There is no doubt that covid-19 changed the world. Its impact will be discussed and written about for centuries. The pandemic of 2020-21 certainly changed my life, but in one instance, at least, it was changed for the better.
I had been furloughed for a couple months at that point and there was still no end in sight. With the entertainment venue I worked at now completely shuttered, management had no need for either a Team lead or Consultant, both of which I had served as, depending on the team. As the summer changed into fall, the 2021 outlook was not much better than 2020, and certainly not for my consultancy.
A friend who works as the facility engineer at the school nearby told me that they were desperately seeking substitute teachers and I decided to apply. I researched a little and found that the only qualification necessary was a bachelor’s degree and a clean background. I had both, so I decided to give it a shot.
The person at the district office I spoke to, Debbie, was extremely helpful and seemed grateful that I wanted to help out. I just figured it would be good way to earn money and keep myself busy until my venue reopened. The principal, Josh, was a forward thinking administrator and had decided that keeping a full time sub on staff would better prepare them for staff absences on short notice. He wanted someone who was always available, should any teachers develop a fever or cough and be forced to quarantine at home. Although Ontario government didn’t open all the schools but I got lucky to appointed at one.
When school convened in late January, I was assigned to the 6th, 7th and 8th grade, and was soon immersed in the school atmosphere. Way different from the typical office settings I was used to, the middle school was full of perky and energetic teachers who seemed to love what they did, even though the responsibility they took on was far heavier than anything I’d ever witnessed in the business world. These teachers greeted each day with a smile and positive words for everyone they passed in the hallway, including me. How refreshing it was to feel appreciated for my small contribution, rather than the morose atmosphere in my old office. Everyone I met at the school made me feel welcome and valued.
My typical day began with reporting to the office. On most days, Kathy, the school secretary would have a binder ready for me and a sticky note telling me what room I’d be in for that day. I would then grab a cup of coffee in the lounge and proceed to my classroom. Oftentimes, the teacher I was subbing for was still present, but connected remotely, and my job was simply to take attendance and monitor the few in-person students in the classroom.
First was the English teacher, Stephanie. Short and full figured, this eastern European beauty filled her jeans and blouse nicely. I particularly enjoyed watching her when she would bend at the waist to help one of her students. Thoughts of sex were never very far from my mind, and seeing Stephanie’s nicely shaped ass didn’t help my focus. I shook off the distraction and concentrated on helping the students, but her sexy mannerisms made it hard. At the end of the day, she thanked me profusely for everything I had done to help her. There were other things I wished I could help her with if she wanted, but I kept my thoughts to myself and remained the perfect gentleman. Stephanie was cute, with a killer body, and looked like she knew how to please a man, but her frequent references to her husband told me she was off limits.
Next, I subbed for one of the few male teachers in the school, Steve, the social studies teacher. His wife, Beth, taught physical education and was nice enough to check in on me throughout the day. Poking her head into her husband’s classroom door before the students arrived that morning, she said, “Hey, top o’ the morning! Are you ‘Steve’ today?”
“I guess so,” I shrugged. “I’m Sam.”
She stepped into the classroom, saying, “Hi Sam, I’m Beth. Steve asked me to check in on you. Everything okay?”
I admired her sleek physique as she crossed the classroom toward my desk and thought that she must work out a lot to keep herself in such tip top shape.
“Everything is great!” I replied. “Steve left excellent instructions. I should be fine.”
“Okay,” she said, “I’m right down the hall in the gym if you need anything.
After that, I assisted with the special needs children. Their teacher, Julie, was a slim redhead with pretty eyes and outstanding curves. With everyone fully masked in school, I didn’t know what the rest of her face looked like, but her smiling Irish eyes were sweet.
One specialist in particular struck me as especially cute and good at what she did. When she entered Julie’s room. The kids lit up and so did she. Such excitement and enthusiasm. How graceful, how spritely. A bush of dark, curly hair held in a tight ponytail swayed about following her as she moved animatedly around the room. She was ON with those kids, and they loved her. Her name was Ms. Laura and she taught speech therapy. She worked so beautifully with the kids, crouching down beside them to help them match the name with the picture on the cards spread before them, or filling in the blanks on worksheets. Her lilting voice sounded like music as she laughed with the kids and praised them for their efforts. Before she left that day, she made a point to thank me, too.
