The Lonely Salesman

Chapter Two

Connie’s Perspective

By JD Robbins

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The Lonely Salesman

Chapter Two: Connie’s Perspective  

Philly was still sound asleep as I came out of the most restful and contented night of sleep I'd had in a very long time. I was still snuggled tightly against his body, with my head resting on his chest. I didn't move a muscle, not wanting to wake him before he was ready.

As I lay there, his warm body felt so good touching mine. His arm, that had held me tightly to him as we fell asleep last night now rested on the satin bedsheets just behind me. I looked up at his face. He looked so peaceful, sleeping next to me.

In my mind, I began reviewing the night of passion we had shared. Philly had made love to me as no man had ever before. His tender, gentle lovemaking was something I'd never experienced. And when I had encouraged him to be somewhat rougher with my body, he responded with passion and lust for me. Thinking back, I knew that was a little out of character for Philly, but he still found a way to accept my encouragement and provide me with the sexual fulfillment I so desired. I hoped he wouldn't be turned off by my desire for occasional somewhat rougher sex.

I wanted so much for our newly discovered romance not to ruin our friendship. As I lay there with my new lover, I felt my passion and lust begin to build. I wanted him again, first thing this morning. I wondered if he would find it exciting to be brought out of his deep, restful sleep by my mouth. The thought of having his cock swell in my mouth while he slept turned me on.

I rationalized no man in his right mind wouldn't love being brought out of such a deep, restful sleep by having his cock sucked. I decided to go for it. Slowly I lifted my head from his chest. Philly didn't stir. I carefully slid down the bed, removing the comforter from his body as I did. He was still sound asleep as I uncovered his hips. His cock lay limp against his abdomen. Moistening my lips with the tip of my tongue, I slowly lowered my mouth toward his cock.

I began my oral alarm clock with a slow sensuous lick from the base of his cock up along the shaft to the head. I kept my eyes on his face watching for a sign that he was coming out of his deep slumber. My lips quivered as I slid them down the length of his still limp dick. Having sexual contact with my sleeping lover made my juices flow and I could feel my pussy begin to moisten.

I licked again up the length of his shaft, parting my lips as I reached its head. Sliding my upper lip over the tip, I used my mouth to pick his cock up from its resting place. The head slipped between my lips and into my mouth. The only contact between Philly and me was my lips and warm mouth around his cock. I felt it begin to react to my oral caresses, and I could see his eyeballs move slightly behind closed lids.

Holding his cock in my mouth, I slowly moved my head down, taking more of it inside. It continued to grow, and I thought I heard him mumble something. His eye movement became more pronounced. I realized my oral wake-up call had brought him out of his deep sleep, but that he was dreaming as I continued. I slid one hand up and took his stiffening shaft in that hand. I licked at the head and circled the corona with the tip of my tongue. A quiet moan escaped Philly's throat. His cock continued to swell and was now at a point where I could slide it deeper into my mouth without fear of bending it as I did.

My lips closed around the gland, and as the corona slid past my lips, Philly moaned again, deeper this time and with more volume. I kept my eyes glued to his face watching for any sign that he was awakening. As I took more of him inside my mouth, his eyelids moved and slowly opened. I had accomplished my goal. My lover was awakened, and his instant smile told me he loved my oral wake-up call.

“Morning lover,” He spoke. “I thought I was having an incredible dream, but I see it was no dream.”

I smiled at him with my eyes and continued what I had started. Knowing he was fully awake encouraged me to become more aggressive with my mouth and tongue. I grasped his now fully erect cock and licked every inch of the shaft. I again circled the corona and glands with my tongue. Lifting my mouth from the tip, I let a string of saliva stretch between his manhood and my tongue. As it broke, I opened my lips wide and lowered my mouth around his cock; as it entered my soft wet mouth, his eyes widened.

“Oh jeez, that feels so fucking good,” he said. “I love the way you suck my cock.”

Philly's cock is a perfect size. It's long enough to tickle my throat, but it doesn't have the girth that I find uncomfortable inside my mouth. Withdrawing him from my mouth, I said, “Good Morning Philly, hope you don’t mind if I started breakfast before you woke up?”

He smiled and giggled before saying, “Have all you want, I’m all yours this morning.”

I happily continued my good morning blow job. Again, I licked around the gland and corona, paying particular attention to the connecting tissue of his frenulum before licking the length of his shaft and onto his scrotum. Taking one ball between my lips, I sucked gently on it.

Philly groaned before saying, "Oh god, that feels so good, please don’t stop!” I had no plan of stopping, at least not before his cock exploded inside my mouth.

I ran the tip of my tongue along the underside of his cock shaft, tickling his urethra until I reached the tip again. I parted my lips and exhaled deeply over the head of his erect twitching cock.

“I want this in my throat,” I said before licking the head.

Very slowly, I lowered my wide-open mouth over the head and down along the shaft.  As it touched the back of my throat, I relaxed my muscles and pressed it deeper.

Philly moaned profoundly and said, "Oh my god, take all of it; swallow me."

His words encouraged me to swallow more of his cock. I could feel my throat bulge as the head of his rock hard erection pressed deeper and deeper into my throat.

"Yes, that's it, take it deep in your throat,” he exclaimed.

I brought it back up and let the head slip from my oral grasp before I said, “Do you like when I deep throat it?” Knowing the answer to my question.

Philly responded, “That feels so good, do it again, please!"

Again I deep throated his rock hard cock. My lips pressed against the base of his shaft, my nose pressed against his curly patch of pubic hair, and my throat surrounded his throbbing cock. Tightening my muscles I felt him surge, filling my moist flesh more fully.

Withdrawing him once again, I asked, “You want more?”

His instant response was, "Fuck yes, I want more, suck it, fuck it with your throat!”

I started doing just what he asked, fucking him with my wet mouth and hot throat. Over and over again, I impaled my oral cavity on his rock hard cock. His hips started lifting from the bed to meet my mouth as I descended on him.

Philly moaned deeply again as I took both of his balls in one hand and squeezed them lightly. I wanted his hot cum, wanted the flood of his first orgasm of the day deep in my mouth and throat. In my mind I craved his taste, the thick rich sweet taste of his incredible cum.

He groaned as my tongue licked over the head and down the shaft to his balls. Each time I withdrew his cock from my mouth, I stroked it slowly with my hand. He was soaked with my salvia, which made it easier for me to throat his throbbing rock hard cock.

Before I buried it in my throat again, I said, "Cum for me, shoot your sweet thick cum in my mouth!”

My plea for him to cum in my mouth made his cock swell even more; it slid once again down my throat. I took him, all of him.

He screamed, "God damn," his hand came to the back of my head.

I relaxed my throat muscles once more, knowing what he was about to do. As the pressure of his hand forced him deeper than before, I moaned sinfully as it again surged in my soft flesh.

He gathered up a hand full of my hair and pulled my mouth off his cock only to push me down around the entire length of his swollen pulsating cock shaft.

He said, "Fuck, yes, I'm gonna cum!" As he pulled my mouth off his cock once again.

