Kissing me softly, she asked, "You hungry?" I was a little hungry, not eating anything since early that morning.

I said, "I could eat a little something."

She smiled and said, "Tell ya what, I have some fresh fruit in the kitchen. Why don't you make us a fruit plate while I freshen up? I'll meet you in the bedroom in a few minutes."

"OK, but can I please use your bathroom first?" I asked.

"Sure," Connie replied as she began to sit up and pointed toward the hall. "It's the first door on the left."

I helped her off the soft sheepskin rug and followed her toward the hall. Still wearing her heels and silk stockings, I happily watched as she walked down the hall. Her ass looked even more sensational naked than covered by slacks or a dress which I had studied intently so many times as I watched her walk in the mall. Connie walked past the first door on the left and to the door at the end of the hall.

As she flipped her long auburn hair over one shoulder, she looked over her other shoulder and smiled, saying, "See you in a few."

I opened the door to the bathroom, quickly washed my hands, and splashed some water on my face. Grabbing a large fluffy bath towel, I dried my face and hands and wrapped the towel around my waist. As I walked back into the hall, I noticed the door to her bedroom was closed, and I couldn't hear any sounds coming from the room.

I walked to her kitchen and found a large bowl of fresh fruit on the table. Opening the cabinets until I found the one with plates, I took a large dinner plate off the shelf and began selecting fruit I thought we could use as finger food. I grabbed a small bunch of grapes, half a dozen strawberries, a handful of blueberries, and two bananas. I found a knife, sliced an apple into wedges, and placed a white cloth napkin over the whole plate.

Opening the refrigerator, I found an uncorked bottle of white wine. I had spotted Connie's wine glasses while I was looking for a plate, so I grabbed two and tried to figure out how I would carry all this to her bedroom. Somehow, I balanced it all in one hand, and I slowly walked toward her room.

Reaching the door, I knocked softly, then pushed it open.

As I entered her room and closed the door, I felt like I had just entered a Better Homes and Gardens picture. The room was aglow with soft candlelight. Connie had placed several large jar candles expertly around the room so that every corner was lighted.

Along one wall was a large bureau with an ornately framed mirror attached to the back. At each end were two large potted plants. In the corner to my right was an oversized white overstuffed chair with a matching ottoman. Draped over the back of the chair was what looked like a handmade quilt.

Directly across the room from the door was the centerpiece, a sizeable four-post canopy bed with a fluffy comforter and too many pillows to count. The white canopy had lace fringes extending halfway down the posts at the corners. On each side stood a matching night table with a jar candle centered on each. The bed looked so inviting. At the bottom of the bed was a beautiful Lane Hope chest. It was a beautiful bedroom, and I imagined Connie spent hours decorating it, not to mention a ton of money.

I placed the fruit plate on one of the night tables, folded the cloth napkin, and set the wine bottle on it to not mar the finish of Connie's furniture. Turning from the table, I ran my hand over the comforter and was amazed at how soft it felt.

Only one thing was missing from this beautiful setting of a bedroom. Connie was nowhere in sight. It was then that I noticed a light shining under a door in the far corner beside the dresser. So it was a two-bath apartment. Connie was in the master bath, still freshening up.

"Connie?" I said just to let her know I was in the room.

She responded, "I'll just be a minute, Philly; make yourself comfortable."

I figured I'd try that overstuffed chair, so I walked over and sat down. It was very comfortable, and I could imagine falling asleep with my feet resting on the ottoman. No sooner had I settled back into the chair when I heard the light switch flip, and the light at the bottom of the bathroom door went out. The door slowly opened, and Connie stepped into the room.

She looked incredible. Her hair had been brushed out and was even longer and straighter than I'd ever seen. She was wearing a black baby doll nightie and had removed her stockings and slipped into a pair of heeled open-back sandals with fluffy fur across the front over her toes. The neckline of her nightie plunged deep between her tits and revealed almost all of her cleavage. Even in the soft candlelight, I could see her erect nipples straining against the fabric. Two spaghetti straps held the garment on her shoulders.

Connie did a pirouette to show me the back. The straps ran down her back and attached just below the bottom of her hair.

As she turned again to face me, I said, "You look so beautiful, come over here," Patting my lap.