“Thank you so much for everything you do!” she said.
“Oh, you’re very welcome,” I stammered. “It’s you and the other teachers who deserve all the thanks, Laura. You’re doing an incredible job despite all these covid restrictions, and you are so good with the kids. Thank you!”
She smiled behind her mask and touched my arm lightly as she exited the room. I admired her shapely figure and bobbing ponytail as she walked away.
Later, alone with Julie after the kids were released for the day, she thanked me also. “Sam, you were great with the kids today. Coming back tomorrow, I hope.” she said.
“If Kathy assigns me to you, then yes,” I replied. “I really enjoyed myself today.”
The next day, I was indeed assigned to Julie’s class. The more time I spent with her and her kids, the more rewarding it felt. The day was highlighted by another visit from Laura and soon the whole room was filled with childish laughter.
“It’s fun to learn, huh?” she asked the class enthusiastically.
“Yeah!” they all cheered.
At the end of the day, as I was grabbing my lunch box from the fridge, I ran into Laura in the teacher’s lounge. “You were amazing in June’s class today!” I told her.
“Thanks!” she laughed behind her mask. “Just another day at the office!”
“Yeah, well they sure get excited when you visit,” I said.
“They’re great kids,” she deflected. “Makes my job easier and more fun.”
“They definitely love their Ms. Laura!”
“You’re sweet, thank you,” she said as she left, brushing my arm again on her way out. “Nice working with you.”
Luckily, my assignment with Julie’s class continued on and off throughout the next few weeks, so I got to see Laura on a regular basis. We discovered that we had a lot in common, like a love of nature, travel, and adventure. I decided that I would ask her out and see if anything happened from there. There certainly seemed to be a lot of chemistry between us.
Unfortunately, my next few days were spent assisting the chemistry teacher, William. One of the other few males there, William seemed to have very little personality but a lot of smarts. The experiments he had the class do were very interesting regardless of his monotone delivery.
Other assignments were mixed in, too, including a few days of math subbing for Ms. Lisa, who I came to find out, was married to Josh, the principal. There seemed to be quite a few married couples working at the same school and it surprised me a little.
Being in Lisa’s class was a welcome change from William’s. She was bright and cheerful, and downright sexy. Compact and curvy, she was a stark contrast to her somewhat stodgy husband, Josh. Lisa was an hour glass, Josh was a pear. She had silky dark hair that framed her face, he was balding. She was vivacious, he was boring. But you know what they say – opposites attract.
Lisa explained over zoom before the kids joined us that she was at home because she had been in contact with someone who had tested positive for covid. School policy mandated that she immediately get tested and quarantine until results came back.
“It sucks,” she said. “I feel fine but I can’t come in for a few days. I’m glad you’re there, though.”
“Ah, that explains why Josh is out, too.”
“Yeah,” she replied and trailed off, “same household and all.”
She sounded a little down suddenly. I praised her husband, saying, “Well, I think Josh is doing an amazing job in some pretty difficult conditions. He told me the other day that whenever we’re able to get vaccinations scheduled, I’ll be included, too!”
“Oh, you’ll be able to get yours, too?” she asked brightly, ignoring the compliment for her husband.
“Yep!” I replied happily.
“I’m glad. I guess he can do some things right after all!”
I hoped she was joking, but I couldn’t probe any deeper with class about to start.
While I subbed for Lisa that week and got to know her a little more, even though it was over zoom, I got the impression that she had a very sensual side, one that her life as a math teacher and the principal’s wife didn’t allow her to fully express. During times when there were no students online, she asked some rather personal questions, like what I was interested in, what did I like to do in my spare time, and did I have a girlfriend?
“Nope, no one special at the moment,” I responded, then added, jokingly, “Why, are you interested in some extra-curricular activities, Lisa?”
“Maybe,” she laughed. “Are you offering anything Mr Trouble?”
“You have a naughty side, don’t you?” I remarked.
“I do,” she admitted and looked down shyly, a little embarrassed.
“Are you blushing? Hard to tell over zoom.”
