills the
shower and she smiles and grins an evil grin Now he knows how she just felt.
With her other hand she begins to soap up his balls, trailing her
fingernails in patterns across the sensitive skin. His head is thrown back
in ecstasy and she moves in front of him kissing and nibbling his neck.
"Fuck me again." She whispers, but the sound is amplified and fills the
room. He pulls his soapy cock from her grasp and spins her around, bending
her at the waist. She grins in anticipation. Spreading her lilly white
cheeks he places his cock at the entrance to her sphincter. She rubs herself
against his hardness and he teases her asshole with his hardness. Slowly he
enters her allowing her sphincter to adjust to his rock hard cock. Finally
he pushes the last bit in and a scream of passion erupts from her as his
entire length fills her anus. "Oh God your cock feels so good! Fuck my ass .
. . fuck it good." Her verbal incentive causes him to slowly slide himself
in and out of her tight little ass. He places his hands on her hips to
steady himself. She braces herself by placing her hands against the back
wall of the shower stall. He watches as his strokes cause her dangling
breasts to bounce around. He loves to take her from behind for exactly that
reason. He picks up speed and he feels her sphincter loosen enough so that
he can go full tilt. Moving faster and faster her breasts soon flop around
as his strokes go deeper into her. The sound of her pleasure fills the room
as he finally reaches climax. Shooting his load into her ass triggers her
own orgasm and she cums quickly. Pulling himself out of her she turns around
and gives him a deep kiss. They quickly wash themselves off and step out of
the shower. Grabbing a towel he dries her off and pats her ass as she heads
for the bedroom. Finding one for himself he wraps it around his waist and
joins her in his bedroom. They dry themselves off and begin to get dressed.
She keeps a drawer of clothes at his place for just such instances. She digs
out a matching black bra and thong from her designated drawer. Going to his
drawer she roots around for a few seconds until she finds a pair of his silk
boxers and throws them at him. He laughs. They are his favorite ones, black
with pinup's from the 1940's on them. Sliding them on he hears her give a
wolf whistle at him. He blushes and she laughs. He turns to look at her and
allows his eyes wander over her magnificent form. She bends over to dig
around her drawer and gives him a beautiful view. He cannot help himself and
lets out a wolf whistle of his own which in turn causes her to blush so
deeply that her pale cheeks are suddenly a ruddy color. She finds her prize
and goes to sit on the edge of the bed. He sees what she has been looking
for, a pair of thigh high stockings. He smiles and nods his approval. She
pulls the sheer material of the stockings up her legs and then adjusts them,
first one stocking then the other. Standing up she goes to the full length
mirror to makes sure everything is straight. Standing in front of the mirror
she admires her form. She likes the way that the bra, thong and stockings
accentuate her curves. She also likes the way he is looking at her from
across the room. His gaze causes her to get a tingling feeling and a she
feels the heat and moistness return. She smiles. Going back to the dresser
she opens her drawer and withdraws a bottle of perfume. She dabs some
perfume behind her ears, on her neck, between her breasts and behind her
knees. Moving to his closet she withdraws a blouse and a skirt. He has
picked out a sweater and a pair of jeans. "Where did you get that black
turtleneck from?" She asks as she looks around the room for her shoes. "It's
from my Navy days. The only thing I was issued that will never go out of
style. By the way . . . your shoes are downstairs." He chuckles as she
quickly runs downstairs to search for her footwear. He follows her
downstairs to search for his hiking boots. Finding her shoes and his boots
she slips on her heels and hands him the boots. Quickly he puts his boots on
and ties them military style. The two of them decide to have lunch in town.
Going out to her Cherokee she slides behind the wheel and he climbs into the
passenger's seat. She quickly turns the vehicle around and roars out of the
driveway. It is a pleasant drive into Boston as the two of them chat about
nothing in particular. They choose an out of the way restaurant where they
can sit, talk and relax. Finding a parking space a few blocks away from the
restaurant they walk through the city hand in hand. Entering the restaurant
they take a seat by the window so they can observe the hustle and bustle
they are trying to escape. The place is relatively quiet and secluded. The
two of them order sandwiches. He orders tea to drink and she orders a diet
Coke. Their food comes quickly and they eat in silence. Finishing up they
pay for their meal and then head for their favorite bookstore. Walking
through the city he points out all the historical sites and talks about the
important battles. He knows she has no interest in these things and she
allows him prattle on nodding and acknowledging his commentary. Finally
seeing the bookstore they speed up their pace. Entering the bookstore they
split up looking for their respective interests. He goes from history to
political science to computers. She goes from biology to music to recently
published fiction. They meet up in the magazine section where she is looking
at an issue of Better Homes and Gardens. "Your domestic side is showing
again." He says to her as he comes up behind her and rests his chin on her
shoulder. Her only response is the word Brat. He chuckles and looks through
the magazines trying to find something to interest him. When she is done
thumbing through the magazine she pokes him in the side and the two of them
head back to the Cherokee. They wander through the streets until they reach
her Jeep. Climbing in they head off to her place. It is about an hour drive
and they decide to stop off at his place to get his clothes for the next
day's dinner. As she pulls into his driveway she stays in the Jeep while he
runs in and packs his overnight bag. Running around the house he puts
together his shaving kit and throws his clothes into his overnight bag.