She walked across the room with the stride and expression of pure seduction. Her eyes sparkled in the soft candlelight, and her lips shimmered with a fresh coat of lip gloss. As she came within reach, I lifted my arm from the chair and took her hand.

She happily turned and slid into my lap, lifting her legs and crossing them over the overstuffed arm of the comfortable chair. My arm went around her back as she settled into my lap. Leaning forward, I kissed her lightly on the mouth, a gentle kiss without using my tongue.

My free hand slid up and down her long, shapely legs, barely making contact with her flesh. Her skin was as smooth and silky as the stockings she had worn earlier. As our kiss intensified, Connie parted her lips and extended the tip of her tongue. As I softly sucked her tongue, a sensual moan escaped her throat. My hand moved from her soft, smooth thigh up to her tits, and I rolled one nipple between my thumb and index finger, causing her to gasp and break our kiss.

"God, I love the way you play with my nipples, Philly," Connie whispered.

Sliding my hand across her cleavage, I dipped my fingers between her ample breasts and under the material that covered them. My fingers again found a rock-hard nipple, and I rolled this one a little harder than the first. Connie threw her head back and moaned as my fingers teased her nipple. Leaning a little forward, I took the other nipple between my lips and suckled it through the fabric of her nightie. Her hand slid behind my head and pressed my mouth tighter against her erect nipple. I sucked it, licked it, and bit gently on it through the sheer material.

I released my finger hold on the other nipple and slid my hand back across her chest to pull the fabric covering her tit aside. My lips let the material slip through them, and as her nipple became exposed, I clamped down on it with my mouth and sucked it very hard. Connie moaned with delight as my tongue worked its magic on her hard nipple.

I released it from my lip lock only long enough to look into her eyes and say, "I love the feel of your nipples between my lips. I could suckle them for hours."

Connie replied, "We have hours and hours, don't stop. I love how it feels. Be as rough as you want with them."

I wanted to give both tits the same attention, and I said, "Baby, turn and face me so I can reach the other one." Connie slid from my lap and stood to face me.

She slowly pulled the material of her nightie aside and slid her hands up and across her tits, saying, "You like my tits?"

"Like them, I love them," I replied.

Reaching for her hips, I pulled her toward me. She slid one knee on either side of my thighs and onto my lap again. As she settled in, her fingers pinched both nipples very hard, and she tilted her head back, shaking her long auburn hair. My mouth went to one nipple as her fingers slid from the hard tip across my face and behind my head.

Forming an "O" with my lips, I sucked gently on this erect beauty. Her hand pulled my head tighter against it, and as she did, I opened my lips wide and took the entire nipple in my mouth. My teeth clamped down on it, and I bit harder than before.

Connie moaned in pleasure and, looking down at my face, said, "That's it, baby, harder, bite it harder!"

I increased the pressure of my teeth, and she squealed in pleasure again, throwing her head back as she did. My hands were all over her tits, cupping them, lifting them, and squeezing them. I wondered to myself how much pressure from my teeth it would take before Connie's pleasure changed to pain, and she begged me to stop.

I'd find out soon enough. I bit hard on one nipple as I pinched the other harder between two fingers.

Connie moaned and said, "That's it, baby hurt them." I couldn't believe my ears. Connie wanted me to treat her tits even rougher. It wouldn't be much longer before my teeth broke her skin, and I'd draw blood.

Instead, I switched my mouth to the other nipple and brought my fingers up to the one that, in my mind, I'd just about bitten off.

As I bit down hard on the second nipple, Connie slid her hands up to the back of the chair and pressed her chest firmly against my mouth. She again squealed in pleasure as my teeth, lips, and tongue worked over her nipple. With it firmly between my teeth, I flicked my tongue at it from behind.

Connie moaned deeply before saying, "Don't stop; I love that feeling." I continued my biting flicking technique not so much because it pleased her so, but because I didn't have to bite so hard to drive her crazy.

Connie moaned over and over again as my teeth and tongue worked their magic on her nipples.

She said, "Don't stop, you're driving me crazy." I didn't have to wait long to discover why Connie loved having her nipples worked over so completely.

She squealed again and said, "Oh yes, Philly, that's it; your gonna make me cum, baby."

Cum?