“A little,” she replied sheepishly. The sexual tension dissipated as we got back to business. I wondered to myself if this sexy woman was getting what she needed at home? I didn’t think she was, but knowing that she was married to my boss, there wasn’t much I could do to help her out.
Life continued much like that for the first couple months until Spring Break was only a couple weeks out. Then, we all received word that the district had scheduled us for vaccinations. While everyone else was scrambling for appointments at pharmacies and county health departments, using online reservation systems that constantly locked up, we were scheduled as soon as teachers were deemed eligible for vaccinations.
What a relief it was to get those shots in the arm. It really gave me hope for a brighter future and an end to this dread pandemic. Shortly after we received our second dose, I got a call from my old boss.
“Ready to come back, Sam?” he asked cheerfully. “Things are starting to open up again!”
I was glad to hear that they wanted me back the following month. I was grateful, considering that it paid twice what I made at the school, but surprisingly, I realized that I would miss my days as a sub. After setting up my return to my old job at the theatre, I let Josh know that my old job had called me to come back to work there. He told me that he was very happy for me, but sorry that I’d be leaving.
“Everyone has given me such glowing reports on your performance,” he told me, “including my wife Lisa!”
“I appreciate that,” I replied. “I have never enjoyed working anywhere more than I have here, Josh.”
We worked it out that my last day would be the last day before spring break, and the next day, Josh circulated an email thanking me for my contribution and letting everyone know that I would be with them only until spring break. After that went out, I received numerous emails expressing how happy they were for me, and how sad they were that I was leaving so soon. One morning near the end of my time there, I ran into Laura in the lounge.
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “I can’t believe you’re leaving us already. I was really enjoying getting to know you, and looking forward to getting to know you better.”
“It’s definitely bitter sweet for me,” I said. “Part of me is happy to get back to what I know best, and part will really miss you and all the other amazing teachers and staff here.”
“It’s been great having you here, Sam,” she said. “I only wish we had more time to get to know each other.”
“Me, too, Laura,” I agreed.
I was about to ask her out when, as if remembering something, she said, “This might sound like a strange question, but do you know where I can get the best deal on a new mattress?”
I was taken aback for a moment, then recovered, “Well, believe it or not, I got mine at Menards, of all places, when I bought one recently.”
“Really?” she said in surprise. “I didn’t even know they sold them there.”
“I hadn’t either, but someone told me. They’re way in the back of the store, but you can get good deals on all the name brands.”
“That sounds good. I’ll check it out tonight,” she said as she exited the lounge. “I hate getting attacked by salespeople the minute I walk into one of those big mattress or furniture stores.”
When I saw her the next day, she reported, “I checked Menards but the prices weren’t all that great.”
“Aw, that’s too bad.” Trying again, I offered, “I heard about this mattress store on the radio called HassleLess, where there are no sales people in the store at all.”
“Really? No sales people? That sounds intriguing, but a little bit scary and weird, too.”
“Don’t know, I’ve never been to one, but there’s one right down the highway. I’d be happy check it out with you if you want.”
She brightened, and said, “That would be great! How about after school today?”
I thought quickly, and having no obligations that evening, said, “Sure. What time?”
“How about 4:00?”
“Sounds good!” I replied brightly. “See you after school.”
The day seemed to take longer than usual and I couldn’t wait for it to be over so that I could help out Laura. Finally, 3:45 rolled around and it was time to go.
“See you over there!” I heard Laura call from a few cars down in the parking lot, and off we went.
Going into the sales person free mattress store was a bit eerie, since the entire place was devoid of people. Following this attractive young woman around while she perused hundreds of mattresses was a surreal experience. Laura thoughtfully examined all of the inventory until she found one to her liking.
“This one looks good,” she exclaimed. “And the price is right. Would you help me try it out?”
Oh, the thoughts that passed through my mind in that fleeting instant. As she laid down on the mattress, I had her completely undressed in my mind, and pictured myself crawling toward her warm, wet mound that ached with desire and dripped with arousal. I thought I detected the sweet aroma of hot pussy and imagined her outstretched arms beckoning me. My hard member pressed to her moist slit in my mind, just as she snapped me back to reality.
“Hello, Earth to Sam!” she laughed. “Sam, do you read?”
