Church ran late, but Tasha wouldn’t forego her bubble bath.

Her bathtub was not of spa quality, but Tasha conjured rose petals with the look and feel of her own labia. She refused to let a gentle tapping at the door, real or imagined, distract her from the job at hand, and before it was over the soothing water had its way with her.

An hour later, she was dried off and ready for bed. So sleepy! She pulled down the top sheet and dropped herself onto the mattress. It was only when she pulled the sheet over herself that she realized she’d left the light on. But she was so tired. Her eyes closed. In an instant she was asleep.

At first she thought it was a dream. A very sexy dream. The cotton sheet caressing her nipples as it slid slowly down. The knowing fingers easing into her ... Her eyes snapped open. A man! She had only the mildest urge to scream, but his hand covering her mouth took away that option. She could have bitten him, but his eyes were kind. And his hands, the one covering her mouth but also the one caressing her cunt, were also gentle. Her tongue slipped between his fingers.

“Sweetie,” he whispered. “Sweet, sweet Sweetie.”

His fingers continuing to work her cunt, two fingers making hypnotically slow circles, and his thumb pressed her clit, soft, slow strokes, and she could hear the slippery gurgle of her pussy juice as his fingers did their work, now pressing up and his thumb pressing down, and suddenly, quickly, irrevocably, she was coming, her body bucking upward, her cunt clenching, her breath a harsh inward gasp.

“Sweetie, sweet, sweet Sweetie,” he crooned, and his hand continued its work, coaxing her to another orgasm, and then another.

“There now, there now, there now,” he said, and his kind hands urged her to him. His hands drew her head to the cock, and her lips parted.

The cock pushed in.

“There now, there now, there now,” he said, and she sucked, a slow soft sucking, and the flavor of him was nice.

“Yes, sweetie,” he said, and he came, warm cream filling her mouth, more and more of it, and he held her head and kept coming, filling her mouth, flooding it, and the cum overflowed her mouth, and he kept coming, and she let the cum squelch out, and still he came, spurt after spurt, a dozen spurts, fifteen, and then there was no more cream, but the cock continued to pulse, softer pulses, and she nursed his cock.

She looked up at him, his cock still in her mouth, and her eyes said, “Are you going to fuck me now? I want you to fuck me now. I need you to fuck me now,” and he understood, but his answer was, “Tomorrow, Sweetie. Tomorrow I will fuck you.”

Tasha smiled and pointed to the clock. Two minutes to midnight.