A familiar knock, I hear the smallness of knuckles rapping at the door. I stand, walk, and put my hand on the knob. The door opens. She stands there. The afternoon sun behind her shines into my eyes, but not blinding. She makes a step into me and nuzzles her head into my chest. I reciprocate and take a deep breath. I am relaxed now. The tension from my day is gone. Her scent is here, soothing, calming. It was only for a moment, and now we lay on the bed top. She's wearing a skirt when she lays down first. I catch a glimpse of what I know so well. I feel my pupils dilate, but I am completely comfortable. She rests her head on my chest and wraps her free arm. I could die happy. I have a hand wrapped on her waist. She talks. Her voice, familiar, reminds me of the past. I run my hand up and down her side. The chest pinches to the waist, which flares to the hip, and tapers down the thigh. She looks up, chin on my chest meeting my gaze, and smiles.
She starts rubbing my chest. Smile turns to a grin. My heart is racing, she knows. I know what will happen, there's nothing new. It makes me yearn. My hips move of their own accord. She knows where my hands will go. First the chest, then the bosom, then a pleasant squeeze. Now my zipper is undone, my pants are recessed, and my manhood is showing. She looks down remembering what it's done to her, and treats it accordingly. We kiss, like a finger print, unique to ourselves. I make another pass at her side as I lift her shirt. My free hand unclasps the bra. I treat them right. Her hips grind on my leg. Her scent, intoxicating. Better than looking. My hand moves under her skirt while my head is in her bosom. Her grip tightens. Her breath quickens. A small moan. My shirt is off, she kisses my chest. We both know so well, but when I enter, she gasps. Our choreography is well rehearsed. It doesn't need to be long. Her grip tightens, tightens, nails dig in. Then a release. I have heard it many times before. I cannot contain myself as we cum together. We embrace tight enough to fuse.
An eternity passes as we tell, with our lips, our emotions. I shutter as I exit. Again, her head is on my chest, relaxed arm wrapped. My hand is on her waist, gliding up and down. I breath her in. By the time I exhale, I'm asleep.