“I read you loud and clear,” I laughed and crawled onto the bed next to her.
She squirmed around luxuriously, testing its firmness and measuring its comfort. Stretching lazily, she asked, “Comfy?”
I felt the firm mattress under my back and replied, “Very.”
We lay on the bed and rolled toward each other, faces close, knees barely brushing. She looked at me intently from behind her mask and asked, “Sam, we’re both fully vaccinated now, right?”
“Yep,” I replied, “thanks to the school district, we are.”
“Then we don’t really need these anymore, do we?” she said touching her facemask.
“I guess not,” I replied. “I’ve been wearing it so long I feel naked without it. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
Her eyes crinkled in a smile behind her mask as she lowered hers, revealing a lovely face that matched her expressive eyes. She seemed so sexy just lowering her mask, like she was taking off her panties. Her smile was infectious and she had beautiful teeth.
I lowered my mask and smiled back into her eyes.
“I like your face,” she said, grinning.
“I like yours, too,” I replied.
“Nice smile, firm jawline, a little stubble, yeah, nice.” she mused.
Then she closed her eyes and lay there smiling, breathing softly, the picture of serenity. Propped up one elbow, staring down at this reclining beauty, I whispered, “I’m going to kiss you now, Laura.”
She opened her eyes and nodded slightly, then closed them again. I lowered my face to hers and, ever so lightly, brushed my lips across hers.
She whispered, “Yeah,” and I kissed her a little more deeply. Our tongues softly explored each other’s. My cock swelled and extended down my thigh, constrained by my jeans. If we hadn’t been in a mattress showroom, we would have begun kissing more deeply and slowly undressing each other.
Pulling away slightly, she said, “Mmm.”
“So how do you like it?” I asked softly.
She said, “Let’s see,” and closed her eyes again, a serene expression on her face. As I waited for her answer, I felt her hand slide down between us toward my growing bulge. Squeezing it slightly, she said breathily, “Mmm. Yeah, nice and firm.”
Then she moved her had up and down its length and whispered, “And long enough, it feels like.”
“Last one wasn’t long enough?” I asked.
“Not nearly,” she replied. “Nor was it firm enough or thick enough. This one seems long enough, thick enough, and nice and firm, just like I like.”
“Well, hopefully, this one suits you much better,” I said as my hardening cock pulsed within her grasp.
“I think it’s just what I need,” she purred as she stroked my firm member through my pants. “I’d like to take delivery as soon as possible.”
With my cock stirring to full hardness at her touch, I said, “Yeah, I think we can arrange that.”
Abruptly, she laughed and rolled off the mattress, bounding to her feet. “How soon can I take delivery of his thing?” she asked out loud in the empty showroom.
“As soon as possible,” I replied and laughed at the double entendre. “Oh, you mean the mattress. Let’s find out!”
I looked around the store and wondered if the gleaming black domes which hid video cameras had people watching us from the other side. I spotted the kiosk where you pay near the door and motioned Laura towards it. We crossed the room and she scrolled through the items on the screen until she found the one we had tried out. As she slipped in her credit card, I leaned in from behind her and planted little kisses on the tops of her shoulders. My hand lightly traced the curves of her ass and cupped her butt cheeks. She leaned back into me and sighed in contentment.
“They can deliver it tomorrow!” she exclaimed. “Yay!”
As we walked out of the store, I asked her if she wanted to go have a drink somewhere to celebrate but she said, “Sorry. I’d love to, but I have to coach volleyball this evening.”
“Well then,” I concluded, “glad I could help you find your new mattress.”
Just outside her car, she turned and looked me square in the face, saying, “If you come over tomorrow, you could help me even more.”
“Happy to help,” I replied and gave her a sweet parting kiss in the parking lot. Then we exchanged numbers and she hopped in and zoomed off, waving one hand out the window as she sped away in her little car. With a sigh, I got into my own vehicle and headed home, feeling buoyant at what had just occurred, and excited about what was to come the following day.