I'd heard of some women who could be brought to orgasm by having their nipples stimulated, but I'd always thought of those stories as some urban legend or some guy spouting off about his sexual prowess.

The thought of taking her to orgasm by stimulating her nipples encouraged me to continue my oral assault on her tits. Connie crushed her breasts against my face as she began making almost inaudible sounds from deep in her throat.

"Hmmmm.. Awwwww. Ohhhh. Ahhhhh," Connie mumbled as she placed her lips against my head. My teeth, lips, tongue, and fingers worked feverishly on her as she raced toward this incredible orgasm.

Then it hit her. She screamed, "Oh my fucking god, I'm cumming Yesssssssssssss," her voice trailing the "S" sound of the last word. Her arms wrapped around my head, and she started moving her tits from side to side as she rode the pleasures of this orgasm.

She'd cum fast and hard, and the ride down from the peak of sexual pleasure was almost as fast. Without ever touching her pussy or clitoris, she'd actually experienced an incredible orgasm. I released my oral grip on her nipples and let my hands slide down to her waist. The muscles inside my mouth ached from the buildup of lactic acid.

It hurt to smile, but I found a way. Connie looked into my eyes as she collapsed against me, kissing quickly all over my face. Her nipples were harder than rock, her breasts seemed to have swollen, and their firm mounds pressed against my chest. She slid them side to side against the hair on my chest.

Finally, she caught her breath and whispered in my ear, "Jesus, Philly, that was incredible. You're only the second man who has ever taken the time to make me cum like that, and this time I knew what to expect"

"Connie," I said, "I'm a believer in long periods of sexual foreplay. I love taking you to that kind of arousal." I asked her, "Do you know why it's called foreplay?"

She grinned and said, "No way, babe."

I responded, "Cause if done properly, it should take forever."

She giggled and said, "We're going to have a lot of good times. I love hours of foreplay."

I kissed her softly and asked, "You ready for some fruit?"

Her reply was, "I sure am, cumming like that always makes me hungry. I'd love some fruit as an appetizer, then I want you as the main course."

I giggled at the thought of her having my cock as her main course.

Connie leaned back and pulled the fabric of her nightie over her tits, and slid off my lap. She stood and offered me her hands as I exited the big, comfy chair. She turned and walked over to the nightstand to see what goodies I had brought from her kitchen.

Popping a grape in her mouth, she said, "Hmmmmm, tastes very sweet."

Connie was standing beside the very romantic-looking bed, and I was pleasantly surprised when she turned down the fluffy white comforter to reveal very pale blue satin sheets and two matching pillows.

I ran my hand over the sheets and said, "Oh wow, satin sheets, one of my three favorite fabrics."

Connie asked, "And the other two are?"

"Silk and lace, of course!" was my response.

Connie giggled and said, "You're such a romantic. I'd have expected a shoe salesman to have leather among his favorite fabrics."

I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Leather has its place, but not in this bedroom."

"You'd be surprised at what may have a place in this bedroom," Connie said.

Connie sat down on the edge of her bed. She slipped off her shoes and hurried back across the bed. Leaning on one elbow, she smiled and patted the mattress, inviting me to join her. I slid the plate of fruit across and between us as I joined her on her satin altar of pleasure.

Leaning on my elbow, I lifted a strawberry to her lips. Connie parted her lips, accepting the fruit, and licked her tongue at the tip. She took a small bite from the juicy berry and, after chewing it once or twice, licked her lips seductively.

She said, "Hmmm, those are so sweet and juicy." Taking the berry from me, she slowly rubbed it on my lips, squeezing it to extract some of the sweet strawberry flavor on my lips. Connie quickly leaned over and kissed me, licking the fruit juice she had just deposited on my lips.

I moaned as her tongue and lips cleaned my mouth, and our kiss became more intense.

Connie said, "I love sharing tastes with my lovers." She took the remainder of the berry between her lips and chewed it. She kissed me again, opening her mouth to share the strawberry.

She was seducing me all over again, and I said, "Do you know how sexy you are?"

"Tell me, Philly, how sexy am I?" She replied, "Tell me how much you want to fuck me again!"

I told Connie, "You are the sexiest woman I've ever met." "My cock gets hard when I think about fuckin your sweet hot pussy."