I said, "Oh god, yes, cum in my mouth, ba." His cock muffled the final word as he forced it deep inside my mouth again. I wanted to taste his cum; I wanted to swallow every drop his balls could provide. I wanted him to use my throat.

He screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhh." As his orgasm began and the first hot thick stream of his cum shot from the opening of his urethra, it flooded my throat, and I swallowed it instantly. I lifted my mouth a little; the next shot filled my mouth. I held it there as I lifted again to let him coat my lips with his man juice. It tasted incredible, hot, thick, sticky, and very salty.

Philly groaned deeply as my mouth, tongue, and lips continued to please him and extend his orgasm.

He produced more cum than I thought possible, and I licked and sucked at his cock, smearing it all over my lips and cheeks. I love the feel of his cum on me, almost as if its searing heat might scorch my flesh. I love how his cock twitches as he cums and how his hips spasm during the climax.

Philly moaned over and over again as his orgasm slowly began to subside. His hips twitched every time my lips touched his cock.

“I want every drop of your hot cum load,” I said as I squeezed his cock stroking upward to collect the cum that coated his shaft and the final few drops I could elicit from his urethra. Licking all of it from the head, I moaned deeply as I took the head inside my cum coated hot mouth again.

As Philly started to regain control of his senses, he said, "What an incredible blow job."

I responded, “I love sucking cock. I think I'm a pretty good cock sucker."

"Pretty good is putting it mildly." He replied. "You give absolutely incredible head, Connie. I can't believe how deep you're able to take it."

“Years of practice and lots of bananas," I said, smiling as I licked his cum from my fingers.

I continued, “And I love the taste of your cum; I could drink that cocktail every night.”

I slid my hands up his chest and dug my nails into the flesh. He cooed lustfully, and his body shuddered when my nails reached his stomach and abdomen. He grabbed my hands and pulled them back up.

As he said, "Come up here and give me a good morning, kiss."

I slid up his body, letting my nipples rub against his skin. Philly moaned as my soft full breasts slid along his chest; our mouths met, and he kissed me deeply, his tongue searching for mine.

He licked at my face tasting his juice as he said, "Hmm, it tastes so good on your lips.”

Unlike most other men I'd given my throat to, Philly amazed me by tasting his cum from my lips and face. I kissed his lips, my tongue darted into his mouth, and he gladly accepted it, sucking what remaining cum he could from it.

His hands were in constant motion, touching me, caressing me, teasing me. I shivered under his soft, gentle caresses.

Philly smiled at me when he noticed the goosebumps on my arms and used the very tips of his fingers to trace sensually up the back of my arms. My whole body shuddered uncontrollably, and my nerve endings tingled under his sensual touch.

Our mouths met again; his kisses always start very tenderly. Lips barely touching, tongues only darting toward one another. His soft hands running along my jaw on either side until he reaches my hair.

"I love touching you, I love running my fingers through your hair,” he said, then added, “I’ve thought about doing that since the first moment I laid eyes on you.” 

I felt like a china doll in his hands; his touches are so gentle so calming so incredibly sensual. Philly handles me like he is worried that I may break. So many men I've been with grope at my body, squeezing hard, pinching, but Philly was introducing me to another kind of lovemaking. I quickly became accustomed to a soft sensual variety and, to be honest, enjoying very much. 

 I didn't want to move from him, but since I woke him, I offered, "Would you like me to make some coffee?"

His reply made me feel so good, so wanted, so needed.

Philly said, "Right now, the only thing I want is you right here with me."  He continued saying, "Lay down and let me give you a massage."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, he wanted to give me a massage. I thought only women gave their lovers massages. I gladly accepted knowing his soft hands would be all over my body.

I lay down on my stomach and folded my arms under my chin, turning my head toward him I said, "If you'd like some oil there's a bottle in the nightstand drawer."

Philly knelt beside me and reached over, pulling the small drawer open to retrieve the bottle of lavender-scented oil. He smiled at me as he opened the lid and lifted the bottle to his nose.

“This smells divine,” Philly commented. He squeezed a puddle into the palm of his hand and rubbed his hands together to warm the oil.

I reached around and pulled my hair to one side as his hands touched me. He started at the small of my back with his thumbs resting on my spine. Slowly he slid his hands upward, spreading the oil along the length of my spine to the base of my neck.  His hands moved to the outside edges of my back and slid down, applying oil to my skin very skillfully.

I moaned a little and said, “That feels so good.”

Philly giggled and replied, "I haven't even started yet."

Philly's hands moved back to the base of my spine, and slowly he began moving them upward, pressing his thumbs firmly against my vertebrae and making small circles out from my spine. Only his thumbs were working. The rest of his fingers just slid along as he worked his way slowly up my spine.

I moaned deeper as the muscles started to relax, and he approached the top of my spine. Once there, his fingers slid over top of my shoulders, and his thumbs continued a circular motion onto my neck muscles.

"Hmmmmmmmm.," I said as his thumbs worked their magic on my neck muscles.

Philly didn’t say a word. His hands did all the talking as he began sliding them down again further out from my spine. His fingers and palms joined his thumbs. And I sighed as the oil warmed my skin under his skillful hands and fingers.

“That feels incredible,” I said.

Philly leaned forward and said, "Shhhhhh." he wanted me to be still and silent as he worked my muscles. He knew anatomy because his massage followed the length of each muscle rather than across its fiber. I could feel every inch of my back muscles relax as his fingers soothed their fibers.

After working several times up and down my back, he continued down onto my ass and hips. His circular motion there soothed the muscles and brought a tingling and moist feeling between my thighs. I wondered to myself how much more of this I would be able to enjoy before I had to have him inside me.

Slowly he continued down, working his magic on the back of my legs. One hand on each thigh and both were working in perfect harmony.  My legs relaxed, and even though Philly had me be silent earlier, I again moaned as his hands worked over my thighs. I love his touch, his firm strong hands that work so gently on my body. As he continued down to my calves, I was becoming more and more in tune with his movements expecting the circle motion first and then the long deep strokes of his fingers and palms along the length of my muscles. My legs felt like taffy in his hands, taffy to be stretched and pulled, then compressed again.

He slid further down and lifted one foot to concentrate both thumbs in a circular pattern along the soles of my foot.

I resisted pulling it away but said, "Ooooh Philly, my feet are so sensitive."  

My encouragement only made Philly massage deeper into the bottom of my foot. As his fingers slid onto my toes, I giggled and said, "I'm very ticklish there."

Philly again shushed me and whispered, "Almost done with this side, Connie."

This side? I wasn’t sure I could endure this incredible massage on another side. But Philly kissed the sole of my foot and said, “Turn over.”

As I turned, he slid off the bed, walked over to push the ottoman to the side of the bed.

He stood between the bed and the ottoman and said, “Give me your head.” I slid up toward him as he sat down.

His hands cupped my head, and he used his thumbs to massage my facial muscles slowly, moving them from the middle of my forehead out toward my temples. It felt incredible; I instantly relaxed totally and let him work his thumbs over every inch of my face. His soothing technique turned me into putty. My neck muscles relaxed, and his hands held my head firmly as he massaged my eyebrows, my cheek muscles, and both upper and lower lips.

