The sun was poking through the blinds, hiding the fact that the temperature outside was 33 degrees, not cold for the northern states. But this was Tampa, Florida, where iguanas fall from the trees at those temperatures. The temperature of a healthy 23-year-old is a constant 98.2. Who in their right mind would get out of bed to go for a 50-mile bike ride when they had her lying there?

Amanda and I had a 17-year age gap between us. We met when she was going through her FTO phases while "on the job." She was new to it, while I had 15 years of the grind. She had the mindset that she could save the world. I had the mindset that the world was fucked. Yet, somehow, we clicked. And here I was, making a very difficult life decision.

She had the sleeping habit of pulling off all her covers and sheets while sleeping. So, by morning, she would be curled up in a ball; it didn't matter how cool it was in the room. This morning, her nipples sat proudly erect on her 32C breasts. They were hard as diamonds, begging to be sucked on. All she was wearing was a pair of black-colored panties that contrasted with her golden skin.

God knew I needed to crawl back into bed, but I knew I had to go. Here I was, a few months out, training for my first half Iron Man. But her kitty was calling my name. I kissed her on the lips and could tell that she was still happily passed out. I could taste the Jack Daniel's honey whiskey and a slight hint of my seed on her lips.

My hand slipped down to her nipples. A quick pinch on one, then both of them made a soft moan from her. Her moans were like a siren's call, which would lead a lost sailor to their doom. Would I fall for the call or overcome and accomplish my training?

What is a man to do?

The enchanting song pulled my hand south, past her erect nipples, over her taut stomach, to the hem of her panties. I slowly slid my hand under the panties. I could feel her warmth. I could smell her sex. It was calling my name.

Is there a man strong enough to resist that calling?

I certainly wasn't strong enough as I slid her body around, so her legs were facing the side of the bed. Spreading her legs, as I stepped between them.

I kissed her on her lips; even in her drunken state, she still responded to the kiss. Her lips parted as our tongues met. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down into her. Our tongues danced with each other as we both desperately tried to suck each other's souls from their bodies.

As I broke from her lips, I raised her legs, pulling her panties up her tight and toned legs, completely removing them from one and leaving them dangling from the ankle of the other. Looking down on her playground was like looking at a rocky shoal, thinking my ship could skirt the danger and make it ashore.

Most women of her age shaved their kitty smooth. She, on the other hand, had recalled one of our conversations, prior to dating, about how I liked a woman to have a strip and not to be smooth. Here I was looking at a raven-black landing strip, leading to her promised land.

My aching cock was straining to escape my Spandex shorts. A wet spot of my precum had formed as it poked through the top. I instantly reached in and pulled it out, sliding my shorts to the floor. My fully erect 7" cock was oozing precum as I stroked it.

I ran my fingernails down her legs as I pushed them further apart. Seeing the goose bumps forming on them, I knew she might still be in a drunken state, but her body was reacting the way it should. Stepping closer to her, with my mushroom head just mere inches away from her glory land, my body was acting the way it should.

As my fingers traversed the short distance from her thigh to her slit, I heard a soft, gentle moan escaping her lips. My middle finger slowly parted her lips as I went from bottom to top and back. One finger, then two; by the second pass, my fingers were covered in her nectar. By the time the third was in her, she was bucking on them, like she was riding a bull at the PBA.

Her pussy was on fire and warming up the cool winter morning.

I lowered my mouth to hers, putting my nectar-covered fingers between us. Instinctively, she started to clean them. Sucking them into her mouth and licking her nectar from me. We embraced in a passionate kiss.

The movement of reaching down to kiss her and putting my cock onto her kitty lips. My head was mere millimeters from penetrating her. Precum oozed from my head, glinting along with hers.

I looked at the clock; it looked like the siren was going to win the battle today. I had only a few minutes left before I was low on fuel and would be late for my ride.

Even in her state, she was begging for me to do it; her body was begging me, and more importantly, my body was begging me to.

A quick forward thrust, and my head penetrated her lips. Sinking further and further in, I felt the warmth of her womanhood engulfing my cock. Her eyes flickered open when I sank all the way into her tight little kitty. Then I watched as they rolled to the back of her head as I increased my tempo.

I've come this far; I can't let the Siren win.

I pounded that kitty like I never had before! Until I felt the tightness of my balls and the firmness of my cock. Looking down, I could see her white cum covering my cock.

With a few more thrusts, I exploded inside of her, one shot, two shots, followed by a third. I collapsed on top of her. Lost in that gentle afterglow of sex, until I went soft and slipped out of her.

Pulling my shorts back on and sliding her back onto the bed. I made my ride.

By the time I got back, she was just getting up and about to take a shower.

She winked at me, asking me to join her. As we embraced under the hot water, she started to tell me about a sex dream she had earlier that morning.