Connie cooed sexily before she said, "I love when a man talks dirty to me!"

I smiled and took another strawberry. This time, I took a bite off the end. I squeezed the berry to bring the juices to the tip. I brushed the fabric of Connie's nightie away from one breast and touched the tip of the berry to her hard nipple.

Connie gasped and said, "Ouch, that stings a little."

I hadn't realized the citric acid in the berry would sting when it touched her somewhat raw nipple. I said, "Oh god, Connie, I'm sorry." As I leaned forward to lick the fruity acid from her nipple.

She groaned and said, "That feels so much better. You can lick my nipples all night if you want."

Smiling at her, I said, "I intend to lick your nipples and a whole lot more." I grabbed a few grapes and popped them in my mouth.

"Would you like some wine, Connie?" I asked after swallowing the fruit.

"I'd love some," Connie replied.

As I reached for the glasses and the open bottle of wine, Connie touched my arm.

She said, "Just hand me the bottle; I don't need a glass."

Handing her the wine bottle, she took a healthy swig and passed it to me. I did the same and returned it to the side table.

While we talked and snacked on the fruit plate, Connie kept sliding her legs around on the satin sheets. She'd occasionally slid her hand across the bed to touch me or run her fingers over the material we were lying on. Every move was seductive; I watched every movement and wondered if I was taking too long to get back to our foreplay and lovemaking.

I picked up a banana and peeled it, taking a large bite as she watched me.

Connie giggled and said, "Philly, whoever taught you how to eat a banana?"

"I think I learned that on my own," I replied, wondering where she was going with this.

She smiled and said, "Let me show you how to eat a banana."

Picking up the other one, she peeled it slowly, placing the peel back on the plate.

I finished my fruit, set the plate on the nightstand, rolled back over, propped my head on my hand, and said, "Ok, teach me."

Connie lay back, placing her head on one soft pale blue satin pillow, and, using her free hand, spread her hair around to frame her gorgeous face. She lifted the banana to her mouth with her right hand and extended her tongue to lick along its length. Parting her lips, she let the fruit slip between them. Her shimmering lips formed a perfect circle around it, and she took her hand from it.

The banana extended up from her mouth and curved down toward her feet. I watched intently as she loosened her lip grip, and it slid inside her mouth.

I said, "Wow, what an incredible sight."

Ever so slowly, the banana slid deeper into her mouth. Once she had taken half of it inside, she tilted her head back a little, opened her mouth wider, and, to my amazement, it started sliding deeper inside her.

A typical banana is about nine or ten inches long, and she had at least 5 of those already in her mouth. I couldn't see how she'd take the last five inches.

"God, Connie," I said, "This is so hot."

I could see her throat muscles relax, and she extended her lips and pulled the banana deeper inside her with them. Another inch or two disappeared into her mouth, and I knew the tip was in her throat by now.

The elongated fruit muffled the sound of her throaty moan.

I encouraged her by saying, "Yes, take it; you only have three inches left."

Her throat visibly bulged as the banana sunk deeper into her. I could see her swallow, trying her best to take the entire length deep in her throat. Another inch slid inside. Connie was two inches from her goal. She hadn't shown the slightest urge to gag as she swallowed this big yellow dildo.

Her nostrils flared as she tried to get as much air into her lungs as possible around the fruit blocking her airways. She moved her lips forward and pulled the last inch inside her. I fully expected her to gag and maybe even throw up. But Connie held the banana there for several seconds. A tear welled up in the corner of her eye and ran across her temple to her ear. She had taken the entire length of this firm banana deep in her throat.

I said, "My god, Connie, you did it! You took the whole thing.

She tried to smile, but that wasn't possible. Her hand came up to grab the butt end of the banana sticking out of her mouth, and she slowly began withdrawing it from her throat. Inch by inch, the fruit reappeared from her throat. As the last inch slid from her, the sound, "Ahhhhh,” Escaped her throat. A deep breath sucked into her lungs as she recovered from her self-induced fruity oral deep-throating. Connie licked the end of the banana as she held it just above her mouth. I couldn't believe my eyes when she opened her mouth wide again. Was she going to do it again? I asked myself.