I finally had to speak, "God, this is incredible; you could put me to sleep massaging my face this way."

His eyes looked down at me, and he smiled before saying, "Relax baby, let yourself drift along with my hands."

He worked over my face for the better part of ten minutes. As I relaxed, his fingers soothed my neck, and I felt like one of those bobble dolls I’ve seen in the back of some cars.

Just as I felt like I could fall asleep under his gentle facial massage, he slid his hands further down under my shoulders, holding my head up with his forearms. He lifted my shoulders slightly off the bed and slid me back onto it, so my head again rested on the satin sheet.

Standing up, he slowly walked around to my feet again. As he walked around the bottom of my bed, his eyes took in my body. He smiled as he stopped at my feet and said, "Absolutely incredible; You are so sexy, so sensual, so beautiful."

I cooed at his compliment and smiled before saying, "I love the way you talk to me; I love the way your words make me feel, Please never stop telling me how much you want me.”

I looked down the length of my naked body and into his eyes. The look of lust was there. I wanted him. He wanted me. We spoke in unison, "I want you."

Our bodies had joined last night, earlier this morning, now I had a fantastic feeling that our minds and hearts were coming together also. That knowledge gave me a warm feeling in my chest I'd never felt before, and I loved it.

Most men I'd been with before would have said, "I want to fuck you, Connie." Philly continued to show me how romantic he is saying, "Make love with me, Connie, sweet passionate love."

I lifted my arms toward him as I replied, "Oh yes, let's make love together."

He slowly crawled up between my legs as I spread my thighs to offer myself to him. His body slid over mine as he moved toward my parting lips. Philly began lowering his mouth to mine then stopped. Our eyes glued to one another, his staring deep into mine as my eyes searched his.

His lips inched their way toward mine until they were barely touching. His lips parted, and his tongue slipped between them. Gently, slowly his tongue massaged my lips. I moaned deeply as the passion of our kiss warmed my soul. My tongue met his, and they circled one another sliding further and further down until our lips met. Philly gave into his lust and pressed his mouth harder on mine. This kiss, this glorious kiss ignited a fire in our loins.

I felt his cock swell along my belly, and his body weight began to press harder down on me. His chest touched my breasts, and I moved my shoulders side to side, rubbing my erect nipples through the curls of hair on his chest.

I wanted him inside me. I wanted his rock hard cock to fill me. I lifted my thighs and spread myself wide open. Philly moaned deeply and lifted his hips, positioning himself just at the entrance to my steamy soaking wet pussy. He pressed forward. I reached up and grabbed his ass, trying my best to force him inside. But Philly had other ideas.

He moaned and said, “Slowly.”

His rock hard prick pressed against the lips of my pussy. I released my grasp on his ass and slid my hands between our hips, spreading my pussy lips apart. Ever so slowly, Philly pressed his cock inside. First, just the tip, then the bulging head.

"God, it feels so good when you first enter me!" I exclaimed. "Give me more. I want to feel your cock buried inside me." I begged.

Inch by incredible inch, his cock slid into my soaking wet pussy. I moaned deeper and louder with each inch. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his entire length was engulfed in my searing hot cunt.

Philly groaned as his mouth again met mine for still another passionate soul searching kiss. As his tongue pressed deeper into my mouth, he pressed his hips hard against mine. He flexed his muscles, and his cock twitched inside me, rubbing against my G-spot.

I squealed with delight as the head massaged that most sensitive spot.

“Oh god, that feels incredible, fuck me slowly," I whispered as his lips kissed my cheek and along my jaw.

As slowly, maybe even slower, then he had entered me he began to withdraw until just the tip of his erection was resting inside me. Philly lifted his body from mine, looked down between us at his cock glistening with juices my pussy had bathed him in.

He pressed downward with his hips and buried himself inside again; another twitch and the head rubbed my G-spot again, eliciting a deep throaty groan from my throat.

I squeezed my muscles to grasp at it as it twitched a second and then a third time. I slid my hands along his back and into his hair, pulling his mouth to mine again. We were making love, not having sex, not fucking, instead making sweet passionate love, and I relished every second of it.

Every nerve ending in my body tingled, and chills ran up my spine as we continued our slow-motion lovemaking.

Philly looked deeply into my eyes as he asked, "Do you like making slow-motion love?"

I could only respond, "Oh god, yes, it feels so good!"

I felt as if I had entered some sensual dream state as we made love. Our bodies melted into one another. We became one in passion. His cock moved with slow, deliberate strokes from just inside the entrance of my cunt to the very depth of it. It swelled tight around his cock, juices bathed us both, and I could feel them running out of me and down over my ass.

I wanted him to fuck me slowly until I came.

"Yes, baby, give me a slow-motion orgasm," I begged him.

The rhythm of our lovemaking never changed. Philly has incredible control; most men I'd fucked before would have abandoned any chance of continuing at this incredible sensual pace and would have been slamming into me long before. But Philly just kept stroking into me at an incredibly slow pace. My cunt tingled with each stroke he made, and I slowly began to feel the tingling spread throughout my body.

"Oh god, keep going I'm starting to cum," I whispered.

My orgasm started as tiny waves of pleasure spreading out from my loins like ripples in a still pond after a stone was tossed into it. As each wave spread, a larger one began at the core of my womanhood.

"Oh my god, I'm actually cumming in slow motion,” I said.

His mouth met mine, and he kissed me deeply, passionately, searching the depth of my mouth with his tongue as he kept his pace precisely the same.

"Ohhhhhhh, fuck!" I exclaimed as my orgasm built to a fever pitch.

I have never experienced such an intense and long-lasting orgasm. I came for an eternity. My cunt flooded with juices bathing us both with my sweet nectar.

I begged him, "Please, cum for me! Cum inside me!"

Just as I begged him to cum for me, his muscles tensed, his throbbing cock swelled, and he began cumming.

"Oh, god, yes," He whispered as his cock shot its first load of hot sticky cum deep inside my sopping wet twitching cunt. Philly somehow kept the same slow pace even as his cock spewed wad after wad of cum inside me.

Again he said, “Oh god YES!”

I begged him, "Yes, fill me, flood my hot cunt with your beautiful hot cum.”

My pussy flooded with his juice, I could feel it running from me and coating my ass before it soaked into the bedding.  His body twitched, as did his cock inside me.

As our mutual slow motion orgasm subsided, I pulled him down onto me holding him tightly and running my fingers along the length of his back. My nails scraped at his skin. He moaned deeply as his softening cock slid from my flooded pussy.

Sliding off my body to one side, his cock trailed the mixture of our love juices across my thigh. I kissed him, and he responded, kissing me softly and very gently on the mouth.

Looking into his eyes, I said, "That was incredible; I’ve never experienced such an incredible orgasm before.”

