Chapter 20

Saturday morning; she was up before me. I felt her stir and start to get up; when I moved, she kissed me on the shoulder and told me stay put, she’d be right back. I drifted off to sleep again, and reawakened many minutes later when she returned with a cup a coffee for her, a glass of juice for me, and a bowl of cut-up fruit for us to share. I’m getting breakfast in bed; I must have been a good boy. She quickly shed her robe and got back in bed, snuggling in close and giving me a kiss.

“Good morning, lover,” she purred, reaching for my morning erection and giving it a firm squeeze. “I brought breakfast and something to drink; unless you’ve got business to attend to right away, we’re set for a while. Isn’t this better than going out and exercising at this hour?”

“I’ve got to agree,” I told her. I took a swig of the juice and a couple slices of apple; I ate one and fed her the other, then took her in my arms and gave her a loving kiss. She quickly moved on top on me, stretching out fully and giving us full-body contact for a few seconds; then drawing her legs up, turned it into a full-body hug. We made out for a minute and chatted a little; with her delightfully wiggling around on top of me, teasing my erection with her ass cheeks; then she leaned back a little and looked at me with a grin.

“I know you said we don’t have to take care of your morning erection for you,” she said; “but today, it’s my morning erection, and I’ve got plans for it.” A little bit more wiggling around, then she sat up, reached down and got me in the right position, then slowly lowered herself on my shaft. Okay; her shaft; whatever. She was wet and willing and ready to go; she leaned down and kissed me, then sat upright and started riding me; slowly at first, but obviously moving around searching for the right angle. Once she found it, she hummed with satisfaction; then leaned back, supporting herself with her hands on my knees, and went to work. “This feels incredible,” she said; “I’m a little disappointed in myself for not finding out about this sooner. I felt so good this morning when I woke up, I’ve been playing with myself a little bit, trying to make myself feel as good as you did last night.” She changed the angle a little bit more and ground down hard onto me for a few seconds; “Yesss,” she hissed, “that’s the spot.”

A few moments later, she resumed; “I fairly quickly found the right spot inside me with my fingers, and got some really remarkable sensations, but it wasn’t nearly as good as this.” She worked on a me a little longer; I had been caressing her belly and abdomen, when I reached up and cupped her breasts and squeezed and manipulated them a little, that got me a throaty moan and smile of approval. “I think this better because your cock in me makes me feel so full, so complete,” she shakily continued. “I didn’t get myself off while I was experimenting; oh my; I wanted to wait and do it with you; ohhh, yesss; but now I think I’m almost there!” she softly exclaimed. I reached down and started rubbing her clit; suddenly she sat up, then leaned over me and ground down hard on my cock and finger, her hands on my chest.

“Yes, Yes, Yes!” she started repeating as her spasms began. She gushed lubrication; not a flood, but she was decidedly wetter and easier to move in; I was able to help her keep it going for many seconds before she collapsed on top of me. It was several more moments before she started giggling; “I agree with the other girls; that’s the way to start the morning.” I mentally agreed, caressing her sides and legs, and reaching down and massaging her feet, next to my hips. That got another soft moan from her; her feet seemed to be especially sensitive and responsive.

Sharon seemed to be satisfied, but only for the moment; she sat up again and gently started rolling her hips around my shaft. “I loved all of last night,” she started; “when you bent me double and put my legs over your shoulders, that was completely different. You holding me down like that made me totally at your mercy; you filled me completely up, drove me into the bed, dominated me in way I didn’t think I’d like; but I really did. It was lovely, and I had a great orgasm; now I want to try you from behind. I want to lay down on my stomach and have you do me that way; hold me down and just fuck me senseless. Cindy said you seemed to like doing it that way, and she really did; what do you think?”

Sharon is a talker; funny, she seemed to be a little quiet and reserved when I first met her. “Yes, honey; I really like your ass against my groin, I like that a lot. When you’re ready, just climb off and lay down; but there’s a couple things that might make it better for you. We need to put a pillow between your legs; that will get your ass up into a better position so I can hit your inside spot, and give your legs something to squeeze; and you need to reach down and play with yourself while I’m fucking you; give yourself a little more direct stimulation. I will try to hold off as long as I can, I may have to pause a couple times, but don’t count on me to last very long. You have absolutely the best ass baby; it drives me crazy.”

“Pam said that was the sexiest she’d ever felt; feeling your cock in her like that, hammering her down into the bed; let’s do it!”

Like I said; eager. She quickly climbed off and got herself arranged, taking one pillow and doubling it over lengthwise before putting it between her legs. She quickly reached back between her legs and started playing with herself. “This is so sensual, so erotic,” she murmured; “I love feeling this way with you. Amy said the same; she was with her boyfriend for months and never felt this way with him; only with you.”

Hmmm; still talking, still thinking too much; maybe once I’m in her ... I straddled her legs and raked my cock up and down through her slit a couple times, she reached farther back to get a good grip on me, then pulled me into her as she pushed that fantastic ass back. I entered easily and pushed in until I was fully seated; she gave a low moan and immediately started rhythmically pushing her ass back and forth on my shaft. We quickly got in sync; her moaning and mumbling words of encouragement, me admiring the shape and firmness of her ass. I started out fairly slow but soon picked up the pace a little, she was right with me; soon she was demanding harder and faster, I complied. Soon she was just lying there, letting me ravish her; when I paused to avoid a quick finish, she started pushing back at me again; she was completely into this. “It’s starting,” she cried, “I’m cumming, baby; just hammer me, fuck me ‘til I can’t take it anymore!” she pleaded. I paused and ground into her when I felt her channel clench me; after the third pause, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back anymore, I needed to finish; and told her so.