Sure enough, she put that big fruity dildo in her mouth again. It slid in quickly, about three inches. She smiled as her teeth bit into the fruit, and she grabbed the rest. Munching on the part she had bitten off, she turned her head toward me and smiled widely.

I said, "Fucking incredible, what a turn-on."

She giggled and said, "Wanna try it, Philly?"

"No way I'd be throwing up all over the place!" I responded.

I asked her, "Why would you ever want to train yourself to do that?"

"Isn't obvious, Philly?" she said. "That's how I learned to deep-throat cock so well."

"Speaking of deep-throating cock." "How about trying this banana on for size?" I said as I pulled the towel from my hips, and my rock-hard erection sprang forth.

Connie smiled and said, "My throat is totally relaxed."

She got up on her knees and slowly peeled her nightie up and over her head. Her body looked incredible as she knelt there beside me. Placing her hand on my shoulder, she pushed me back down so my head was resting on the other soft pillow. I looked up into her eyes, and she stared into mine. I wanted that mouth and throat surrounding my hard-on.

I said, "Now, Connie, suck my big banana now!"

Her hands slid up her body and cupped her tits. She shook her head, making her hair fly everywhere around her head as she mounted me 69.

I wanted my cock in her mouth and her pussy in mine. Connie slowly slid on her knees back toward my face, and I felt my rock-hard erection slip between her tits. She pressed them together with her arms, and titty fucked me for a second or two. As her pussy slid toward my face, I could see that she was already dripping wet, and I couldn't wait another second to taste her sweet juices.

I reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her the remaining few inches back toward my waiting mouth.

Connie groaned loudly as my mouth clamped onto her pussy.

She almost screamed, "Oh fuck, yes, eat my hot pussy."

My mouth and tongue tore into her. It was then that I felt her hot breath on the head of my cock. An instant later, the head was deep in her throat. Lubricated with the moisture of the banana, she could take all of me instantly.

I groaned a deep, throaty groan as her throat muscles tightened around the head and shaft.

"God, it's so fucking deep in your throat!" I said.

I pressed my tongue deep into her pussy as my fingers spread the lips wide apart. The sounds we made were barely audible, muffled by the sex organs we'd stuffed into our mouths. But those sounds were those of two lovers in the throes of an incredible oral experience.

Connie didn't withdraw my cock from her mouth. She'd lift a little and then plunge it deep into her throat again.

I slid my tongue forward and assaulted her clit, licking, sucking, and biting on it.

She moaned deeply as my tongue lashed out against its hard, extended flesh.

Connie lifted her throat off my cock, letting it slip from her mouth only long enough to squeal and say, "Oh god, Philly!" The words hardly escaped her mouth before she again drove my swollen cock to the depths of her throat once again.

I slid two fingers into her soaking wet pussy and continued my tongue, lashing her clit.

She groaned again and again as I pleasured her orally. Her juices flowed freely down from my fingers across my hand and to my wrist. I happily lick them from my hand.

I wanted my cock in that soaking wet, steaming hot pussy.

I finally couldn't stand it anymore, and I said, "Fuck me with this sweet pussy."

Connie didn't need to be told twice. She wanted me inside her, too. Her throat released its death grip on my cock, and it slid from her mouth with a popping sound.

She straightened up and quickly turned around to face me. Her eyes were deep, sensual pits of passion. Her mouth was covered with saliva and glistened in the dim light of the candles around the bed. Her breasts heaved lustfully with each short gasp of air she sucked into her lungs.

She looked down at me and said, "God, we make incredible love together!"

I could only respond by saying, "You're so beautiful, Connie."

Connie lifted her pelvis off me and reached between her thighs to grasp my cock. She steered it to the entrance of her pussy, and as the swollen head touched her cunt lips, she groaned deeply.

There was no slow penetration. No taking a little cock then withdrawing. No, Connie impaled herself on my cock with one quick fell swoop. The head pressed against her cervix, and she moaned deeply as my manhood filled her.

I squealed in pleasure before I said, "Oh fuck, it's so hot, so wet, so fuckin tight."

Connie lowered her face toward me as she said, "Philly, shut up and kiss me!"

Our mouths came together with the same passionate intensity that our sex organs had joined a few seconds earlier. Wide open tongues were lashing at one another. Our kiss wasn't one of gentle passion. It was one of animalistic lust. We wanted to lash out and pull the other's tongue back inside our own.

