Ordinary

We’d spent the day clearing out the attic. Throwing out all our old crap to make room for newer crap. It was hard, dirty work. By the end of the day we were tired, grimy with dust and covered in cobwebs. No Sunday roast on this occasion, we just ordered in pizza, then Heather took herself upstairs for a long hot bath. I told her to keep the water in so I could also clean up before bed. She chose to stay and watch..

Then we lay there, on top of the bed, glowing and warm, her skin fragrant from the bath oils and soft to the touch. We held, we kissed, and then suddenly we were struggling in each others arms, each battling for posession of the other’s mouth, lips nipping and pulling at lips, tongues pushing and twisting for supremacy and the right to invade the other’s space.

Breathless, we pulled apart again. At my request Heather positioned herself across the bed halfway down, lying on her front. Her tongue gently teased the tip of my cock and then her lips closed tenderly around it while one hand massaged my balls and the other latched onto one of my nipples and pinched it hard, pulling and twisting. She carried on lavishing attention on my cock by licking long and langorously up and down its length, stopping midway every so often to take the shaft between her lips like a dog with a bone. She knows just what I like.

In the meantime I could do very little except lie flat on my back and moan my appreciation, the only part of her that I could reach being one shoulder. Eventually, however, she got up on all fours the better to move her head up and down over me, and I was able to thrust a hand up between her legs and into her soft damp haven.

I could easily have carried on like this for hours, but it was getting late and we had to be up early in the morning. Heather grew suddenly impatient. She sprang up, wheeled round and went down on all fours again, facing away from me, thrusting her bum in my face.

”Fuck me now” She demanded. ”Just bang me a good and hard”.

So I knelt up between her splayed knees, cast one momentary, longing, glance at her tight little arsehole, spat on my cock to wet it and drove it into her soaking, expectant cunt. A few hard, bone-jarring jolts, then a frantic rutting at frightening speed, back to the slow deliberate pounding, then back to the frenzied fucking. We were both well-primed and neither of us lasted long. Heather reached back between her legs and was certainly stroking my balls; whether she was pleasuring herself as well, I don’t know. But I do hope so. We certainly both peaked at the same time, she gasping as I pumped my load into her and doggedly kept going in an attempt to prolong her pleasure as much as possible.

I didn’t want to pull out. I didn’t ever want to pull out. I wanted to be a part of her forever. I sank back onto my heels and pulled her with me, still joined.

"If we'd have had more time, I'd have fucked you in the arse tonight" I whispered.

"Mmmmmm" she purred, and nodded.

I pulled her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her and covering her soft shoulders with kisses, still not wanting to let her go. But eventually, inevitably, I clumsily reached for a tissue and we separated. Heather stumbled to the bathroom to clean up and, as so often happens, I have no recollection of her coming back.

Just an ordinary day and an ordinary night, just like countless others, so it would seem.

But she has the gift of making the ordinary very special. Every time.