Philly only smiled at me, knowing we had just shared something genuinely remarkable. He and I cuddled for the longest time that morning. Not wanting to break the bond we had formed, not wanting the glow of such an incredible sexual experience to fade. We talked again about our dreams for the future. I suppose after such an incredible night and morning of lovemaking. It came as no surprise that both Philly and I were now dreaming of where our new romance would lead. He seemed interested in how I got to where I am sexually.

He asked, “Connie tell me about your previous lovers? How did you lose your virginity?”

I told him, "I lost it when I was fifteen. I had matured early developing breasts before many of the other girls in my grade at school. A boy who was two grades ahead of me asked me if I would go out with him, and I agreed.  He took me to a movie, during the movie, he kept trying to touch my tits, groping at them like he was trying to pick out a ripe melon. I stopped him several times, but he kept up. Finally, he told me that if I wanted to date guys older then myself, I'd have to put out a little. I suppose peer pressure and the fact that I wanted so much to be popular at school lead me to allow him to feel my tits. He handled me so roughly Philly. After the movie, he took me to a place where the older kids went parking. I was very nervous as he manhandled my tits. He warned me that if I didn't put out, he'd spread the word around school that I was a prude, and I'd never be asked for another date.  The thought of being labeled as a prude scared me so much that I let him fuck me. He fucked me like a bull in a china shop. It was over in less than five minutes, and thirty minutes later, he was dropping me off at home. I felt so used, so cheap, Philly!"

"My God, that's so sad, Connie. To be used like that the first time you had sex." Philly said.

"The worst part about it," I replied, "Was that the guy spread the rumor around school that I was an easy target. I got a reputation for being an easy lay." 

"Boys would ask me for a date, and when we'd go out, I'd find out all they wanted was to fuck me," I said. "By the time I got to be a senior in school, I probably had fucked most of the boys in my class. I couldn't wait to graduate and get out of there. I still don't know how I made it through high school without getting pregnant."

Philly shook his head and said, “Did you go to college?”

"Yes." I replied, "But after two years, I dropped out and started working at a local mall."

"How long…" Philly began to ask. But I cut him off, saying, "I've been working at malls for 12 years now."

"When I was twenty-two, I married a guy who I thought I was in love with." "He turned out to be an abusive bastard." I continued. "He liked to slap me around; at first I thought a husband could do whatever he wants with his wife, but when some of my friends started asking me about the bruises I found out that he wasn't normal, I have to admit though baby, sometimes I did enjoy his rough sex.”

"So, you've been divorced for nine years now?" He asked.

“Nine and a half to be exact," I answered. "I've had flings with a few men since then, but they all wanted the same thing and treated me like their personal sex toy. One guy I went out with taught me how to deep throat a cock. He was the guy who had me practice with a banana. He had a huge cock and wanted me to be able to swallow all of it. He was so rough with me. I remember he once had me lie down on my back and hang my head over the edge. Then he stood over me and rammed his cock down my throat. I gagged and threw up. He then proceeded to fuck my throat like I was some kind of inflatable sex doll. I hated it, and I never let him get me in that position again, after that night, I never dated him again.”

“Damn Connie, you’ve had some shitty luck with men.” Philly offered.

I continued my story, "A few months ago, before I accepted the transfer and promotion at ET, an older man came into the store. He said he was looking for something for his teenage daughter. He was good looking, and I was very attracted to him. I didn't see a wedding band on his finger, and he was flirting with me big time. I figured he was divorced. Well anyway, he bought a ton of stuff and paid from a huge roll of cash. As I was giving him the change, he asked me out. I figured what the hell, maybe an older guy would be a pleasant change from all the assholes I'd been dating and fucking regularly."

Philly stopped me and asked, “Did you ask him if he was married?”

"Yes, I did," I continued, "and he told me his divorce would be final in a month or so." So we agreed on just dinner or a movie until his divorce was finalized."

“And he agreed to this?” Philly asked.

I replied, "Yes, and he was very romantic during the month while his divorce papers were in the works." "He took me to dinner; we went dancing or to a movie. All along, he never tried to seduce me. I have to admit, Philly, during that month, I masturbated many times fantasizing about making love with him. After about five weeks of dating, he told me his lawyer had called and said the divorce was final. He said all he had to do was stop by the next day, sign them, and he’d be a free man again."

“What happened next?” Philly asked.

I continued my story, “Well, I told him that since he would be a free man the next day that we should celebrate his freedom. I invited him to my place, offering to cook him his first dinner as a free man."

“And he instantly accepted the invitation?” Philly asked.

"Oh yes," I said, "I wore a very tight strapless black leather dress with black silk stockings and heels. I had my hair pulled back and in a bun and applied makeup, so I looked so sexy." "I wanted to seduce him that night, thank him for being so romantic during the five weeks we waited for his divorce to be final."

"Sounds like it was an evening to remember," Philly said.

I replied, "It was when he arrived, his eyes nearly popped out of his head."

“I know that feeling from yesterday,” Philly said.

"Well anyway, we melted into each other the minute he got in the door," I said. "That was the night I discovered that a man could make me cum just by stimulating my nipples."

Philly smiled and said, "That is pretty amazing. That turned me on big time last night."

I smiled and said, “You’re not the only one that was turned on.”

"So, what happened to him?" Philly asked.

"Well, after that night, we saw each other fairly regularly for a couple of months," I said. "Then, one day, when I was working at ET, this woman came in and walked right up to me and said, "Stay the fuck away from my husband, you little slut!" I was stunned after she left; I called his cell and confronted him about her."

“What did he say?” Philly asked.

“He said, oh well babe, it was fun while it lasted. I couldn't believe my ears. He had lied to me all along; he was married and never filed for a divorce." "I was devastated," I said.  "Even the most romantic man I'd ever been with turned out to be a lying bastard who just wanted to use me for his sexual pleasure. He was just willing to work at it a little longer before he fucked me over."

I realized that I had been telling Philly all about my previous sexual exploits for the last hour or so. Thinking about what I had just admitted to him, I worried that he would see me like a slut.

"God Philly, I sound like such a slut," I said. "I've been hurt so often by the men I let into my life; I hope you don’t…..”

Philly put his finger to my lips, cutting off the rest of my sentence. He smiled and said, "Connie, your past means nothing to me; it's your future. I'm most interested in."

He leaned close to me and kissed me on the lips, very softly and very gently. His fingertips held my cheeks, and I sighed, a sigh of relief, knowing Philly didn't think of me as some kind of easy slut.

“I want you to promise me something,” he said.

“What’s that baby” I replied.

"Never bring up your past again, but more importantly, never think that I'm going to change the way I treat you because of what you have told me this morning." He said. "Last night and today, we made incredible love, we made love as I've never known before." Philly continued, “I’ve looked into your eyes, and I saw a passionate, sensitive woman there. I want to explore what I've seen there."

His words touched my heart, giving me a warm feeling deep inside. Perhaps this man, this incredible man I've only know for a short time, was the man who finally could make me feel wanted, feel needed, feel loved. I smiled at him, kissed him softly on the mouth, and ran my fingernails through his hair. Time would tell if I'd finally found the one man who I've been searching for such a long time.