My hands explored her naked flesh, searching out the most sensual spot to be touched. I slid them all over her back. Down over her ass and down the outside of her thighs, searching for that one spot to drive her insane.

Connie's hips started moving, not up and down, but back and forth. She never lifted her pussy off my cock a single inch; she just started a slow sensual grind on it, rubbing her clit against my pelvic bone as she slid forward.

My hands traveled back up across her naked flesh and into her thick, long, sexy hair. Once I had reached the back of her neck, I gathered up vast handfuls of her auburn locks and lifted her mouth from mine.

I whispered, "God, you are so incredibly sexy, so absolutely passionate."

She tried to press her mouth to mine again, but I held her head away, letting her search deep in my eyes for the lust I was feeling for her at that moment.

Connie sensed that or found the lust in my eyes as she said, "Oh my god, Philly, love me, baby, make sweet love to me!"

I slowly lowered her mouth to mine and kissed her tenderly. Her hips slowed, and she started moving up and down on my cock. My hands released her head, and she instantly moved her mouth to my ear.

Connie whispered, "Thank you, Phil. Thank you for slowing me down and taking the time to make love with me."

Our lovemaking changed in an instant. We transformed from two animals wanting to mate to two incredible, sensual, passionate lovers wishing to please their partners.

I whispered in her ear, "You're incredible,"

We were still fucking; we still both wanted to cum harder than we'd ever cum before. But we were now taking our time and enjoying it so much more.

Connie's hips moved slowly up and down. Her pussy slid along the shaft of my rock-hard cock. My hips started lifting off the satin bedding to meet her downward thrusts. Our bodies melted into one another. Sweat pouring from our every gland. Connie straightened up and rested her hands on my chest as she moved her sweet soaking-wet pussy up and down on my cock. I slid my hands to hers, and she lifted them to her tits. Slowly, I massaged her beautiful breasts. Not pinching, not hurting them, just massaging them sensually. She moaned a deep throaty moan as my hands traveled over her tits.

She whispered, "Oh my god, you're such an incredible lover, such an incredible man."

I smiled at her and said, "You're the incredible one here!"

I ran my hands up her arms, barely touching her flesh until I reached her shoulders. Grasping them, I slowly pulled her down on me again. Her tits pressed against my sweaty chest, and she moaned deeply as our mouths came together in a deep passionate kiss of two lovers.

My tongue parted her lips, and I ran it around hers. She slid her hands up to cup my face and guided my mouth to the parts of her head she wanted me to kiss. My lips touched her everywhere, kissing her lips, nose, and eyes, kissing her forehead, her eyebrows, her temples. I was kissing her cheeks, her jaw, her ears. Kissing her neck, and finally, she guided my lips back to hers.

She moaned and said, "I love how you kiss me; you're so tender, so gentle. I'm not used to such a gentle lover."

While all this tender, gentle lovemaking was going on, our hips began to increase their tempo. Connie was dripping wet, and the flow of her juices ran out of her and down across my balls. We fit together so perfectly, my cock fills her but doesn't stretch her, and she is able to squeeze it with her internal muscles. Not only do our sex organs fit so perfectly, but our bodies fit just as perfectly. Her succulent breasts match perfectly with my chest. She can rub her nipples on mine and through the hair on my chest. We line up so perfectly. Everything perfectly fits from our eyes to the tip of our toes; a perfect match sexually, physically, and, as I am discovering now, mentally.

As she rode my cock I could feel her pussy swell. I knew it wouldn't be long before the waves of sexual bliss crashed over us, and I wanted us to cum at the same moment in time. I drew my knees up and began thrusting up into her at a more feverish pace. She responded by starting to bounce up and down on my cock. My hands slid along her thighs to her hips. I pushed her down harder on me as we began to climb toward the pinnacle of passion. Her breathing started to come in short, passionate gasps. Our eyes were glued together. We knew it was approaching; we could see the height of our lovemaking and quickened our pace even more as we approached. The anticipation of our mutual orgasm drove us on as we began pounding into one another harder and faster with each passing second.

