By the way, Francesca is an Italian name, so is pronounced Franchesca. On we go...
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"Fuckit! She's only got that nasty soya milk in the fridge, and you can't make a decent cup of tea with that!".
I opened my eyes - Francesca was standing in the doorway to the spare bedroom of her friend's flat where we stayed last night, wearing just a long t-shirt and nothing else.
"Morning, strange man! I'm assuming you'd like some tea or something? Sorry to wake you early - it's only 7am. You can blame my inbuilt 'get up to go running' clock for that! Would you be a hero and pop round to the shop for some milk?".
I hadn't been dreaming! Last night, after our wild fingers and thumbs and tongues session and a quick shower we'd gone to the small spare bedroom and fallen asleep together, me spooned behind her. I'd woken a couple of times, my stiff cock pushing into the small of her back, and I'd kissed the back of her neck as she moaned a sleepy sigh. We were both shattered from our explosive orgasm and had slept well.
Back to now, and at that moment her mobile rang - she turned and walked into the lounge, and through the doorway I caught a glimpse of her firm petite butt as she bent slightly to pick it up, causing an instant stirring of the loins.
"Hello? Oh, hello Sarah, is everything OK? ... Oh, thank God for that. .... Yes, I'll hold on 'til you get back, we have to catch up ... yes, I'm fine. ..... No, you didn't wake me. In fact, I've got a little gossip for you when you get back ... no, not now .... really? Well..."
At this point the door closed, but I knew exactly what this was about, I couldn't help myself and went and had a sneaky listen.
"...the one I was talking to yesterday when you dropped the tickets off? ... I thought so too! We went to the film ... yeah, and that's not all! ... I hope you don't mind? I know, I know! It's so unlike me. No, of course I didn't! But bloody well damn near everything else! I have got some dirty dirty gossip for when you get back! ... No, I'm not telling you over the phone! Just wait! ... Oh, I will! Love ya, ciao!".
I dived back onto the bed and played innocent. The door opened.
"That was Sarah - I always get worried when the phone rings early in the morning, but everything's in the clear. You got plans today? Looks like we got the place to ourselves until this evening!"
She jumped on the bed, straddled me and bit my lip gently.
"If you don't mind, that is?"
"Tell me something," I asked, "did I fall over and bang my head yesterday putting myself into some kind of pleasant coma in which I met a smoking hot girl?? If so, this is my fantasy and I can do THIS!".
At which point I grabbed her, put her on her back on the bed, whipped her t-shirt right up and kissed both her breasts quickly - as I did so my cock pressed against her abdomen.
"My my, someone's up already, and cheeky with it!".
With that, she put her legs around my back and moved herself so her clit was rubbing on the vein near the base of my shaft.
"Mmmm, rather tempting", she said. She then appeared to have a bit of an internal dilemma.
"Listen, I woke up quite early, thinking about stuff. Remember my rule I told you about? The no sex on a first date thing? But this isn't even a date! I don't know ... there feels no reason for rules here. I'm not promising, I need to think about this, but when you get the milk, would you get some condoms too?"
My eyes widened. She laughed.
"Ha, you look like an enthusiastic puppy - if you have a tail, it'd be waggling right now! Come on, I'll give you the keys."
I dressed and went down into the dark morning. The Costcutter was just round the morning, and, all-praise our hard-working shopkeepers, it was open.
Of course, the condoms were on the shelf behind the counter. How embarrassing was that, buying condoms early on a Sunday morning? Then another product caught my eye. Some KY Jelly. Surely she wouldn't let me...I mean.... deep breath:
"Packet of condoms and the blue tube next to them please. Oh, and the milk!".
I hurried back to the warmth of the flat. The shower was going, so I made the tea and found some bread and did a couple of slices of toast.
The bathroom door opened and Francesca emerged robed in a towel and enveloped a cloud of steam.
"Hey, good timing - you were quick. No sugar in mine!".
We sat down on the sofa and drank tea and ate toast with marmalade.
She put her damp hair on my shoulder - "pop the telly on and let's see if the world has ended!".
I put Sky on - there'd been more soldiers killed in Afghanistan.
"Grrr, this makes me so mad. I'd like to see Blair put one of his kids on duty. Things would soon change. But there's nothing we can do about that." She sighed. "Still, nothing to stop US making love not war!".
She kissed me and squeezed my crotch.
"Come on, get those clothes off and come back to bed".
She led me to the bedroom and ordered me to strip off and lie down on the bed. She took her towel off and stood there in all her petite, slender and fit loveliness.
She straddled my chest and sat down on me, her small pert breasts above me, her nipples erect.
"Now, mister, you paid scant attention to my pussy last night. So you're going to make up for that with your mouth. I can still feel your fingers in my ... you know, where you were; I don't like the word 'arse'."
"Why? It's just a word. And besides, how can I tell you that you have a perfect arse if I can't say arse?!"
"I don't know, it just sounds like something dirty. Was it.... I mean, was I clean?".
"Yes! Relax - I don't want to spoil the moment getting clinical, but it's actually usually very clean there. You'll know when it's not a good time for fingers or ... anything else".
"You'd be lucky!" she laughed.