I didn’t see Laura the next day, but was assigned to Lisa’s math class instead. Unlike the last time, she was in class this time and only needed me there for support. I spent most of the day helping kids work through 7th grade algebra problems, the likes of which I was never taught until high school. In between times, I admired Lisa’s lithe figure gliding about the room, engaging her students and exhibiting an energy that was infectious to even the most bored students. By the end of the day, she had kids going to the white board to work out equations and find unknown variables in front of the rest of their peers. Math being far from my favorite subject in school, I was amazed at the level of engagement Lisa elicited from these kids.
When they had all left for the day and I was helping to wipe down and sanitize all the desks and chairs, Lisa said with a pout, “Sam, I heard you’re leaving us soon.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “I got called back to my old job. I’ll really miss this place and all the amazing people here, like you.”
“And we’ll miss you. It’s been great having someone here we can all count on. You’ve been great with the kids.”
“The kids are pretty great,” I deferred. “I hope to bring some of this culture back to my own office. Everyone’s so nice here!”
“We have to be, no matter how much the kids make us want to scream sometimes.”
“I don’t know how you do it.”
“Sometimes, we just have to let out our wilder side outside of school. That helps.”
I laughed and said, “Ah, that’s the trick, is it?”
“Yup,” she smiled, then added, “so when is your last day?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Oh my, that soon?” Then she stopped and thought for a second before continuing, “Did you know that tomorrow night is the quarterly school board meeting? Afterwards, some of us like to go out dancing and have a few drinks. Will you join us so we can give you a proper send off?”
“I think that sounds like a lot of fun. I’ll be there!” I finished cleaning and gathered my stuff. Turning at the door, I said, “Thanks Lisa, I’ll see you tomorrow!”
“Bye, Sam!” she waved. “See you tomorrow!”
Lisa was cute, and gave me the impression that she needed a really good fucking, but I remembered that I had a date with Laura and sped home to get ready for my evening with her. As planned, I arrived at Laura’s house at 6pm sharp. Pulling up the long driveway, I saw that she lived in a cozy looking cottage, tucked into a nice-sized lot, right on the edge of town. I parked in her driveway and went to the door. Just as I was about to knock, the door swept open and there she was.
“Welcome!” she exclaimed. “Come on in!”
I entered her house and slipped off my shoes in her foyer. She had changed her hairstyle from her normal ponytail. Her thick, curly, dark hair fell about her shoulders and cradled her alluring face. She had replaced her usual conservative school attire with something more casual, and revealing, too. The tank top she now wore could barely contain her ample breasts. I silently hoped I would soon kiss the nipples that strained behind her thin bra and top. Her sweet ass which I had caressed the day before was clad in a short fleece skirt. It looked like she was dressed to be quickly undressed.
She pulled me in by the hand and quickly closed the door behind me. She stepped into my arms and our lips found each other’s. We shared a long, exploratory kiss, far deeper than we had dared in the mattress store. Her mouth tasted sweet as our tongues intertwined. Her scantily clad body pressed against me as I pulled her into my embrace.
After a while, she pulled away and said, “Wow. I just went somewhere.”
Peering into her eyes, I said, “I think we have a lot of new places to explore together.”
She nodded and grinned broadly. “We do,” she replied demurely.
“This place is beautiful,” I remarked, surveying the tasteful decorating. “How long have you lived here?”
“A couple years,” she replied. “It’s not much, but it’s home.”
“I think it’s lovely. Very quaint and homey.”
“That’s what I was going for, English countryside.”
“Well, you certainly nailed it with your landscaping outside. And inside is even more charming. You’re a talented girl, I see.”
“I hope I’m as talented with the dinner I have in the oven.”
“I’m sure it will be as amazing as everything else about you. How about a tour?”
“Sure,” she cried. “First stop, the kitchen – and I can check on dinner!”
I followed her from the foyer, past the spacious dining room, into the kitchen. She paused to open the oven and check its contents. Delicious smelling aromas wafted out. I inhaled deeply.
“Smells delicious,” I remarked.
“I hope you like pot roast, potatoes and vegetables.”
“My favorite,” I said.
“Great! Now for the tour.”
She took my hand and led me through the house. The place was much roomier than it appeared from the outside and each room was decorated more tastefully than the last. Finally, we reached the master bedroom where her new mattress dominated the room, now artfully covered with a pretty comforter and lots of pillows.
“The new mattress looks good in here,” I remarked.