Connie was the first to touch the peak of pleasure. She said, "Oh god, oh god, oh god, Philly, I'm, I'm…

The sound of my voice cut her off as I moaned, Yes cum with me. I'm about to cummmm." feeling the sperm boiling up along the shaft of my cock.

We groaned together as my cum shot from me and flooded her pussy.

She cried, "Fuck! Yes, Philly, I'm cumming, too."

Her pussy flooded with juices bathing us in our mutual cum. My cock spewed forth more sperm than I ever thought possible, and our combined juices flowed from her like a title wave of passion. Our bodies and souls became one as we rode that title wave together.

Together as it should be with two lovers so intent on pleasing their mate, our bodies twitched, and spasms of passion engulfed us. Connie moaned over and over again as her orgasm continued for an eternity. We both started to feel the tingling in our loins slowly subside. It was replaced with a glow of passion felt by two lovers who had just experienced the most incredible sex of their lives.

Regaining control of her mind, Connie whispered in my ear, My god, that was incredible."

My cock, still soaking inside her, began to lose some of its hardness, but I kept it buried deep in her pussy, loving the feel of her warmth.

Running my fingers along her temples and into her lengthy hair, I pulled it back from her face and moved my lips close to hers. Before I kissed her, I said, "You're so beautiful, Connie. I want to remember the look in your eyes forever."

Our lips touched and then parted as our tongues tenderly intertwined with one another. Connie snuggled down on top of me, trying to keep every inch of our trembling flesh in contact. She lifted her pelvis enough to allow my softening cock to slip from inside her. She stretched out her shapely legs and draped one over top of my thigh and between. I could feel the warm fluids oozing from her and running over my thigh. It felt incredible having her pussy drain on me.

"I'm leaking everywhere. I should clean up, but I don't want to move a muscle," She said.

I kissed her again and said, "Stay right here; I want to hold you while our juices drain from inside you. I grabbed the towel I had wrapped around me earlier and, lifting my leg slightly, slid it under to keep our juices from making the satin bedding too wet. Connie just snuggled in closer to me and lay her head down on my shoulder.

She smelled incredible, the scent of her perfume mixing with the musty smell of our sex juices. I held her in my arms, allowing us both time to relax and bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking. Connie ran one finger through the hair on my chest. My left arm was around her shoulders, holding her close to me while my right hand massaged her shoulder and ran along her jaw and onto her neck or along her temple into her hair.

Connie whispered, "You make me feel so good, so safe; thank you for being the lover I have dreamed about."

"I'll be dreaming of only you from now on," I replied.

She cooed softly at the thought of my dreams only being of her and snuggled closer to me.

As we lay on her bed together, I realized something and shared my realization with Connie, saying, "You know, Connie, I've searched for the woman of my dreams for a very long time. I believe today I've found her."

She smiled and responded, "I hope so, love; I know I've found the man of my dreams."

Connie and I snuggled and talked for hours that fantastic Wednesday night. We spoke of our past and our hopes for the future. I would have liked to discuss where she felt our relationship would go. I knew we would always be friends, and I truly wanted us to be lovers. But I thought it best not to bring that up just yet because I didn't want her to feel any pressure.

At one point, Connie slid her hand up to my jaw and turned my head toward her so she could look deep into my eyes.

She said, "Philly, I want to tell you something."

"I'm listening," I responded.

"Being with you tonight is wonderful; I feel safe and warm. I truly believe you are the very first man that I've ever been with who I didn't feel was using my body for his pleasure." Connie paused and ran her finger along my jaw as she continued, "Philly, please stay the night. I want to wake up in your arms tomorrow morning. I want to share my first cup of coffee with you."

Connie smiled at me, almost like she wished she didn't have to ask.

Without hesitation, I answered her, "I wasn't planning on leaving tonight." I haven't felt more welcome in a very long time. I'll be here for as long as you like." I added, "I don't have to be at the store till three in the afternoon, so we can sleep in as late as you want."

She kissed me softly and said, "We can sleep till noon; I don't start till one."

This night was all that we both had hoped and dreamed of. As I pulled the fluffy comforter up over us, Connie snuggled into my side. She fit so well next to me. Her warmth radiated into my body and touched my heart. As we drifted off to sleep that night, I realized that my feelings of loneliness had disappeared. They were replaced with a feeling of warmth and passion for my lovely Connie.