Nonchalantly, he tossed the garment on the edge of the couch and kicked off his Italian loafers. He undid the snap at his waistband and slid the trousers down his well-formed legs. The hair on his tanned legs was bleached from constant workouts on the tennis courts. Kay watched him undress with more professional curiosity than sexual interest.
"Undress me."
Kay didn't want to, but the choice to do it was painfully simple, strip him, herself, and her dignity, or walk out. She rose and placed her hands on the top button of his shirt.
His body was not unattractive. He didn't seem sexually aroused, his shorts were not bulging. He bent and stripped off his sox. He reached for her bosom. She shuddered. He unbuttoned the top buttons. Her dress was simple but well fitting. She stepped out of it and automatically folded it and laid it over the edge of the couch next to his trousers. She'd been too well brought up not to take care of her clothes.
Her dress slithered down her firm legs. The soft bra she wore kept her tits high, giving Morris two reasons to notice her. She closed her eyes again as she rolled down her panty hose. She liked this strapping young man with his golden face and sensitive smile. She was ready to be fucked by this stud.
Morris reached out and guided her around. He unhooked her bra. She pulled it off her breasts and flung it on top of her dress. She was no longer embarrassed.
He folded Kay into his arms.
After a few tender kisses and rubbing his hands over her ass, Morris worked his shorts down his tanned legs. He was completely naked now, facing her. She glanced at his meat. It was limp but long. She imagined it would feel like Brad's cock.
When Morris came to her again he was determined to forget his natural nervousness.
He ran his arm around her and drew him close to him. His tongue worked around her hips. He could taste her lipstick. His breath felt good. His hand was in her hair and his mouth was undulating against hers. She was surprised to feel a surge of excitement. His tongue pressed her lips. Tentatively, she opened her mouth slightly. His tongue entered and touched her teeth. She sucked it into her mouth. He moved it around. He smelled good. She put her tongue under his and worked it gently back and forth. He moaned.
They lowered themselves to the couch. His hands went to her bare breast, his thumb sliding back and forth over her sizable nipple. When he wasn't kissing her, his nose was nuzzling through her entire body, and she was again surprised to feel a tingle in her cunt.
Morris pressed his body against her voluptuous curves. One breast rolled against his pectoral muscle. He moaned again. His gentle undulations had worked her back, and now she was reclining on the big divan with his arms around her and his free hand stroking the round smoothness of her breast. His lips descended to her aroused nipple. He kissed it repeatedly and sucked gently. He slid his body onto hers and placed his slightly hardened cock on the hairs of her pussy. He was moving his slender hips fore and aft, pressing against her leg.
Kay was responding to his subtle approach with movements of her own. Without realizing it, she was complementing his hip sway with a roll. She would press her pelvis toward him as he drew back. When he came forward again she pressed her hips into the divan. She could feel his organ gaining strength.
Morris had buried his face between her luscious breasts. One of his strong hands was on her neck, the other rubbing her smooth hips. His breathing was more excited. His body was warmer.
He moved his hand into the hairy patch at the bottom of her pudenda. His fingers slid down to her opening. One finger wandered into her trench. She was getting more excited. This wasn't at all bad.
Morris kissed her nipple again. She cradled his soft hair in her delicate fingers. She leaned down and kissed his forehead. He smiled at her and kissed her passionately on the mouth. His finger worked deeper into her and touched the tip of her clit. She could feel the hardness of his cock now.
Kay spread her legs and he slipped his body between them. She reached down and guided his shaft to her pussy, rubbing the head of it back and forth and up and down against her hairs and her tender lips. He shifted his position and tentatively pushed his organ to her. Her knees came up. He bent his head down on the cushion beside her and arched his back. Both of his hands gripped her on the side of the hips and he docked his cock in her sweet harbor.
It entered only slightly at first. When he felt it was right, he slid slowly farther in. Jesus! Where did this guy learn to fuck? Kay couldn't believe how good it felt! It was dynamite.
Very slowly he began to pump. Kay placed both hands on his slightly hairy hips, rocking his body against hers. He pressed farther into her. How long could it be? He was hung!
His fucking grew faster. He breathed harder. This time it was Kay who let out the moans. Morris fucked eagerly now. Kay cooperated joyfully. Their tongues were in each other's mouth. The divan was bouncing up and down on the parquet. The band of white flesh across Morris' ass went rapidly up and down as he flexed his muscles to drive his prick into the eager girl below him. Her fingers were twining in the hair fringing his head. They were a perfect match.
Morris' swollen cock was pressing against her clit with each forward stroke. The strokes were coming faster and faster. Kay couldn't believe it, but she heard herself saying, "Fuck me, fuck me!"
Morris' body sprang unconsciously to her command. He doubled his intensity and flung his body at her. She clutched him eagerly with her knees. His hands held her by the shoulders and when his cock was sunk in her to the hilt, he pulled her body down with powerful palms. This added pressure on her clit with each thrust brought her breath out of her with a muffled "Oh!"
The "Oh's" were racing after one another, faster and faster. They were so impassioned they didn't hear the outer office door open and Dr. Kempler come in. He opened the door to the room expecting to find Kay waiting for him and saw two young healthy people fucking on his couch. His mouth opened in total surprise but something else opened as well; his own cock began to bulge his trousers.
Dr. Kempler watched with eyes that glistened with intense interest. He stripped off his coat and flung it on the floor. Hurriedly, he undid his fly and let his pants fall. One leg was pulled inside out in his eagerness to get out of them. His tie was already flying through the air and his shirt was coming undone so quickly a button popped off. His belly was slightly large but not unattractive even though his shorts were draped under it. They came off in a swipe.
His cock was stubby and hot. He quickly sank to his knees for a closer view of the action. Barn! Barn! Barn! Morris' thick cock was pounding the living shit out of the cunt on the couch. The doctor's hand encircled his organ and he rapidly jacked himself off. Morris and Kay were so engrossed in their passionate copulation they were unaware he was there.
Morris' balls were tightening up, and he knew he'd come any minute. Kay knew it, too, and started moving her hips in a circular motion to increase the delightful friction. Her clit was being rubbed from side to side. His hands were rubbing up and down her arms and her knees bounced in the air.
Morris indicated the high point of his passion with a low guttural growl which grew in intensity and pitch as he pushed his cock deep into her soft flesh and held it there. His body began to shake involuntarily as the cum sped through his cock and flooded her inflamed pussy. His hands were making marks on her upper arms, but he was unaware of it. Kay clenched the muscles of her cunt and pushed her hips against his body to get the full thrill of his rock-hard cock's climax.
Morris relaxed. His body went limp. Kay was still shuddering from the excitement of his coming. Her own body oozed its juices and they freely mixed with his. Each of them had beads of perspiration across the forehead.
"Move over, get off."