Philly said, “Relax love, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He slipped from my bed and slowly walked out of the room. I lay back on my soft satin pillow looking up at the ceiling, smiling inside and feeling so very good about our future together.

A few minutes passed, and I smelled coffee brewing. I didn't want to wait until he returned, so I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I was horrified. My hair was a mess; my makeup was all but gone. Philly had seen me at my worse and still wanted to be with me. He is an incredible man. I was about to learn even more about him. I quickly washed my face and brushed out my hair. At least I could look a little more presentable when he returned. Slipping on my long fluffy white bathrobe, I walked back out into the bedroom. Philly was standing in the middle of the room.

He smiled and said, “Breakfast is ready.”

Taking my hand in his, he led me out to the kitchen. He had set the table, poured two glasses of orange juice, and sliced a croissant. A steaming cup of tea awaited me. He had made us breakfast. Something no man had ever done before, he acted like a perfect gentleman, helping me into my chair, offering me cream and sugar for my tea. I was amazed he wanted to wait on me, trying to make me feel good. The closest I'd ever come to this feeling before was a quick slap on the ass, and I'll call ya sometime babe.

We made idle chit chat over breakfast, talking about work and how we were going to handle the gossip that was sure to flow in the mall once our new found romance got out. I suggested that perhaps we could keep our affair discreet.

Philly's reply was, "Are you kidding Connie. I'll be proud to let everyone in the mall know about us."

He actually used the word proud to express how he felt about being my man. That warm feeling I got earlier was quickly turning into a glow. After breakfast, Philly cleaned up, got dressed, and relaxed as I showered and got ready for work. As I sat at my dressing table, applying my makeup, he stood behind me softly, massaging my neck and shoulders.

He leaned down and softly whispered in my ear, "You look so beautiful. I love the way your eyes sparkle."

I wished we had more time because I wanted him more now than when I first woke up this morning. Unfortunately, time wouldn't allow me to fulfill that wanting. I finished my makeup and stood to turn to him. He smiled widely, acknowledging his approval at how I looked. It is so beautiful having a man appreciate me like this. And I couldn't wait till I could show him how good he makes me feel.

As we drove toward the mall that morning, he asked, "Connie, can I see you tonight?"

I replied instantly, "I'm counting on it."

His smile widened, knowing we would be making passionate love again tonight as he slowed his car beside the middle entrance to the mall I placed my hand on his thigh and leaned over close to him.

"Thank you for last night, thank you for this morning, and thank you for making me feel so special,” I said.

"My pleasure," he replied.

He quickly jumped out and rounded the car to open the door and help me out of his car. Taking me in his arms, he gave me such a loving hug and softly kissed me on the lips.

He whispered in my ear, “You look incredible, I start at three today I’ll stop by ET to see how your day is going.

I kissed him on the cheek and said, “I’ll be looking forward to that.”

As I turned and walked toward the entrance to the mall, he watched me. I gave my hips a special swing as I walked, knowing he was watching me. I wanted him to understand that these hips are his and his alone.

As I entered ET, my manager Marsha was standing behind the counter. She looked up and instantly said, "So, how was your date with Philly last night?"

I hadn't told her or anyone else that Philly and I had a date, but I surmised that since we left together, she assumed we were going out.

I just smiled and said, “He’s an incredible man Marsha.”

She grinned and said, "He must be Connie; you're all aglow this morning."

I spent the next few hours trying to concentrate on my work, but my mind kept going back to the incredible night and morning of passion Philly and I had shared. I watched the clock intently as the minutes passed in anticipation of seeing him again before he started work at Andover. Two thirty came and went, and I started getting a little worried that he wouldn't stop by to see me. Two forty-five and no Philly, was everything he had said to me meaningless? Was he going to become just another man who wanted to use my body for his own sexual pleasure? Was he going to play with my mind, my soul, and my heart? The answer rounded the corner of ET about ten minutes of three.

He smiled widely at me as he strolled toward the sales counter I was standing behind. As he walked past Marsha, I heard her say, "She's glowing today Philly, I'm impressed." Philly only nodded his acknowledgment of her statement as he approached me with his hands behind his back.

He walked up to the counter and said, "Sorry, I'm late. I had to stop for something before I got here." Having said that, he brought his hands around in front and placed a long white box on the counter. He said, "Got to run baby, I'm due in at three." He leaned over the counter and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before turning and walking out of the store.

Marsha walked over to the counter as my trembling fingers untied the pale blue ribbon that held the lid on the box. Slipping the top off, I unfolded the tissue paper and found a single long-stemmed yellow rose nestled in tiny white blossoms of baby's breath. It was the most beautiful rose I'd ever seen.

Marsha giggled and said, "Nice touch Philly." "You may have a keeper there, Connie." She added.

I picked up the card that was resting beside the yellow rosebud and opened it. It said.

"Connie, Thank you for the most incredible night and morning, I am so happy that you've come into my life. I want you to know that you have made me feel wanted, needed, and loved, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.  Love Philly."

I read the card over again, savoring every word, letting them settle deep inside my heart. This man, this incredible man was thanking me for making him feel wanted, needed, and loved. I should be the one thanking him for giving me the same feelings.

I held the card close to my heart, ensuring that every word Philly had written settled into the spot reserved for only him. Slipping the card in the pocket of my slacks, I smiled at Marsha.

She said, “You’re not going to let me read it?”

“No way, Marsha, my eyes and heart only,” I replied.

Marsha smiled and said, “I knew he was a keeper since the first time I met him.”

The yellow rose smelled so divine and looked so elegant in the bud vase Marsha placed it in before she set it on the sales counter. Every time I looked at it, my heart skipped a beat. I could hardly wait till my six o'clock break so I could walk to Andover and thank Philly for such an incredible gift.

About a quarter of six, Marsha suggested that I take my break a little early since I had someone I wanted to see.

I said, "Does it show, that much, Marsha?"

She just grinned and said, "Connie, you've been watching the clock for the last couple hours. Yes, hun, it shows big time, and it looks good on you. See you at seven."

I bolted for Andover and my new romantic man. I'd have an hour and fifteen minutes to thank him for the beautiful rose and card he'd given me. As I rounded the corner of his display window, only his assistant Ken was in the front of the store.

Ken smiled as I walked in and said, “Hiya Connie, what can I do for you today.”

I asked him, “Is Philly here?”

Ken hesitated just a moment and said, "No, hun, he took a short walk a couple of minutes ago."

“Do you know which way he went?” I asked Ken.

"Check over near center court," Ken suggested.

I thanked Ken and headed toward the center of the mall. As I approached Center Court, I saw Philly. He was standing near the main exit from the mall and was talking to a woman. She was rather mature but stunning. I stopped to watch them before I dare approach. She kept reaching out and touching him. They were clearly enjoying each other's company, and at one point, he hugged her tightly, and she kissed him on the cheek. I was devastated. He had another woman in his life.

All kinds of ideas raced through my mind. Was she his secret lover, was he cheating on her with me the night before. Was I setting myself up for a huge let down with Philly? I had to know; I had to confront them. I slowly walked toward them. As I did, they hugged again, and Philly kissed her softly on the mouth. I almost stopped and turned away when Philly saw me.

