Four hours later, their plates were stacked neatly in the sink, and the bowl of queso sat empty next to a bag of tortilla chip crumbs. On the kitchen counter, condensation droplets ran in little rivers down the sides of the blender, pooling at the base. A small plate of salt sat next to the blender showing several rings of moistened, crusted salt crystals from the rims of the margarita glasses.
She slowly opened her eyes. A ceiling fan above her slowly stirred the air. Her head felt heavy and watching the blades of the fan was making her dizzy. She couldn’t even remember the number of margaritas they had downed last night. She was in his bed, barely covered by a sheet and blanket. Instinctively, she pulled the sheet up to her chin and snuggled down for warmth. She was wearing one of his old t-shirts, and nothing else.
She rolled her head to the side. He was in bed next to her, sleeping soundly on his side and facing away from her. She scooted over to him and snuggled next to his body, grateful for his warmth.
As she lay there, the thoughts of the night floated through her mind. They had laughed and talked their way through dinner. After the margaritas, they both realized how tired they were, not to mention how drunk they were. He convinced her to sleep over and being a nice guy, he had offered her his bed while he took the sofa. That had lasted about five minutes before she realized she would never get to sleep alone in a strange house. She had called for him and he stumbled into the bedroom shirtless and in his boxers. He had collapsed into the bed and promptly fell asleep.
She scooted closer, matching the curves of her body to his. She wrapped her arm around his waist and drifted back to sleep.
The sound of his deep voice singing in the shower woke her up. She looked around, remembering where she was and smiled. The sun was sneaking its way into the room, and like the beam of a flashlight, it was lighting up the dust particles floating in the air. She sat up and squirmed around until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Listening to his singing, she smiled again as an idea formed in her head.
She walked quickly to the bathroom in the hallway with her purse. In the side pocket, she pulled out the travel toothbrush that she kept for just such a situation. The fact that she had never opened the wrapper in years made her smirk. She brushed her teeth quickly and then used the toilet to relieve the pressure caused by the previous night’s margarita binge. She stood up, pulled the t-shirt over her head and fluffed her hair out the best that she could. Finally ready, she opened the door, and then reached over to flush the toilet. Then she ran quickly back to the bedroom and entered the bathroom.
As she predicted the flush drained the cold water from the pipes. His singing stopped suddenly as he felt the scalding water strike him.
“Hey!” he shouted as he jumped back from the stream of water. Hearing her giggle, he pulled the curtain back and stuck his head out. There she was, a naked angel standing in his bathroom.
“Is there room in there for a singing partner?” she asked with a mischievous grin. He smiled and pulled the curtain aside. Devilishly, she let her eyes linger on his body, watching the water draining in little rivers down his chest and his tight stomach. Then her eyes lowered to his cock, which was thickening by the second under her stare.
“Well,” she said huskily in a voice she’d never heard before, “look at you.” She stepped into the shower and he slid the curtain closed again. She was a tiny thing standing next to him as she stepped into his embrace. The warm water sprayed across their bodies as he pulled her close. She rose up on tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.
His hands roamed across her body, sliding down her back to squeeze the firm globes of her ass, pulling her tighter to him. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her softness of her belly. She reached up to hold it and stroke it in her hands. It pulsed and throbbed in her grip. She wanted this thing, this pure essence of man that she held in her hand. She wanted it, needed it. She needed to feel it throbbing and pulsing deep inside of her.
She looked up at him and stared into his eyes. “Andy,” she said seriously, “take me back to your bed. Take me back to your bed and…take me.”
Five minutes later, warm and hand-dried with a huge fluffy towel, she lay back on her back, pulling her knees up as he climbed between her legs. As he moved on his knees between her open legs, he also crawled forward until he was on top of her and resting his weight on his arms. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled his face down to hers. They shared several warm kisses, tongues dancing together in delight.
When she felt the head of his cock along the inside of her thigh, probing for her pussy, she reached down between their bodies to guide him home. His stiff cock filled her small hand as she pulled him forward. When she felt the warm head pressing against the steaming lips of her pussy, she rubbed it up and down the length of her opening, moistening the head of his cock with her juices.
She finally had him where she wanted him, and she let go of his cock. She wrapped her arms around his back and locked her heels behind his butt and growled, “Now, fuck me.”
Andy pushed his hips forward and his cock speared through the outer lips of her pussy and was wrapped in the tightness. He began a slow thrusting motion and she rocked her hips forward and back with him, pulling back as he did, and slamming forward as he rocked against her. His lips left hers and traveled across her cheek and down to the sides of her neck, kissing and nibbling between the heavy breathing caused by his exertions.
Her pussy gripped and released him in a steady rhythm. He arched his neck lower and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it in, and relishing at the taste of her skin.
“Mmmmmm, ” she moaned,” I like that.” He moved over to her other breast and teased the nipple with his lips until it was hard. “Bite it.” She told him.
He sucked in the nipple, pulling it forward and away from her body, then released it and slowly clamped down on it with his teeth. “Yesssss,” she growled, her voice fading away as she relished in the feelings it sent through her.
She started pumping her pelvis harder and faster against him. “Suck that titty! Fuck that pussy!” She groaned out as their tempo intensified.
“Such language for a school teacher,” he said to her with a laugh. She reached out and drove her fingernails into the cheeks of his ass.