She smiled and led me to the foot of the bed. Gently pushing me back, I sat down on the edge.
“Lay back and try it out,” she encouraged and I laid back, my feet still on the floor.
“Very comfy,” I said, and watched as she stood at the foot of the bed. A look of desire had overtaken her face.
“Want to see the rest of me now?”
“Yes, I’d love to,” I said softly.
Staring into my eyes, she slowly pulled off her tank top. Her perfect breasts strained within their confines when she reached behind her and undid the hooks, letting the bra slip to the floor. Her pert breasts stood out, nipples already erect in anticipation and I began to swell inside my pants.
“Beautiful, Laura,” I breathed.
“I want to take off your shirt,” she said in a sultry voice.
I nodded, sat up, and raised my arms. Gripping the bottom, she tore my shirt up and off, throwing it onto a chair near the bed to join her discarded clothes. Roving my chest and abdomen with her eyes, she murmured, “Nice body.”
In that moment, I was glad for the daily regimen of pushups and sit ups I’d done since my high school days. She smiled into my eyes and wiggled her butt while she slid her skirt down her legs and off, leaving only a thong that barely covered her mound. Then she crawled to the foot of the bed, saying, “Here, now. Let’s get you more comfortable.”
Leaning down, she deftly unbuckled my belt, then unsnapped and unzipped my jeans. I lifted my butt to make it easier for her to slide my jeans down and off, leaving only my boxers, now tented by my growing member.
“And now, the moment I’ve been thinking about,” she said softly as she slowly removed my boxers. My cock sprung to attention between us. She stared at it longingly as she slid her panties down revealing a perfectly shaved pussy. :I shaved for you,” she said demurely.” Naked, she crawled up onto the bed between my legs and paused to inhale deeply at my groin. My cock pulsed at the feeling of her cheek brushing against its hardness. I ached to feel her lips encircle its girth. Instead, she crawled up to me and lay her body onto mine. Pressing her full breasts against my chest, she sought my lips and we began to kiss, much more hungrily than the kisses we had shared earlier and in the mattress store the day before.
She pressed her lips and body hard against mine and ground herself against my stiff member. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight to me, relishing the feel of her skin against mine, my cock nestled against her smooth mound, wanting desperately to enter her. After a long delicious kiss, she raised herself up. Looking down at me from inside her curtain of ringlets, and whispered, “Now lay back and enjoy. We have all night.” I rested my arms behind my head and looked down my torso at her as she scooted back down and positioned her face near my outstretched cock. My fully erect member stood at attention before her widened eyes and she brought her mouth toward my towering pole, murmuring, “It felt big in the store, but oh my God, Sam!”
Then I lay back and sighed as she began to slather the tip and underside with kisses and licks. After traveling its length a few times, she wrapped her warm lips around my swollen head. Her lips spread apart and locked eyes with mine as she drew my thickness into her mouth. I sighed in relief at the feeling of my hard cock being sucked into the warm mouth of this sexy babe. She murmured in pleasure as she fondled by balls with one hand and gripped the base of my shaft with the other. I felt my cock pulse inside her mouth as she took as much of it in as she could.
She set up a beautiful rhythm of sucking on the head and then licking up and down its length, her tongue tracing every pulsing vein. Then she would return to the top and lower her mouth over it again, sucking firmly on the engorged head. Pulling off momentarily, she remarked, “You have a very nice cock, Sam,” just before the swollen head disappeared back into her mouth.
“Oh, Laura,” I said lowly, “You’re sucking me so good. You like it, huh?”
Around a mouth full of hard meat, she replied with what sounded like, “Mmm. Ah loo!”
After a while, feeling my cock strain from her exquisite blowjob, I began to feel those familiar urges and began to involuntarily twitch in anticipation. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer like this. I warned her, “Not sure how much more of this I can take,” and bucked up into her mouth.
She pulled her mouth off my rod long enough to reply hoarsely, “Your cock tastes so good. I want to taste your cum, okay?”