He smiled broadly and called to me, "Connie, you found us!" I sure as hell did find them, and I was jealous as hell. This older woman, this mature tart, was going to ruin my new romance with Philly, and I wanted to lash out at her like a cornered wild cat.

As I approached, she put her hand on his arm and looked directly at me, smiling broadly. She was going to play with me. I almost turned and ran away when Philly said, "Connie, I'd like you to meet my mom."

My ears rang with the words “my mom” relief flushed over me. I managed to smile weakly at them as she extended her hand toward me.

"Connie, this is my mom Phyllis." He said, "Mom, I'd like you to meet Connie."

Phyllis smiled again and shook my limp hand. I managed to say, "It's nice to meet you."

Phyllis said, "Phil has been telling me all about you, Connie. As a matter of fact, you're all he's talked about for the last half hour, honey."

My smile broadened as Philly put his arm around my waist. His touch warmed me, and I instantly warmed up to this woman that I was thinking of clawing her eyes out just a moment earlier.

Phyllis said, "Now that I've met you Connie, I can understand why Phil has been talking about you, non-stop."

"Thank you so much, Phyllis," I replied. "Philly is such a gentleman."

"He better be, I taught him to be one, and also to respect ladies too," Phyllis said.

Looking at her wristwatch, Phyllis said, "Oh my, I'm going to be late for my meeting! I hate to run kids, but they can't start without me." She added, "I wish I could stay and get to know you better, Connie, but we can do that another time. Okay?"

I replied, "I'd like that, Phyllis."

Phyllis hugged Philly and me together and kissed him on the cheek before saying, "Call me Phil, we'll get together for Sunday brunch. And be sure to bring Connie with you, sweetie."

Philly smiled and said, "It's a date, mom. I'll call you Saturday, okay?"

Phyllis smiled broadly at me and said, "Looking forward to talking with you again, Connie." I nodded my head and smiled at her. She was a beautiful woman, and I was warming up to her more as each minute passed.

Phyllis turned and walked through the doors to the parking lot, and Philly and I watched as she disappeared around the corner.

He said, "She likes you."

I felt ashamed that I doubted Philly and wanted to claw his mother’s eyes out just a few minutes earlier. I thought about telling him how I felt when I saw him kiss her before we met, but changed my mind not wanting Philly to know I doubted his intentions and the words he had written on the card with my rose earlier in the afternoon.

Instead, I turned to him and slid my hands along his arms to his shoulders. Looking deep into his eyes, I said, "Thank you so much for the rose. You're the first man who has ever bought me flowers." I let my hands slip around his neck and pulled him close to me, hugging him tightly. I whispered, "That made me feel so good inside. Thank you so much."

Philly smiled and kissed me softly on the lips. One of his perfect gentle soft kisses that I’ve come to love so much in the last 24 hours.

He said, "Walk with me, Connie. I want everyone to see you on my arm."

Philly held my hand as we strolled the mall. I felt so good being with him, it felt so right being next to him, and his smile reinforced that he felt the same about me.

He asked me, "Want to grab a bite to eat? We can stop at Romans for a slice of pizza or a salad if you like."

I was hungry and agreed, knowing I'd be able to stare into his eyes while we ate together.

We entered Romans and were greeted by the owner, "Hi guys, what can I get you?"

I ordered a Caesar salad and a diet Coke. Philly opted for a slice of pizza and an iced tea.

"Okay, have a seat, and I'll bring your order over as soon as it's ready." Mr. Roman said.

We sat at a small table near the entrance to the pizza shop and as I expected Philly helped me with my chair. His mom had taught him well, always a perfect gentleman.

As he sat down across from me, our eyes met. He had such a sparkle in them when he looked at me. I said, "What do you see?"

His instant reply was, "The most gorgeous woman I've ever laid eyes on."

I felt my cheeks flush as I blushed at his compliment.

I said, “You’re making me blush, and I love it.”

Seeing that he could make me blush like that, Philly took the opportunity to tell me all the things that make me so gorgeous to him.

"I love the way your eyes sparkle when you look at me." He said.

"I love how your hair flows down around your face; I love how you purse your lips just before you smile, I love how your skin feels when I touch you, I love the way you react to my touch."

I was blushing big time but said, “Please don’t ever stop telling me what you love about me.”

He reminded me, "Connie, didn't you tell me you love when a man compliments you?"

"Yes, I did,” I replied with a smile on my lips. 

"Well, so that you know every one of the compliments I offer comes from my heart. I mean every single one of them, sweetheart," Philly said.  

“Oh my, I’m finding out very quickly that you always say the most beautiful things.” I said, “Thank you for making me feel so good.” 

As we enjoyed our meal, I realized that even though Philly and I have become lovers, we were terrific friends. I was so happy that our night of passion hadn't changed that. I'd enjoyed his company before, and now that we have become intimate lovers, I was enjoying his company even more.

When we finished eating, Philly walked me back to ET, and we made plans to meet at his store after we closed for the night. It was five after seven when I got back to ET. Philly gave me a loving hug and softly kissed me before heading off to Andover for the rest of the night. Marsha was anxious to leave since she would be enjoying the rest of the night off. She reminded me that I was scheduled to open the next day and said, "Don't stay up too late tonight, Connie." Giggling with the knowledge that Philly and I would again be together tonight.

The two and a half hours, until we closed, went by fast mostly because it was busy in the shop, and I didn't have a lot of time to think about what I knew was waiting for Philly and myself after work.

At nine-thirty, exactly I told my part-time staff to pull the gate, and I quickly closed out the register and turned off the lights. Grabbing my purse and coat, I headed for Philly's store. When I arrived, the gate was halfway down, and the lights on the sales floor were off. The light coming from the stock room lit my way through his store, I crouched down a little and under the gate.

As I walked toward the back room, I called his name, "Philly?"

“I’m back here,” He said from the stock room. “Come on back.”

I lay my coat and purse on the last fitting chair before walking to the back room. As I rounded the corner, Philly looked up from his paperwork and smiled at me. He slid off the stool he was sitting on and took a step or two toward me. His arms gathered me up and pulled me close to him. Our lips met in a passionate kiss. Philly's tongue parted my lips, and his hands explored my back.

I crushed my body against him and slid my hands up and into his hair. He moaned as I returned his kiss, letting his tongue explore my oral cavity as he wished. I could have made love with him right there in his stock room. I wanted him; I needed to feel his cock inside me again. I wanted to feel the heat of his hard cock spread within my pussy.

But Philly, well, he had other ideas. Our kiss lingered, but Philly didn't let the intensity build to the point that we wanted to tear each other's clothes off and make love. No, my incredible man tried to romance me; he wanted to seduce me.

Breaking our kiss, he said, "Two minutes, and we can get out of here and go relax together.

I asked him, "Please take me home with you tonight; take me home to your bed tonight.”

Philly finished his paperwork and locked up in record time. I followed him to his apartment and was getting hotter and hotter for his body all along the way. My pussy ached for his touch, ached to feel him fill it with his rock hard cock, ached to be flooded with his sweet sticky cum.

