I stood, walked the long way around the table to get a refill, then came back and sat down on his lap. “Like this?”
He nuzzled my ear and neck. “I used your razor,” he said.
“I can tell!” I reached over my shoulder and rubbed his smooth cheek. “As smooth as a lady's legs.”
“Your razor is pink.”
I giggled. “But it did the job.”
He kissed the back of my neck while rubbing my thighs and butt.
I shifted position, feeling the heat and strength of his rising manhood underneath me.
He slid up the hem of my robe, running his hands down between my legs.
His voice low and growling, he said into my ear, “No panties.”
“It's Saturday,” I said. “No need to rush getting dressed.”
“No need to rush anything, except ...”
He used one finger to part my lips and ran his fingertip up over my sensitive nub.
I gasped in pleasure and surprise. We hadn't even been kissing, and already I felt the swelling and the readiness in my pu**y. I reached down behind me and grabbed for him, through his trousers. He moaned into my ear again, then gently bit the back of my neck, under my damp hair, as he thrust against my hand.
We were seated near the bay window, with no curtains, and the room faced a tiny but somewhat private yard. The neighbors, if they were to venture outside, would see us, but perhaps not. There was a fence.
Trevor had both hands on my pu**y now, one scooped under from behind, and one angled around the front, drawing circles around my clit. I no longer cared about the neighbors or the height of fences.
I moaned and rocked back and forth, seeking to ease the pressure that was building up as rapidly as a steaming kettle.
He said, “You like that? No rush. We can take our time.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Just like that. Feels so good. Oh my god.”
“Don't come yet,” he said, chuckling. “You feel so good in my fingers. So slippery and I can't see it from here, but I know it's all hot pink down there, isn't it?”
I glanced down at his finger, stunned to see the thick digit, with its light coat of dark hair, working back and forth and up and down my soft, pink bits.
I leaned forward, putting my elbows on the table, so he could access me better from behind, with the fingers seeking to enter me. “More,” I said.
He added a finger and thrust in and out of me, steadily, unrelentingly.
“More,” I said. “I want your big c**k inside me.”
“Mm, dirty talk,” he said. “Hang on.”
He fumbled with the latch on his trousers, then got them open. I felt his dick, all hot and heavy, against my backside, under my loose robe.
“I'll give you something to talk dirty about,” he said.
I leaned forward some more, and he guided his manhood with his hand, rubbing the head up and down my pu**y, along my clean, freshly-showered ass, my vagina, and across my clit.
“You want this?” he said.
“Yeah.” I wiggled my ass and tried to move back, falling onto it, but he had his hands on my h*ps and wouldn't let me.
His voice was different now, even deeper, and his breathing was heavy. “Take that robe off, I want to see your back.”
I untied the robe and tossed it to the floor. I pushed back again, trying to get my aching pu**y down on that big, throbbing erection, to slide past the head and over the shaft, but he kept me pinned, wouldn't let me back yet.
Instead, he dipped in and out of me with the head, filling me, then taking it away.
My urgency built up some more, until I feared I might have to beg, and then I got annoyed and frustrated, but pleasantly so.
“I'm ready,” I said, giving him what I thought was a pretty strong hint.
“I know.”
In and out with the tip again. Then across my cl*t with the head. In and out once more.
I moaned in a mix of pleasure and frustration.
“C'mere,” he said, and he finally guided me down, inch by inch. Because he's so long and I'm not that tall, I wasn't sure how far we could go, or what would happen when we did, but I ended up sitting comfortably on his lap, his legs supporting mine. His long, thick, hard c**k was completely inside me, impaling me, but I didn't feel impaled at all.
I began to circle from the waist, riding him, feeling him slip around inside me.
“Damn,” he said, sending a thrill of pleasure through me, this one from my mind. They say the brain is the largest sex organ, and I believe it. Every time he said that word, and I knew how much he wanted me, it made me want him even more.
He tipped me up rather quickly, so he could slip his trousers all the way off. Now I was astride him, still with my back to him, with his muscular hairy legs between mine. I flexed my internal muscles and he grabbed onto my hips, rocking me back and forth on that hard, throbbing cock. Between my legs, I could see my pu**y lips, hot pink and eager, and then his sac, in its cloak of dark curls. I reached down and stroked his balls, which he seemed to appreciate.
“Damn!” he said. “I'm gonna come.”
I wasn't near orgasm, not in this position, so I did something I might have been shy about before, but not with Trevor. I let my fingers roam up from his sac to my clit, and I rubbed away, exactly the way I like it for maximum efficiency, and soon my orgasm was ready to explode.
I used one hand on myself and the other for his sac, both hands getting wet and slippery from our combined moisture.
Trevor leaned forward and grabbed me around the waist. He pressed his face into my neck from behind and pulsed into me, rapidly. I felt him explode inside me, drenching my inner walls. As he moaned with pleasure near my ear, I cl**axed, and my shuddering pu**y squeezed his c**k as the last of him spilled into me.
I melted into him, enjoying the warmth of him under me and his arms around me. We relaxed together, in the golden morning sun.
We didn't move or say anything for at least a minute, until finally, he spoke, saying, “Would you hand me my coffee?”
I giggled at this, which tightened my muscles and made his spent manhood tickle and ease out of me, which of course made him laugh, and only made the issue more noticeable.
Luckily, we had some napkins on the breakfast room table, so the next part wasn't too messy. A few minutes later, I was back in my robe and we were enjoying the rest of our coffee.
He declared that he was hungry and was going to toast up the bagels he'd scouted while making coffee. He insisted I stay where I was, relaxing, so I remained in the sunshine and watched him as he hunted through the kitchen for the bread knife, cutting board, butter, etc. He was such a big, tall man, and yet, he was also the cutest thing.