One Night Stand (Part B)

I don't know why, but I really liked seeing my story on the site so quickly and so I decided to send the continuation, even today.

As we were lying down with the baby after what happened, I asked him at some point if he was hungry. He smiled at me and we both went to the kitchen for a raid on the fridge. I had only thrown on a white t-shirt and he was in his slip. We went to the kitchen and I opened the fridge, looking for something to eat. He came and pressed himself against my back. I had forgotten that a man can be ready for action again so quickly, and I remembered it only when I felt his hard manhood rubbing against me as I bent over. I turned and smiled at him, puzzled, but also excited. All my reservations had gone and I was so aroused myself that I wanted to do it right there.

I turned and slipped my hand inside his slip. I grabbed his hard penis and pulled it out, as we kissed passionately. I lowered my body and took it into my mouth. I was behaving like the biggest slut on the street, and instead of holding me back like it used to, this time it aroused me even more and pushed me to become even worse. I sucked and kissed his cock, I licked it all around and coated it with my saliva, until it became very hard again, perhaps harder than before. He caressed my hair and watched me attend to his hard organ with my mouth for quite some time longer, moaning with pleasure.

He helped me up and took me in his arms, kissing me on the mouth. He left me on the kitchen table and took off my t-shirt. My naked body became a plaything in his hands again and he caressed me all over, insisting on the spots he knew drive a woman crazy, my folds and between my legs. He lowered his head and I held it tenderly as he licked my wet little hole again. He used his tongue with such artistry that in no time I was ready for action again. He seemed to have realized it, because he stood up and, full of joy, pulled down his slip.

He rubbed his penis between my legs and soon he was entering me, as I sat on the table and leaned on his shoulders. The hair of our genitals tangled and this caused me a slight pain which, however, didn't bother me; on the contrary, I liked it a lot. His thrusts became sure and strong and I was in seventh heaven, sighing. I leaned on my elbows and wrapped my legs around him. He held me by the waist and intensified his rhythm. His hands moved all over my body incessantly, from my chest to my knees, and his caress drove me wild. My orgasm was a matter of time and when it came I couldn't hold back my moans, no longer caring whether the neighbors would hear us or not.

I sat on a chair and took his erect penis in my mouth. I looked him in the eyes and licked him tenderly, as if it were ice cream, trying to cover its entire length. "I want to come on your chest," he whispered pleadingly. I hadn't done it before and I can't say the idea thrilled me. But it wasn't anything terrible either, so I decided to let him. I wedged his hard organ in my palm and played with it right above my chest. Seeing the scene, he didn't take long to ejaculate onto my chest, which he obviously liked very much, and his fluids rolled down my body from my neck and down.

We sat there for a while and talked while smoking. He got dressed and left, asking me to call him again whenever I wanted. I don't know if I'll see him again, the only sure thing is that I had a very good time and it was a very pleasant break in my otherwise somewhat tedious life. Be sure that if we meet again and something happens that I think is worth reading about, I won't hesitate to write another story.