We pulled into the lot at his apartment complex and led the way inside to his apartment. Philly unlocked the door and opened it for me. I stepped inside the darkroom as he closed and locked the door. Standing behind me, his hands instantly circled my body and slid up to cup my tits. My already hard nipples pressed into his palms through the sheer fabric of my bra and blouse. I wanted his hands on my nipples. I wanted his fingertips pinching them.

“Oh god, I’m so fucking hot for you!” I whispered.

Philly quickly unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it from the waistline of my slacks. He slipped it off my shoulders and dropped it to the floor. His lips touched my shoulders as his hands slid up my stomach to cup my tits. He nuzzled his mouth into my neck, sending a shudder through my body.  His hands moved expertly all over my upper torso and finally found their way to the clasp of my bra. I felt the pressure of my bra loosen as he unclasped it.

A sensual throaty groan escaped my throat as his hands returned to my tits, pushing the fabric of my bra aside. His fingers instantly went to my erect nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and index fingers.

He continued kissing my shoulders and neck while massaging my tits and pinching my nipples.

Philly slid his mouth to my ear and whispered, "God Connie, I love touching you, I love feeling your nipples under my hands.

I wanted his tongue in my mouth, his cock in my pussy, I wanted him, all of him. My body twitched and shuddered under his touch.

He kissed his way down my back, and as he reached a crouched position behind me, his hands slid down from my tits to the button of my slacks. Opening the button, he peeled my pants down off my hips and legs. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them. Turning to him, I was naked except for my white lace thong.

Philly’s eyes took in every inch of my body, he gazed passionately at my tits, and down over my hips and lace-covered pussy. I reached for his groin, but his hand intercepted mine. Philly looked deeply into my eyes before he said,

"I want you, I want you now!"

I moved to melt into his arms, but he scooped me up in his, one arm under my thighs and the other supporting my back. My arms went around his neck, and our mouths met in a passionate, sensual soul searching kiss. He carried me across the living room, past the black leather couch, and toward an open doorway. He turned slightly sideways and carried me into a room, his bedroom. Light from the parking lot lights dimly lit the room. In an instant, he placed me on his bed and straightened up.

Our eyes were glued together. his hands slid over my body and under the lace of my thong. Philly stripped out of his clothes as I watched. Once he was wearing only his jockey shorts, he reached out with one hand and ran it over my tits. I moaned profoundly, reacting to his touch. He stood there for a moment letting his eyes take in the sight of my body as I lay there wanting him.

"You are so absolutely beautiful." He said.

I couldn't stand it any longer and moved to a kneeling position on the bed. Reaching out, my hand slid along the length of his erect cock through his jockeys. I hooked one finger in the front of the elastic waistband and pulled them down. His cock sprang forth, a pulsating shaft of muscle, rock hard and twitching, and begging for my lips to surround it. I leaned forward and took the head between my lips. He moaned deeply as the warmth of my oral cavity surrounded the head, and the corona slid past my lips and onto my waiting moist tongue. His eyes were glued to mine as I took more of him inside my mouth, bathing his swollen cock with my warm saliva.

"So fuckin' sexy," He said.

Once I'd coated his twitching cock with my wetness, I let it slip from my mouth. I turned around, kneeling on all fours offering him my ass.

"Fuck me, baby, fuck me doggie style now," I begged

He hooked a finger in the strip of fabric between my ass cheeks and pulled my thong aside.

“Yes, that’s it, fuck me now, I begged.

In an instant, I felt his hands on my hips and the head of his cock pressing against my soaking wet cunt.

With one firm thrust, his cock entered me, impaling my wetness completely, filling me with his incredible cock.

I moaned deeply as his cock twitched inside me.

"God damn, you're so fucking wet," Philly exclaimed.

“I’ve been wet for you all day and hotter than hell for you to fuck me," I replied.

He slowly withdrew until just the head was inside me. His hands grasped my hips, and he thrust forward again, pulling my hips back to meet his cock. Over and over, he withdrew and pulled me back hard against his cock.

"Yes, that's it, fuck me hard. I screamed.

He slammed his throbbing rock hard erection into me harder and faster with each successive thrust. Philly pulled my pussy back toward him to meet every stroke. It felt so massive inside me.

I squealed when he reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back toward him as he continued fucking me harder and harder.

"Fuck me harder!" I screamed.

“Your cunt is on fire." Philly said, "It's so wet and so fucking tight."

I began to feel the tingling deep within me as I started to climb toward the pinnacle of sexual pleasures. He was going to make me cum, and I couldn't wait. His cock pistoned into my steaming pussy like a massive fuck machine. Rubbing against my g-spot then slamming against my cervix. God, I love the way he fucks me, I love the way he fills me.

Philly released his grasp on my hair and slid his hands under me to grab my tits and pinch my hard nipples. 

I moaned a deep throaty moan as the waves of orgasmic pleasure began washing over me. My cunt twitched, and even more juices flooded it bathing his rock hard cock.

"Oh god, oh god, I'm cumming," I squealed as my orgasm peaked.

I tightened the muscles inside my cunt as it grabbed his cock.

“Don’t stop; fuck me hard and fast!" I begged.

The feeling of his rock hard erection slamming into me only heightened my orgasm. Wave after wave of total sexual pleasure washed over my body, and every nerve ending tingled with delight.

Philly just kept fucking me, splashing into my flooded cunt, as this first orgasm began to subside. My body craved his touch, and my mind wanted his voice. My dripping pussy craved his cock.

He moaned and said, “God damn, you’re so wet.”

Sweat dripped from his body and mixed with mine. His hands were sliding all over my body, pulling my hips back to meet his cock as he fucked me. He was grabbing my tits, pulling at my hair, my shoulders. Anyplace he could, he would grab me and pull me back toward his invading erection.

“God it’s so hard, I love how you fuck me,” I said.

"I want you on top of me, Connie, change positions,” Philly pleaded.

He withdrew his cock and crawled up alongside me, rolling over on his back. From my kneeling position, I only needed to lift one knee and slide sideways to mount him. He slipped quickly into my soaking wet pussy and I pressed it down over his length to let him soak in my juices.

His hands instantly went to my tits. Lifting them, caressing them pinching the nipples and rolling them between his fingers. My body tingled from his touch.

Beautiful, you're so sexy, so fucking sexy." Philly said as his hands continued their assault on my tits.

As I slowly lifted my hips and my pussy slid along the shaft of his pulsing rock hard cock, he moaned.

His eyes were glued to mine, his lips parted, his breathing coming in short, shallow gasps as I again slid down over his beautiful erect cock.

He slid his hands from my tits to my shoulders and pulled me down toward his waiting mouth. I wanted no part of a gentle kiss; my mouth crushed against his. My tongue probed his mouth, searching for his tongue.

Finding it, we began circling each other's tongues, our mouths wide open, trying our best to sink our tongues as deeply as our sex organs were joined.

