curvy redhead [f]ucks [m]e all weekend

J was a bit younger than me. She was 23 and had hips and breasts that were sexy, full, and firm. She danced and coached gymnastics but her body's natural curvy shape was what remained in my memory. Curvy is often shorthand for overweight. In her case, this was not true at all. She was fit but she never felt fragile. It's shitty writing but true in her case that she was built for sex.

I had met her through friends. We had met at brunch and hung out for a bit at my friends place. We never managed to really get together before I moved to another city. Not really sure why. Maybe she was seeing someone. It didn't really matter to me.

She texted me a couple months after I moved to a city on the northeast USA. I had gotten a small but nice place in a great neighborhood. We were exchanging notes about random stuff and being in the city. She had never visited before. We talked about that and her being done with school for the semester. I asked her if she wanted to come. I was fortunately in a great place financially and I offered her the plane ticket as well. It was a pretty reasonable fare. So fuck it. Life's short.

She flew up a couple weeks later. I picked her up at the terminal and we hugged warmly. She looked great. I grabbed her bags as we headed back to the subway. She seemed to enjoy the view from the few overground sections. She took in the city. She hadn't really travelled much. I was glad to be able to show her it.

I mentioned I'd cook for her when we got to my apartment. I had picked something or other up. We get to my apartment and headed up. She walked into it and went straight to the window to look over the city. I brought her bags in and walked over to her. I hugged her from behind as she took in the city.

We clicked sexually in a major way. She responded to my hands wrapping her from behind. Her ass and legs molded against mine. We stood there for minutes with my hands working relatively innocently over her body. I caressed her hips and back. My hand ran down her legs and up to her stomach. I pulled one arm completely around and massaged her neck with the other. She cooed in a sexually receptive way. I held myself against her as my lips explored her neck.

She turned from the window without my hands leaving her. She held my head with one hand while the other pulled at my waist. There wasn't anxiousness or urgency to it. She knew we had a whole weekend together. But she must have begun to realize how much chemistry we had and what a fun little escape this weekend would be for both of us.

When I was younger, I was too eager. I suppose that's normal. From my vantage of being a bit older, I know there's more enjoyment from drawing an experience out more. If a woman offers herself to me, I'm content to let things escalate slowly. And that's what we were doing.

Not that our sexual energy wasn't escalating. We were going to have a lot of intense sex this weekend. She knew it. I knew it.

We contentedly parted and moved away from the windows. She made a mention of washing up a bit from the flight. And I needed to make good on my promise of dinner. Although, now I have no idea what I cooked or anything related to it.

I opened a bottle of wine and put some quiet music on in the background. It sounds cheesy writing it. Fuck it. I like wine and music. I like cooking. And I like a sexy, young woman in my apartment. And I fucking love when I know she's available to me.

I don't mind a little bit of buildup to sex. But she also didn't take long washing up from the plane. She came out of the bathroom in comfortable linen shorts and a cute top. There weren't terrible short or tight. They could ride up well enough to get a great view of her legs and ass. We talked while I put something together. She scanned my books and explored my very small apartment. I had a great view over the city and she seemed to enjoy it.

We kissed softly and intermittently through my cooking and our dinner together. After dinner, we made our way to my bed. There was no coyness or any pretense. We were going to enjoy each other for our first time. Now I've had partners who I vividly remember what they did to me. But with J, I recall what I felt and wanted to do to her. Or maybe I should say that I remember what she inspired! But to be honest, it's been a few years and I only remember a few images of that evening. I probably couldn't put a continuous stream of events if I tried. So I'll share what I can.

We sat up on the bed. I sat with my legs crossed and she wrapped her legs and sat with her full body against mine. She had pulled my shirt off but my pants and her shorts remained. We lifted her top over her shoulders and head. Her beautiful full breasts pressed against my chest. They were much more than a handful. I didn't hold her breasts with my hands. I could only make an attempt to cup them all. But god I loved them pressed against my chest. With her laps to mine.