Once she said that, I replied, “Fine with me, baby,” and I lay back to relish the coming of the inevitable. She picked up her pace and sucked on my knob hungrily. Her small hand wrapped around my shaft added little upward jerks, just below the head that she sucked in her warm, wet mouth. Her drool dribbled down my shaft as her other hand slithered behind my balls to rub the sensitive skin there. Those little jerks of her hand, her exploration of my nether area, and her merciless sucking soon had me bucking and shuddering. My actions only made her suck more avidly. She added unintelligible murmurs of encouragement, the vibrations of her voice seeming to flow through my rock hard cock.
I gave her a final warning, “Here I cum, baby!” Then I stiffened and let my release overtake me. From the backs of my legs, up my spine and behind my neck, I felt the energy build and course through me. With a roar, I let loose inside her mouth, erupting like a volcano. She pulled off after the first couple pumps, my cum seeping out of the corners of her mouth, and let the ensuing ropes spurt over her face. Gripping the base of my spewing cock, she directed my pulsing ropes to crisscross her face, neck and chest. As the last of my seed dribbled from the tip, she lowered her mouth back over it and sucked gently. Then she traced her tongue up and down my shaft and licked up every drop until my deflating member gleamed with her saliva. While she was licking me clean, she rubbed all the cum that had sprayed onto her body into her smooth skin, leaving a glowing sheen on her breasts and abdomen.
She crawled up into my waiting arms and cooed, “Yum. That was nice. Yeah, I’m starting to really like this mattress.”
“Me, too,” I said and pulled her close.
I held her like that for a brief time and then began kissing the top of her head, nestled in the crook of my arm. I gently slid my arm from under her and she stretched back on her new, firm mattress, while I kissed my way down her body. I paused to lavish her sensitive breasts with kisses, nibbles and licks. Her erect nipples were aching to be suckled and she squirmed in delight beneath me as I lavished them and circled her hard nipples with my tongue.
“Oh yes!” she cried. “My breasts have ached to be kissed by you just like this.” As I explored her full breasts with my tongue, my hand moved to her smooth mound and I gently pressed a finger into her moist slit. She began panting from the excitement of her sensitive breasts being suckled and her pussy touched, saying, “Soooo wet.”
I moved down, tracing a line of kisses down her abdomen and nestled in between her legs. She spread them wide for me and moaned in relief and pleasure when my tongue tentatively touched her puffy, aroused pussy lips. She arched her back when I delved between them and began to trace every fold. Her arousal filled my nostrils and encouraged me to lap up more of her free flowing arousal.
“Mmm,” I moaned into her wet folds. “You taste so good, Laura.”
“Glad you like me,” she cooed. “I’m so wet for you.”
I lay between her legs and began lapping gently, probing with my tongue, and sought her swollen clit. Hidden in folds at the top of her slit, I wrapped my lips around the swollen bean and sucked gently, eliciting little squeals. She began to twitch and pant at the tonguing I was giving her steaming pussy. Her breathing turned to throaty rasps between sharp intakes of air. I increased my pressure and focused on her clit with renewed fervor. Her gyrations against my probing tongue and little thrusts against my face encouraged me to reach deeper with my tongue. I wanted to get her off like this, even as I thought about how sweet it would be when my cock regained its strength and was able to enter into this glorious place. Those thoughts brought my sleeping member back to life and I felt it swell under me as I licked her slit with renewed vigor. She responded by gripping the sheets on either side of her, arching her back and curling her toes.
With a series of trembles and tremors, her raspy panting changed to yowls of pleasure as I brought her to the peak of ecstasy and a powerful climax washed over her. As she quivered in my grasp, her delicious juices cascaded over my face and I drank of them greedily. I gripped her ass cheeks in each had and tried to steady her as she began to thrash beneath me. My cock was now throbbing with anticipation as her quakes subsided and her breathing returned to normal. With one last, slow lick along the length of her slit, she shivered and I planted a final kiss on her love button. Then I crawled up next to her and pulled her into my embrace. She wrapped her arms around my torso and drew her breasts against my chest.
Feeling my hardness press against her thigh, she smiled mischievously and purred, “Mmm, really? There’s more?”
“There sure is,” I replied and crawled on top of her.
“Oh yeah, baby!” she cried and spread her legs father apart as I positioned myself over her. She reached up and rubbed my sides as I pressed my hard rod against her warm opening. She jerked when the swollen head pushed past her opening and she breathed, “Ooh, you’re big.”