“YES, BABY, YES,” she screamed into her pillow, trembling; “FINISH ME, CUM IN MEEEEE!” A few more thrusts and I was done; I exploded into her, a dozen strong pulses, followed by a few weakening ones; she renewed her cries of satisfaction and started kicking her legs and humping back at me even harder. I was finished before she was, but was able to keep stimulating her until she started calling out; “No more, no more; baby, I’m done.” I just laid down on top of her for several minutes, when I rolled to the side she gave one final moan, then relaxed completely. I tried to caress her a bit; “NO baby, no more; even that is too much.” Several minutes later she lifted her head and gave me a weak grin, “I need a few more minutes of rest; we may have over done that.” She laid her head back down for a couple minutes, then eventually rolled over facing me; “That was amazing,” she whispered; “I was so ready, think I started cumming as soon as you got in me; then every time I finished, another one started; they just kept getting bigger and bigger; now I’m deliciously exhausted. Let me take a little nap, I really need one,” she mumbled; I think she was out before she finished the sentence.

I eased out of bed; I really needed the bathroom now; once in there I decided to take a quick shower. When I got out, I checked on Sharon; still sleeping, but at least she’s moved a little. I took my time, shaving and brushing my teeth; when I checked on her again, she mumbled she needed a few more minutes, she’s be downstairs in a bit. I quietly put on my running shorts and tank-top, and headed downstairs; the other three girls were sitting around watching Saturday morning cartoons, of all things; not many choices of course, but still...

I sat down on the couch and joined them; Cindy immediately put her feet in my lap and I began massaging. We all talked a bit; they wanted details, I told them they had to ask Sharon; they asked where she was; back asleep, I told them; had I done that good a job; I gave up and started asking about the weather. We chatted about a few other things; they asked when exactly JB and I would be leaving; there was a bit of movement when I said next Friday, probably sometime after noon. That triggered a discussion about game night; I said JB and I probably wouldn’t attend; we had to pack and get ready to travel. That got some protests, we had to do one more night; I told them I’d have to talk to JB about it. Finally, around 9 am; Sharon appeared in her robe and curled up on the couch next to me with a sheepish smile on her face. When the interrogation began, I decided to go do my run; better late than not at all, and I really didn’t need to listen to this. Besides, they would talk more freely if I wasn’t there; I think.

A nice crisp morning, a few people walking around; I did an extended run and really pushed myself. I walked the last mile back to the cottage to cool down and got back to the cottage at 11, the girls were all getting ready for work. I’m sure they arranged it; all were milling around in panties and bra, taking turns ironing their waitress uniforms. Payback was in order; I hung around for several minutes, commenting on how sexy and lovely they all looked. It took a couple highly suggestive comments from me before I got a couple blushes; though Amy and Cindy were all for me bending them over the kitchen counter and taking them, right now. Okay, my bluff had been called; I headed upstairs to take a quick shower and get dressed for the restaurant. Sharon was back in her bedroom to finish dressing before I was completely ready; privately, she was all for being bent over the kitchen counter too; she thought that was an interesting idea. I need to be careful; I seem to have opened the flood gates. Eventually we all got dressed and met downstairs, ready for work; we climbed into the two cars, everyone smiling and happy to be alive.

It ended up being a cooler Saturday, mid-60s at best. It is Spring though, lots of flower’s blooming; everyone out, taking advantage of the sunshine. The restaurant was busy all afternoon, but not outrageously so; JB and I did our thing, and got a few of the girls up helping with a few of the songs again; everyone seemed to enjoy that. We met with Jack and confirmed that next Thursday night would be our last; he made a note to try to find someone to replace us, it seemed the restaurant and bar had had a very profitable spring. The girls cornered JB, pleading for us to attend the last game night before we left; it didn’t take long before he agreed. The previous week’s band was back, and set up early again; JB decided when we were done to stick around and play with them for a while. I hung around and listened until the girls were ready to go home; they were really at the same performance level as JB and I, they just had a bigger sound due to the additional people and instruments.

When the girls and I got to the cottage; they scattered to cleanup and ‘get comfortable’ they told me with a grin; it was suggested that maybe I should go get into my running shorts and tank-top? I did, then turned on the TV; the NBA Finals had been played earlier, the Celtics had won, easily. I left the TV on MA*SH was playing, with Mary Tyler Moore, Bob Newhart, and Carol Burnett to follow; I figured a night of light-hearted sit-coms couldn’t be bad.

Fortunately, it was a cooler night, they needed the robes; but I did get deliberately flashed a lot of leg and thigh before we all got settled. I was surprised when Sharon came downstairs wearing her heels from this morning; no complaint from me, they did show off her exquisite legs and ass. It’s still Sharon’s night; she slipped off the heels and claimed the couch with me again, this time Pam took the other end first; both with their calves on my laps, feet intertwined. Tonight, the foot massage quickly became more of a leg massage; Sharon just laid back and enjoyed hers, Pam obviously wanted more. I looked at Sharon and she just nodded her head; after spending the first 10 minutes on her feet and legs, I switched to Pam’s. Maybe I should have stuck around this morning and listened to the girls talk; Pam’s not wearing any panties, and she quickly spread her legs a little so I could get my hand on her. Another surprise; she’s saved down there, a small patch of hair just above her slit was all that remained. She was already wet and swollen; I toyed with her for 5 minutes, still caressing Sharon’s feet and legs; Pam played with her own breasts the entire time; she climaxed with a loud moan and grunt that embarrassed her for a moment; the other girls just waved it off. There seems to be a definite plan for tonight; Pam got up and Amy quickly took her place.