“I should be at the airport by six.”
“Six, huh? You didn’t check out of your hotel, did you?”
“Not yet. I wanted to be able to go back and change into more casual clothes before I had to leave.”
“So you’ll be naked at some point?” she asked.
“Maybe.”
“I’m going to call Tim and tell him I’ll be getting home a little late.”
In my room, it was very much like out first time. We undressed each other again, taking our time, making it last. When we were finally nude, we got in bed. Sarah lay on top of me, kissing me as I fondled her wonderful ass.
“How many times can you cum before you have to leave for the airport?” she asked.
“Baby, I’m not a young man. I don’t know. Twice if I’m lucky,” I answered.
She rolled off me, turned around, and positioned her wet sex over my face. Just before she took me in her mouth, she said, “I hope you’re feeling lucky.”
This time, when she knew she was about to cum, she pulled out of my reach. “Not yet. You’re not gonna make me cum yet. When that happens, I forget about what I was trying to do for you.” She knelt at my side and kissed me, hard, and passionately. “Don’t move.” She kissed all over my face, rubbing her one nipple against mine while teasing the underside my shaft with just the pad of her index finger.
“What are you doing?” I gasped.
“I never saw a man cum before last night. Now I want to see it in person, so just lie there and enjoy.”
She kept stroking me with the single finger, occasionally leaning over and licking up the pre-cum I was leaking.
I reached for her hip, hoping she would move so I could reach her. Instead, she moved away.
“Nope,” she said. “Not this time. This time, you’re gonna cum for me.”
The build-up was maddeningly slow. This wasn’t a hand-job. It was a finger-job, and a single finger at that. Over and over she stroked, the tiniest bit of her skin against mine. When she concentrated her feather-light touch on the patch of nerves just below my piss-slit, I leaked pre-cum, a dribble of it lubricating her finger. She would only interrupt her slow stroking to lick me – a quick spreading of my fluid.
I was shuddering by now. Hands had played with me many times (hands other than my own), but I had never felt anything quite like this. Leave it to meticulous Sarah to do this to me this way. “I’m gonna cum soon, baby,” I said.
“From this?” she smirked, her baby blue eyes sparkling as her finger continued it’s slow, deliberate rhythm, “or this?” She bent down and took a quick lick along the underside of my shaft, from the base to the head, circling the crown once before pulling back and resuming her stroking.
“Everything. You,” I moaned.
“Is it going to be a lot?” she teased, still tickling that little triangle of ecstasy.
“Yeah,” I groaned, as the first spurt arced into the air. Stream after stream rocketed out of me, volume and height like I hadn’t seen in decades. When I was done, I realized that Sarah was still stroking me with just that single, now messy, fingertip.
“Wow!” she laughed. “That was impressive!” She licked her finger. “I still can’t believe we’re doing this!”
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