She reached back between her legs, fingers running along her pussy lips, gathering up the cum. She shuddered slightly, her fingers brushing her sensitive clit as she collected the semen leaking out of her.
She rose up into a kneeling position and almost in a trance, began rubbing my cum over her tits, one hand between her legs gently touching her clit.
She knelt there for a moment, trembling as she fingered herself, her dark nipples hard and her tits glistening with cum.
After a few moments she began to come out of this pleasure induced state, and seemed to notice me again after a few minutes of solo bliss.
She moved to the end of the couch, lit a cigarette and curled up there with her whiskey, smoking silently.
As I watched, I noticed shivers running through her body every now and then.
Small aftershocks, tiny spasms of pleasure as she sat wreathed in smoke, drawing on her cigarette.
From the other side of the couch I sipped my drink as well, wondering where we went from here.
“I’m going to bed.” She said finally as she rose from the couch, putting the mens shirt back on over her tan, freckled shoulders.
“Where do I sleep?” I asked.
She paused for a beat.
“In here, with me”.
I woke in the morning and the bed was empty.
I hurriedly dressed and went out into the kitchen, where Cindy was standing in a robe pouring a shot of Jack Daniels into a coffee cup.
“Good morning,” she said. “Hungry?”
I took a seat at the table and lit a cigarette.
“Yeah, sure”.
I sat there in silence as she dropped a couple of eggs into a pan and made some toast.
We ate quietly, sipping coffee.
“Last night was great.” I said, breaking the silence.
“Last night didn’t happen.” she said flatly. “I was drunk, it was a mistake. Just forget it.”
That’s going to be really hard to do.” I said.
Silence.
I finished eating and grabbed my bag.
“Well, I guess I better get on the road.” I said, heading for the door.
Cindy followed and rested her hand on the door before I could open it. She looked as if she was going to speak.
“Hey, it’s OK.” I said, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her in tight.
Her arms encircled my neck, and she pressed herself close to me. I held her like that for a moment then softly kissed her slender neck. I felt her relax in my embrace and I kissed her neck again.
I pulled back and kissed her on the lips, her tongue slipping into my mouth.
We passionately kissed there by the door for maybe four minutes.
Her hand went to the bulge in my jeans, rubbing my cock though the denim. I slipped a hand under her robe and cupped a breast.
I began leading her to the couch.
“Wait…” she said suddenly, and took my hand.
“This way.” she said softly as she led me back to the bedroom.
She paused at the side of the bed. I came up behind her, opened her robe, put my large hands on her hips and began nuzzling her neck.
She took my hands and moved them up to her breasts.
I cupped them as I continued to gently kiss her neck and ear.
She turned to face me and we began to kiss deeply, her arms around my neck. I slowly moved her down onto the bed, sheets still rumpled from last night.