He fucked me with his fingers over his pants, made the fabric go into the pussy and was making me crazy. Although he was young he knew what he was doi...ng, he knew how to make a woman come. Between kisses and sighs I unscrewed the buttons on his jeans and pulled the cock out. I was not disappointed, it was very big and it was very hard. A few moments pressing my cunt against that stick and I picked up a condom that was in my bag next door. I still had my leggings on.Tear them apart.My lover there. If I'm having a good time, he's happy. There was of course the blindfold occasion I've already written about, where he was directive about the start of the session. Even that time, we'd talked about me having visitors and being blindfolded, so I had an idea of what might be happening. Another time, though, I hadn't a clue that anything was planned. Just an ordinary Friday night, k**s gone to bed, and I was still dressed in my work undies (white cotton, if you were asking) and jeans/tshirt. When. A steady stream of whimpers, squeals, and high-pitched grunts tumbled from her lips. Her hands slid forward, and her body followed. Her cheek was hot when it settled against his chest. On a whim, he tentatively wrapped his arms around her. Valerie let out a contented moan when he embraced her, though it transformed into a sharp gasp before it ended. His cock was still deep inside her, and her walls sporadically clenched around it as the orgasm that gripped her went on and on. Her voice was weak. ”I plucked out one of his chest hairs. “Oww! Don’t do that!”“Don’t be a smart aleck.”“Duly noted. Should we get cleaned up and go get some dinner?”“Guess we better, before the restaurants close.”So that’s what we did, showering together, playing, becoming aroused all over again before we got dressed, but no time to play any longer. As we were getting ready to walk out, he said, “Are you wearing panties under that dress?”I was in a light-weight and simple little dress of a brightly-colored.