Double checking to make sure he has everything he turns on the security
system and locks the door behind him as he sprints back to her. She peels
out of the driveway and heads for her home. He watches as she expertly moves
through the gears. He loves her home. It sits out on the beach and is fairly
isolated from her neighbors. The view of the ocean is spectacular and
reminds him of his Navy days. The scenery towards her home is breathtaking
and it never fails to move him. Soon he can see her home and they are there
in no time flat. Grabbing his bag he follows her into the house. Going
upstairs he drops his stuff off in her room and places his shaving kit in
the bathroom. Coming back downstairs he finds her in the kitchen going
through the refrigerator looking to see what she can prepare for dinner. He
stands in the doorway to the kitchen watching her tap her foot and figuring
out what she can whip up for the two of them. When she shuts the door to the
refrigerator and sees him standing there causing her to jump. "Sorry, didn't
mean to startle you. So what's the verdict?" His smile puts her back at ease
and she brushes past him as she enters the living room. "It doesn't look
good. We may have to order out." She opens a drawer and pulls out the phone
book. "What sounds good to you, pizza or Chinese?" Thumbing through she
opens the yellow pages to the take-out section. "Chinese, remember what
happened the last time we ate pizza?" He sticks his tongue out the side of
his mouth and rolls his eyes up into his head as he falls on the couch. She
laughs as she dials the number to a local Chinese restaurant that has the
best food in the city and delivers. She orders for the two of them and goes
about setting the table for the two of them. She is happy that he is
spending the night with her. Not only does she not have to eat alone, which
she hates to do, but she also will not have to spend another night wishing
he was there with her. She hums to herself and smiles broadly as she sets
the table. She sees him standing in the doorway watching her and she
deliberately drops the napkins. With her back to him she bends over at the
waist to pick up the napkins. "You know I've always loved the view here."
Coming up behind her he presses himself against her and she feels his flesh
stirring. She alternates her weight from one foot to the other that causes
her to rub against him. She feels his entire length pressing against her and
she begins to breathe heavy. His hands go naturally to her full breasts.
Caressing them he begins to undo the buttons of her blouse so that he will
have better access to them. His hands slip into her blouse and he plays with
her nipples. Rolling them between his fingers. She moans as her nipples grow
hard underneath his fingers. Pulling her breasts out of her bra he kneads
her firm breasts. She grinds her ass against his steely hardness. He presses
himself harder against her. She reaches around to stroke him through the
material of his jeans. Unzipping his jeans she reaches in and grasps his
manhood. Thrusting his hips his hardness slides in and out of her firm grip.
"Ummmm . . . your cock is so hard. I wonder why?" The taunting tone of her
voice causes his cock to throb. She tightens her grip as he begins to thrust
a little faster. "Probably the sight of your firm little ass. It's so
fuckable." He pulls and pinches on her nipples as he feels her hand slide up
and down his shaft. The tip of her finger goes to the tip of his cock and is
rewarded with the wet stickiness of his pre-cum. She swirls her finger in
his pre-cum and coats the head of his cock with his juice. As he thrusts he
covers the shaft of his cock and her palm with his juices. He slides easier
in and out of her hand and speeds up. Suddenly the doorbell rings and they
realize the food has arrived. He quickly puts himself back into his jeans
and goes to answer the door. While he is paying for the food she licks her
hand clean the way a cat cleans its paws. She loves the taste of him. She
tucks her breasts back into her bra but keeps the blouse open for him to
see. He comes back into the room with the food as she is sitting down for
dinner. Opening the containers they begin to scoop food out onto their
plates and eat dinner. Each takes two egg rolls and generous amounts of
fried rice to add to the beef and broccoli she ordered for them. Both of
them eat quickly wanting to get back to the activity that was so rudely
interrupted by dinner. Both decide to forego chopsticks and opt for forks.
Going to the refrigerator he gets her a diet Coke and grabs the pitcher of
tea she keeps on hand for his visits. He grabs glasses for the two of them
and pours her drink for her and then fills his own glass. He leaves the
pitcher on the table so that he will not have to go back and forth between
the table and fridge.