"Yes", I said, looking at right at her, "very, very lucky".
She looked at me seriously for a second. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her pussy forward towards my face. She had a thin whispy triangle of hair, neatly trimmed, and the telltale bump of her clitoris and neat little labia. I kissed the hood of her clitoris, then the outer edge of one lip, then the other. Her left hand drifted down and two fingers gently parted her lips, inviting my tongue to lick the smooth skin just below her clit, before rasping my tongue across the very tip of her bud. I heard her gasp above me, despite her soft legs pressing against my ears. I pulled her forward a little more, and tasted the soft, clean flesh of her inner lips. She sank herself right down on my mouth and I tasted the sweet wetness, the musky tang of her juices as she moved her pussy back and forth on my tongue, two fingers rubbing her swelling clit inches from my eyes. Her juices started to flow freely, and I could taste her at the back of my throat - her sex, her cunt, flowing into my stomach, becoming part of me. As her taste got stronger, I licked deeper and deeper, like a busy bee lapping at nectar, barely able to breath as her clit was pushed hard against my nose. She reached back and I felt her hand on my cock. She fondled the head, and rubbed her finger around the drip of precum on the tip.
"Oh, you...are...GOOD!".
"mmmm mmmmmm" - I said, which was as close to "thank you!" as it was going to get.
I felt her move, leaning over to get the condoms from my pocket. I heard the tear of the cellophane on the packet and the sound of one being torn off. She spun round, saying "no need to stop", and proceeded to deftly plant her soft lips on my cock. I now had her bottom right one my nose, and my tongue in her pussy. I couldn't resist flicking my tongue across her arse a few times, once again feeling her flower pucker tight at first, then slightly relax as the tip of my tongue entered slightly.
I felt the glans of my cock gently stroking against the roof of her soft mouth, then the roll of the condom onto my penis.
Francesca got up, then sat down on my waist, flattening my cock onto my chest while stroking her wet pussy lips up and down the length. Her hand reached behind her and her fingers curled round my balls, before she lifted my cock and guided it to the entrance of her tiny wet cunt.
She was tight. I mean, really tight. "Oh God, you're huge!", she said. This put a smile on my face! What man doesn't like to be told that?! Well, about his penis anyway. I'm trying not to sound like I'm bragging, but I've over 6'5" and everything is in proportion, and she's barely 5 feet tall and very petite.
She sank all the way down - there was a gasp as I hit the end of her, filling every inch. She threw her head back and cupped her right breast in one hand, and while her fingers worked their magic on her clit I cupped her other breast in one hand, squeezing her nipple while my left hand squeezed her buttock.
Her rhythm increased - I rose to meet her a couple of times, but her stifled cry of "ow!" told me I was going too deep. I let her do all the moving, feeling the warmth of her, enveloping my penis so tightly.
Once again, I saw the tell-tale signs of goose-pimples on her breasts, her cheeks going rosy, her mouth open, her rhythm increasing, her angle changing to find the perfect rub of my head against her g-spot. I felt my balls becoming wet from her juices, and she began to smack her clit with three fingers. With a throaty growl she exploded from the very depths of her womanhood outwards to the tips of her fingers. She grabbed my hand and squeezed so hard I thought she was going to break my fingers. Her bucking subsided and she shuddered to a halt before lying forward on me, breathless. I had managed, just, to hold myself back. I wanted desserts!
She started laughing. "I'm really going to freak you out! Last night I was crying after coming, this time I'm laughing ... I don't know why. Oh God, two out of two. Not bad! It's a shame though - I really really want you to come inside me. I mean, actually come inside me. Not just my mouth like last night. I know obviously you can't, I mean, I've been off the pill since I split up with my boyfriend 8 months ago, and I'm only on day 3 but...too risky. God, that's so frustrating".
"There is nothing I'd like more than to plant my seed in you, but as you say, it's a bit risky! You know, there is one possibility. Just bear with me on this... We're not stupid, but we're both blood donors, right? We've both donated and had our next invites since splitting up with our last partners, so this means we're tested and in the clear for nasties, correct? And we've both got pretty intimate with each other so far. I know it's not 101% failsafe, but some things are worth the chance, and if I was the gentlest lover you ever had, would you let me make love to you in another way?"
"Oh my God", she said, and rolled off me and lay beside me looking up at the ceiling. "I thought about this earlier while you were out. I don't know why but I keep pretending like I want you to play with my pussy more, but I'm just trying to find excuses for myself to not want you to try. Does that make sense? I'm just a bit scared of it hurting".
"Why would it hurt? You drive this time - if you sit on top of me like you were just now, you can control the speed. I promise I won't move a muscle! Oh, and by the way, I thought about it while I was out too - we have lube! And I didn't come just now - I had to think of Anne Widdecombe in order to keep myself from coming, but I managed it!".
She laughed and turned to look at me, her face once again flushed, her eyes once again trying to read me.
"You absolutely promise we can go at my speed, and stop if I say stop?".
"I bet your arse we can!"
"You and my arse again!"
"Well, it sounds like a good combination to me!" I said.
She sat astride me once more, just above my knees, and rolled the condom off.