I look at her, wondering what she's talking about, when she shows me.
She stands up and tells me "Edith and I talked about it while I was checking her just now, and we decided that BOTH of us want to show you just how much we appreciate what you did. She still needs some time to get herself together, so I'm going first; but she'll be showing you her gratitude, too."
With that, she grabs the bottom of the baggy sweatshirt she's wearing and pulls it up and over her head before she drops it at the end of the couch – showing me that she isn't wearing anything under it. Like I said, Edith is a looker – but Denise isn't too far behind her in the looks department. Short blonde hair, kind of curly. Beautiful green eyes, pretty face with a wide mouth. She kinda looks like an older and slightly bigger Meg Ryan in "Top Gun". The tits she's showing me aren't real big – like the size of a softball, maybe – but real nice: they sag just enough to tell me that they're all hers, they're kind of pear-shaped, and she's got these dark pink, puffy nipples I'd love to get my mouth on. She reaches for the waist of the sweatpants she's wearing, and the next thing I know, they're laying on top of the sweatshirt. She just stands there, letting me look at her. Hell, she's inviting me to look, and I do. I can see that she does a lot of walking around as a nurse: her legs are trim and strong. They're a little thick, but they look right for her.
It's pretty obvious she's healthy, too: there doesn't look to be an extra five pounds anywhere on her – her belly is smooth, with that little paunch women have from having all their works on the inside. She's got a nice waist that just kind of flows into her hips. Between her legs, her bush is just a couple shades darker than what's on her head, and it's pretty obvious that she keeps it trimmed into a strip that's only as wide as the mound of her pussy, and goes up only about a third of the way to her belly button.
When I look up at her face again, she must be able to see that I like what she's showing me: she gets this Mona Lisa kind of smile on her face and comes over to where I'm sitting in the chair. She leans over and puts her hands on the arm of the chair to support herself as she leans in for a kiss. Her lips are warm and soft, and I gotta admit it was Real nice kissing her. I was trying to be polite and everything by not just grabbing her tits like I wanted to; she lets me know it's okay by taking one of my hands in hers and putting it on her boob. That's all it takes for me, and I get the other hand filled up on my own. She isn't some teenybopper, so her tits are softer – but they're still damn nice: warm and smooth, and still firm enough that squeezing them doesn't feel like I'm grabbing a plastic bag full of water; they feel like they're full of Jello, instead. As I start playing with her tits, I can feel the ends of her breasts puckering up as her nipples start getting longer.
The way we're kissing, I'm definitely getting the idea that she wants to be more than just friends, so I finally turn loose of her boobs and start trying to find out what else she'll let me play with.
The way it turns out, there isn't anything on her that's off limits. She's got a really nice ass; it's hard as a rock from all the standing and walking she does, but it's covered with a thin layer of sponge rubber that's warm and soft to my touch. Her bush is thick and soft, and when I ease my hands between her legs, she takes a little step to one side to make it easier for me to find out that she's got these small, thick pussy lips, and that she's already wet inside. I trace my way back up and find her clit. It's bigger than most, and when I touch it, she moans into my mouth – where her tongue is.
I play with her clit a little bit, kind of twirling my finger around it until I can smell how wet she must be getting. I slide my finger back down, and discover that it's like a lake or something inside her, she's so wet. Still, I'm real patient and I go nice and slow when I start slipping a finger into her – and surprised as hell when I realize how small she is on the inside. She isn't a virgin, but she sure as hell isn't getting laid regular, either. I don't think there's any such thing as 'bad' pussy; but if this goes where I'm thinking it's going, then she is going to be really nice!
By this time, I feel like I've got a steel bar in my pants, and things are getting crowded and pretty uncomfortable. She pulls her head back to get my tongue out of her mouth, and I can see that she's as worked up as I am. She kneels down and gets my shoes and socks off before she reaches for my belt. When that's undone, she takes her time getting my pants unfastened and unzipped – she seems to be having fun running her fingers along my dick through my pants and shorts. Still, she finally grabs the waistband of my pants and starts pulling them down while I lift up a little to make it easier. Next to go are my shorts, which leaves my dick waving in the air. But not for long, since she wraps her hand around the bottom of it and her lips around the top. She bobs her head up and down a few times while she's using her tongue to rub along the bottom of it; it's like she's just making sure I'm hard all the way. If she'd asked, I'd have told her – but I'm glad she didn't!
Once she gets me slicked up with her saliva, she pulls her head off me and stands up – just long enough to climb into the chair straddling me, take hold of my dick, and sit down on it. She's just as small inside as I figured, but she's also just as wet; I can feel my dick stretching her as she gets her two-sizes-too-small pussy wrapped around me in a single long, slow push that ends only when her ass is resting against the tops of my thighs. That gives me the chance to start sucking on those puffy nipples of hers – which she seems to appreciate, because she releases this deep groan and puts her hands in my hair to hold me there (like I was going anywhere!).
By the time I get both of her nipples as long and hard as I can get them, she's started moving on me. Just a little at first, like she's getting used to having me in her. But once she gets going, it isn't long before she's bouncing up and down my pole as far and fast as she can manage.
It feels good, having her moving on me like that – too good, even. I put my hands on her hips and try to slow her down so I can enjoy it longer, but she tells me "Don't worry about cumming. We've got all night, and I just want to take the edge off for you!"
All night? With her and, if I heard right, Edith? Count me in!
In just a couple of minutes, she's so wet that every time she settles back down on my cock, it makes a squishing noise that just adds to the sight and smell of her to make me even harder and get me even closer to blowing my load in her.
When I'm almost ready to cum, I tell her, and she just says "Yes! Do it!"
A couple more bounces, and that's it – I grab her hips and hold her steady as I push my cock as far inside her as I can before I feel the first wad of my cum try to coat her tonsils. She must feel it, too, because all of a sudden, she gets even tighter around me as she literally screams with the start of an orgasm.
I can feel her pussy clenching around my cock like one of those finger trap toys – except that her trap isn't wrapped around my finger, and it's a whole lot hotter and wetter.
I finish pumping what felt like gallons of cum into her, but she isn't done with her orgasm yet: under my hands, I can feel her body still going through occasional spasms as her vagina continues squeezing me. Normally, something like that would work to help keep me hard; but she's so tight inside that she's actually forcing the blood out of my dick, making me soften and shrink even faster. If she hadn't told me we had all night, I'd have felt pretty disappointed. On the other hand, I got that much more time to suck on her boobs (and make her climax last longer), so it worked out okay.