I fucked him slower, lifting my hips and sliding down the entire length with each stroke. I wanted him to feel the full depth of my pussy with every stroke. I wanted him to feel the lips slid along his shaft. I wanted him to feel the head bumping against my cervix with each stroke.

Philly broke our kiss and gasped for air before saying, "Damn Connie, you feel so good, I love the way you move; I love the way you fuck me slowly like that.”

I smiled and kissed him again. I wanted him to know I loved the way he fucked me, how he kissed me, and how he touched me. I wanted him to know that he is the most incredible lover I've ever had.

As I slowly rode his cock, I again began to feel that tingling increase. My body tensed and I again began to feel the waves of pleasure of another approaching orgasm.

"Yes, baby, yes," I said.

He responded, “Yes, cum again for me, flood my cock with your cum.”

His pleading for my cum pushed me over the top, and I began to fuck him faster, grinding my clit against him as my next orgasm built. A tsunami of pleasure swept me up and carried me to incredible heights of sexual joy.

I screamed, "PHILLY… oh god Philly yes, yes, yes." as my orgasm peaked. My muscles tensed, and I ground my clit hard against him as the incredible tingling continued. Slowly I began to regain my senses, and I leaned down and kissed him again. My lips kissed every inch of his face. My tongue flicked at his mouth. His lips opened, and he sucked my tongue inside.

My dripping swollen cunt held him tightly. Philly didn't move a muscle. He was content to just be inside me, soaking in the flood of juices his cock was surrounded by. Our sweat covered bodies pressed together. All the moisture two lovers can produce was mixing except for one, his cum. I wanted his cum to mix with all the other juices coating our bodies.

Lifting my head, I looked into his eyes and saw the lust he has for me. I saw the passion he has inside. I saw the wanting he has for me.

I said, “I want you to cum for me. I want you to fuck my tits and shoot your hot sticky cum all over them. I want it to mix with our sweat and the juices from my dripping wet pussy.”

Philly looked at me and said, “Oh my god, I’ve dreamt of that.”

I reached around behind my ass, and as I lifted from his hard cock, the flood of juices from inside me spilled out onto my hand. Sliding off him, I lay down beside him. As he rose, I spread the handful of moisture between my tits, offering him a soft wet place to deposit his cream.

He straddled my chest. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my tits. As he slid his cock between my tits, I pressed them tightly together, capturing his throbbing shaft.

Philly moaned with pleasure as the warmth of my breasts engulfed his cock. He began slowly fucking the cleavage of my soft wet tits. My hands held them firmly in place, and every stroke or two, he would pull his cock out and rub its deep purple colored head against my hard nipples.

He watched intently as his cock disappeared between my fleshy mounds, only to peek out again above the cleavage. I extended my tongue to lick at the head each time it appeared from between my tits.

He groaned and said only one word, “Incredible.”

I replied, “Your cock is incredible.”

My tits and his cock glistened with the moisture of our bodies. It felt so hot, so big between my tits.

"Yes, baby, keep fucking my tits!" I begged him.

His pace quickened, and I could feel his cock swell to orgasmic size.

Philly groaned and said, "Fuckin' A, I'm gonna cum.”

Yes baby, yes, shoot it all over me pleasssssssseeeee… I screamed.

“AHHHH..” Philly moaned as his cock spewed forth the first stream of hot sticky cum.

It soaked my tits, adding even more lubrication to the already totally lubricated cleavage of my soft fuck mounds. I loved the feel of his cock between my tits and loved, even more, the feeling of it shooting hot thick cum there.

He pressed forward, and the head appeared above my cleavage just as the second stream of cum shot out of his cock. It hit against my chin and ran down into the small of my neck, pooling there. Another shot of hot cum settled between my tits, and he pulled his cock from between them. Grasping it in his hand, he stroked it to elicit the final few streams, which he deposited on each nipple.

His cock spent, he began rubbing it all over my tits, spreading the cum everywhere, coating my nipples with it. I smiled and opened my mouth, inviting him to rub it against my tongue.

Philly said, "Oh yeah, suck it." As he leaned forward, pressing his cock between my lips and onto my waiting tongue.

I moaned as the taste of him entered my mouth. Closing my lips around the head, I sucked hard on it, hopeful that he had a drop or two of cum still to offer me. His cock tasted so fucking good. The mixture of juices it offered sent my senses spinning. Pulling it from my mouth, I licked along the bottom of his shaft to his balls.

I said, "God, I love the taste of your cum. I want more baby, give me more please."

Philly leaned back and rubbed his cock head into the pool of sticky cum on my neck, coating the head with it once again. He lifted his cock and let the cum drip from it into my open, waiting mouth.

“That’s it, give me all your creamy thick cum," I said as I took it in my mouth again to suck and lick him clean.

“More, Philly, find me more of your hot cum!” I begged.

He leaned back again and slid his now softening cock between my tits, coating it once again with the cum he had deposited there.

I giggled with pleasure as his cum coated cock entered my mouth again so I could suck and lick him clean.

Philly watched intently as I cleaned his cock with my lips and tongue.

He said, “You look so damn sexy with my cock in your mouth and my cum spread on your lips.”

He moved his hips down my body, leaned down to kiss me, and shared the taste he had given me a moment before. As our mouths met, his tongue parted my lips, and he sucked my tongue clean of the remaining salty cum he found there.

Sliding further down, he lay down beside me and continued to kiss and lick my face. Each time he found some more, he brought it to my lips with his.

We kissed like that until there was no more cum to share. Once he had cleaned me, his kisses lingered longer and longer on my mouth. Our passion, our lust, our total fulfillment with each other growing with each kiss. 

He held me close to him, warming my body and heart with his touch. What had been such a lustful lovemaking session was quickly turning into a gentle tender period of snuggling and cuddling. I love the feeling this gives me, and I was becoming more and more used to Philly's way of being intimate.

We had made wild passionate love, and now we were enjoying the afterglow of our efforts. My feelings for Philly were growing with each passing moment. I could feel my heart and soul becoming one with him. I wonder if he had those same feelings.

I kissed him tenderly on the mouth and asked, “Philly, can I sleep with you tonight, and wake in your arms again tomorrow?”

He smiled and tenderly brushed my hair back from my eyes before he responded.

"Nothing could make me happier." He responded. "I want to fall asleep tonight with you in my arms and wake up in the morning with your warmth next to me."

I wanted to tell him that I was quickly falling in love with him and that I was having thoughts that I'd never had about a man before. We've only known each other for a short time and shared intimate moments for less than forty-eight hours. But my feelings for this incredible man were growing stronger with each passing second.

I decided to keep those feelings to myself for now. I would have trouble hiding them for very long, though. I hoped he was feeling the same thing. The same deep affection, the same love I was feeling.

He kissed me one final time that second night, a kiss that reassured me he was feeling the same about me. As I lay there in my lover's bed, snuggled against his warm body, I looked at his face. His eyes were closed, his breathing was shallow, he had entered a restful, peaceful sleep. I touched his cheek and lay my head on his shoulder. Closing my eyes, I let myself relax and joined my love, my Philly, in a deep, peaceful sleep.