I remember her long red and auburn hair. Straight and very well taken care of. Her hair fell over me has her bodies pressed together. Maybe it was her hair or maybe it was her sex appeal. But I love the small of my lover. Intoxicating and raw. Even without being inside her, she felt and smelled so good.

We moved on and we both stripped further. I was nude and she still had her cute little panties on. I push her softly against the bed. I pulled my lips from her and made my way down her body. As I said earlier, her breasts were generous. But her nipples were small and perky. I ran my tongue over and around them. A hand ran through my hair while the other grabbed my hips. I didn't hurry past her breasts. I took my time. But I did move down her body in time.

I didn't want to be slow or tease her. I wanted her pussy against my mouth. I wanted to take her in. I needed her to cum. There was a possessiveness that was growing. She was mine. Her body was mine. And I wanted to explore her. I wanted to pull her against me.

Stepping away from those thoughts for a moment I took her in. She lay on her back in my bed and looked intensely at me. He eyes never parted mine. Her hands lay against her sides framing her breasts wonderfully. Her thin waste and large hips lay in anticipation. She had spread her legs to allow me to fully take her in. Her sexy ass and hips had the cute little dimple only women of a specific body type can get.

Fuck, I wanted her. Her labia was long and thin. Her lips were flush and full. Her clit didn't peek out but hinted it's presence. She had shaved the sides of her labia but kept a cute little thin red patch above. I moved my head between her legs and made a single light long run of my tongue through her pussy. She was incredibly wet and her moisture outpaced anything my mouth was producing. I continued deep and more firmly. I took my time and read her body. We had all the time in the world. I loved her pussy against mine. I loved her soft but full moans. And she came in one long but steady orgasm. Her hands ran against my hair as her long wave took her.

As she recovered, she pulled me towards her expecting that I'd enter her. I was erect but I wasn't done exploring body quite yet. I told her I wanted to run my hands over her body. She kissed me and yielded to my directions. She rolled unto her stomach while I positioned a pillow underneath her hips. I sat next to her and ran my hands over her shoulders and back. My lips explored her beautiful body. I moved down her body slowly. I worked the tension out of her lower back and her gluts. I kneaded the back of her thighs, her hams, and calves. I took one foot and then the other in my hand.

I straddled her as she lay face down. I rubbed up her legs. My thumbs explored her outer labia. I shifted my weight further up her body to position my cock directly against her pussy. I let my cock run over her. She responded warmly. I let me cock linger there. Against her, not in her. Friction but not penetration. I leaned my head down and began to kiss her neck. She turned her neck and kissed me. Intensely. I released her kiss and pulled away briefly to grab a condom. I rolled it on and went back to rubbing my cock against her pussy.

Each stroke against her lubricated me for the first penetration. I let my strokes against her rest more pressure against her entrance. But I kept the angle a bit off each time so I slid out without taking her fully. I kept this up until it became clear I was staying longer and deeper than merely playing with her. We were fucking. Fully and completely. She controlled her own angle and rhythm. Her body pulled me deeper.

As I said earlier, her body never felt fragile. She was sexy and athletic but a strong woman. She took my cock in her. I didn't feel like I put too much pressure on her or went too deeply. She loved it all. She was wet, warm, and tight. And our bodies worked well together.

She came first. Not the clitoral orgasm from earlier. But an intense one specific to penetration. I did my best to watch her breathing and extend her orgasm. I slowed our pace and let her recover.

My orgasm came after. It wasn't with hers. She encouraged me and listened to my body. I came in the condom. My cock buried deep in her. My legs spread across her ass and legs. Her beautiful chest was pressed against the bed. Her ass pushed against me. Our bodies were sweaty. The room smelled of our sex and lust. And I remember it vividly.

I was drained. We lay there for a bit longer and then I fell asleep with her curled in my arms. We'd fuck again in that position that night. But for now I was exhausted.

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