I inched a little more into her tightness. She moaned again and whispered, “And hard.”
I loomed over her, relishing the sight of this beautiful woman writhing beneath me, aching to be filled, lusting to be fucked. Gradually, I pressed my full length into her tight folds. She looked up and said, “And long. Oh God, Sam, I’ve dreamt about this.”
“Me, too,” I agreed and set up a long, slow rhythm.
“The real thing is better than I dreamt!” she cried amidst moans of pleasure.
With deep strokes in, sometimes painfully fast, other times excruciatingly slow, I buried my rejuvenated cock into her wetness. I was now completely hard again, despite having blasted a load all over her face less than a half hour ago. I was secretly pretty proud of myself, but then realized, it was my partner that turned me on enough to have this miraculous effect. My cock was loving the chance to show off a little for her.
“You are so tight, Laura,” I praised her.
“And very wet,” she added. “God you turn me on and you feel so good inside me.”
My previous load gave me incredible staying power and, combined with Laura’s seeming inability to ever get enough, we fucked like that for nearly an hour. After a while I decided to switch things up. I rolled off her and guided her up on top of me, impaling her on my rock hard shaft.
Now I was able to focus on her hyper-sensitive breasts while I enjoyed the feeling of my hard meat deeply embedded in the hot pussy of the vixen above me. She ground against me and then rose up to where my cock was barely inside her, before slamming back down to the hilt, causing a loud slapping squish and eliciting throaty gasps from her.
“God, I love how you feel inside me, Sam,” she said breathily as she pumped away above me. “I could fuck you like this all night and all day.”
Maybe so, if I wasn’t about to come again, I thought to myself. Instead, I said, “Yeah baby, me too, but pretty soon I’m gonna cum inside you. That okay?”
“Oh yes,” she moaned. “Fill me with your hot cum!”
She picked up her pace and brought on her own orgasm in the process. Whooping above me and bouncing up and down feverishly, we both emitted guttural sighs as I erupted deep within her. She froze on top of me, quivering and panting short little gasps as her own climax overtook her. I pumped what felt like gallons into her, wondering to myself where it all came from. There probably wasn’t as much in this load as it felt like, but we would never know because it was deep inside her drenched walls.
When her trembling subsided, she flopped forward onto my chest breathing heavily. I encircled my arms around her and said, “I definitely like this mattress. You?”
“Oh yes, very much.”
We lay in the afterglow for a while, before she stirred and exclaimed, “Oh my God! The pot roast!”
She jumped out of bed and raced downstairs, naked. While she was gone, the distinct smell of charred food wafted into the room and covered the aroma of our fresh sex. She returned a short while later and announced, “Well, thanks to best fuck I’ve ever had, dinner is shot.”
“I’m sorry,” I began.
“Don’t be. There’s no better way I would rather have spent the last hour and a half.”
“I’m with you there. So what do we do for dinner?”
“We go out, that’s what,” she laughed.
“Sounds good. Which restaurant has a good pot roast?” I chided and we both laughed heartily as she fell back into bed with me.
Pot roast never tasted better. Laura and I had showered together and then found a cozy diner where we could satisfy our ravenous hunger, after having satiated each other in her new bed.
I delivered her safely home after our delicious meal. Sitting in my car in her driveway, we kissed deeply before she reluctantly pulled away, said good night, and exited my car. I admired her shapely form as it receded from my view, remembering fondly how she had sucked me off and our long, sweet fuck. I sat there in awe at my good fortune to have connected with this luscious woman. Once she was safely in her house and I saw lights come on, I backed out and headed home.
My mattress wasn’t nearly as comfortable as Laura’s, but our evening full of hot sex and delicious food soon brought me the rest I needed. It had been a long day, but a wonderful one, and as I drifted to sleep, my mind was filled with memories of the evening. The passionate kisses, the expert cock sucking, my cum splashing her face and tits, the delicious pussy licking, her warm juices flooding my face, the hot fucking in multiple positions, and our final simultaneous orgasm were all indelibly etched in my brain, and I relished all of the evening’s memories as I drifted off to sleep.
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Excelente
Great read. Looking forward to part 2
Great story!