Chapter 7: Sex in the Afternoon

Dan arrived at Emmy’s bar, where Marion was sitting with two couples at a table outside. He stopped and honked at her. She drained her glass of white wine, waved goodbye to her friends, and got in.

“Who are your friends?” Dan asked impishly, knowing she would not tell him anything.

“Just some people I know,” she said.

When they got to Dan’s place they immediately went to his bedroom, stripped off, and lay down together. Dan took her belly in both hands and wobbled it from side to side, then up and down, exposing the red, untouched hair around her pussy. He grabbed a clump, and started to tug on it gently and rhythmically while sucking on a nipple and humming. “I want some redbush tea,” he said, and she giggled as he went down on her. He kissed and licked and nuzzled, making her juices flow. He licked these up making slurping noises and aaah sounds.

“I love redbush tea,” he said.

She laughed, and then started to pant. He continued to lick, sucking on her clitoris, and thrusting his tongue in as far as it would go. She shuddered as she came, and then said, “I want your cock.”

Dan rolled over to the side of the bed, took a condom from the bedside drawer, and put it on.

“Do the dolphin,” he said. One of the few things he knew about her was that she did yoga. She was amazingly fit and supple despite her plumpness. She moved to the floor. The dolphin position had her facing down, with her forearms flat on the floor, and her legs straight, at right angles to her body. He knelt on a cushion behind her, spread out her legs, and leaned forward until his stiff penis was touching her pussy. She grunted in pleasure as he thrust it all the way in in one stroke. He started to move in and out, keeping a comfortable even rhythm, then reached around her and cupped her breasts, moving his hands around, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples gently. Soon she was coming to her second orgasm, and he sped up his thrusts and moved a hand down to massage her clitoris. She came with a shout, and bent her knees to rest on the floor, which had the effect of pulling her away from his penis.

She got on the bed, and lay on her back. Dan pulled off the condom, and knee-walked to the top of the bed, where she took his penis in her mouth, putting a hand between his legs to hold one of his ass cheeks. There is no such thing as a bad blowjob, but Marion was a supreme artist, taking pride in her abilities. Lines from a poem came into Dan’s mind: Red hair she had and golden skin / Her sulky lips were shaped for sin. As Dan was nearing orgasm, she slowed her pace to almost nothing, then sped up again when his excitement receded. Finally she went faster, then rolled her tongue round and round his glans. As he started to come, she sucked as hard as she could, and swallowed his sperm as it spurted out in one two three four five surges.

Dan collapsed on the bed. “Whee!” he said.

“Get me a Fanta,” she said.

Dan did, and she drank it without removing it from her lips, then belched loudly.

“Now drive me back to Emmy’s,” she said as she dressed herself. Hardly 45 minutes had elapsed, and her friends were still there. As she was leaving the car she said, “That was the last time. I’ve met a guy, and I think he’s the one.”

Dan had heard this from her before, and was skeptical, but said “Goodbye, and congratulations. I hope you will be very happy,” while thinking, “Three months at most.”