| Chapter 4 |
| When Sherl told me that she wanted me, it was all I could do keep from yelling out, "YES!!!" Instead I told her how happy that made me and that I wanted her very badly too. Of course, one glance at my throbbing dick made that perfectly obvious. I was amazed when she straddled my lap, her eyes burning into mine. I kissed her, trying to tell her with my lips just how incredibly hot I thought she was. When I felt her lower herself down on my dick, I almost came right then. My dick was such a snug fit in her; the sensation was mind-blowing. She rode my dick urgently, grinding against me and moaning. She was out of control and it was so fucking erotic. Looking up at her and seeing her long dark hair flying free and watching her face contort with pleasure, I knew I wasn't going to last long. The feeling of her tits bouncing against my chest and splashing us both with water put me over the edge. I came so hard and the climactic sensations lingered for a long time. Sherl's orgasm hit seconds after mine did. She yelled my name and fell forward against my chest, panting. In the heat of the moment I told her how perfect I thought she was, and I meant it. She responded by kissing me and telling me that she wanted more. Those were my exact sentiments also. We got out of tub, and both of us started shivering in the cool air. We both laughed at the speed in which we grabbed our clothes and raced inside the house, still dripping wet. Once inside, Sherl ran and grabbed a couple of thick towels and we stood in the kitchen, drying each other. I thoroughly rubbed the soft towel over her body, admiring each line and curve of her beautiful form as I passed over it. She dried me off next, taking her sweet time, not missing a single inch of me. The feeling of her slowly moving the towel over my body was almost like having a sensuous full body massage. By the time she was finished, I was warm again, and my dick had started growing hard again. |
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