“Intimate friends, I believe,” said Tracy drily, pushing my hands away again.
“Very intimate,” I agreed, “but we’re not engaged or married. You’re dithering. You want to say yes, don’t you?”
“What on earth makes you think I want to say yes to having sex with a stranger? I hadn’t even met you until you came sneaking through my window. In error, I might point out.”
“You’re curious what it would be like to have a sudden one night stand with a stranger,” I told Tracy. “You really want to, but don’t know how to say yes.
I’ll tell you what. To save you the trouble of wrestling with your conscious I’ll just assume that you’ve said yes and take it from there.”
I mean, when you consider it logically, if Tracy didn’t want to have sex with me she’d have said so. She hadn’t said so. Ergo, she wanted to be laid. Consider, she was hot and naked and a man was touching her. She couldn’t help but be slightly excited.
This time when my hand slipped down over Tracy’s pussy she made no attempt to stop me. I felt her shiver slightly but she let me start exploring her body. I took it slowly, giving Tracy every chance to object, but as each moment passed my explorations grew more audacious.
A little pressure on the inside of Tracy’s knee encouraged her legs to part a little more. My hand promptly stroked along her inner thigh, easing her lips apart slightly when I reached them and dipping inside.
I suddenly deserted her body, just leaning over her to kiss her, pressing her head down against the pillows, only my lips touching her. The main reasons for this was it gave her a little respite, helping to ease her mind, it was as sexy as hell going from being fingered to suddenly just being kissed, and it helped me to get rid of excess clothes. Mine.
When my hands started exploring again Tracy pushed her breasts up against them and when one went further afield she pushed her pussy firmly into my palm as I cupped her. I placed one of her hands on my breast. Her fingers tangled in the hair there while she took in the fact that I’d lost some clothes. Then her hand went wandering to find out how much clothing I’d lost.
Mind you, all Tracy needed to do was lift her head and look to see how dressed or undressed I was. She, however, preferred the Braille method, letting her fingers read what was on my body. She had a feather light touch and as her fingers came closer to a certain point I was almost shivering with expectation.
Her fingers reached my groin, tangled in the hair there and tugged (the bitch) and then slowly circled the prize. There was the faintest touch on my testicles and then a slow drag of fingernails the entire length of my cock, across the head and back down again. She must have known what she was doing to me because my hand tightened somewhat on her pussy and she laughed at me.
After that little incident we both spent some time trying to drive the other over the edge while resisting falling ourselves. I don’t think it was a fair contest as Tracy’s target was sort of standing up where she had easy access while I had to go diving for mine. On top of that, when she suddenly rolled over I lost contact and before I could regain it Tracy was chewing on my cock.
If you think Tracy coming down on me wasn’t enough to almost have me exploding on the spot, you’re crazy. And she knew it, too.
I stood it for as long as I could, watching her head bob up and down, feeling increased pressure in my loins as she went. When her teeth scraped lightly over the head of my cock I wanted to scream. Instead, I pulled her off me. I had her flat on the bed, legs spread and knees raised before she could say boo. She couldn’t take her eyes off me (off my cock, anyway), watching as I knelt, poised above her. Then I was driving down and in, a single thrust being quite sufficient to drive me fully into her. Helped, I must admit, by Tracy humping her sweet little fanny up to meet me.
After that, things got very interesting, very fast. Although Tracy was enjoying herself I was quite sure that she was trying to make me come before I was ready and, even more annoying, before she was ready. I’m quite sure she was doing it just to see if she could make me spill too early.
It reached a point where I had to slow down every so often to prevent an early eruption. Tracy was giggling when I did so, breathing hard and eager to press forward again. My pauses meant that it took Tracy longer to reach her climax, as well, but as far as I was concerned there was a plus side. Once Tracy was ready to come I was able to prolong that moment, keeping her hovering there, swearing and pleading.
When it felt like my testicles were going to burst from the pressure I finally relented, driving in hard, scattering my seed as I came. Tracy gave a muffled shriek and bucked hard up against me, almost crushing my poor weapon, her inner muscles closed so tightly around it.
Drained, I relaxed on the bed next to Tracy. She lay there, eyes half closed, little tremors still running through her as she slowly came down from her high.
“That,” I finally said, “was interesting.”
“Maybe,” said Tracy, panting a little, “but as far as I’m concerned it never happened. After all, I don’t even know you.”
“OK,” I said. I must admit it sounded reasonable. I couldn’t really see Tracy wanting to boast of a one night stand with a relative stranger.
“One question. Is it not going to happen again, if I wait around for a little while?”
Tracy just flashed me a laughing face and said nothing. I just lay there, biding my time.