Getting Back in the Dating Pool, 3 - Sex Stories

Getting Back in the Dating Pool, 3

... house.

Friday morning he pulled up to her place at 9 and knocked at the front door. It only took a moment before he heard the bolt being thrown and the door swung open. Star reached out and grabbed him, pulling him into the house and into a strong embrace as she swung the door shut. He barely started saying good morning before she hit him with a lip lock that took his breath away. Evidently he wasn’t the only one that had been teased all week. As she pulled him into the living room, he realized that the only thing she was wearing was a robe, and it slid off fairly quickly. She released her grip on his head and proceeded to fumble with his belt. He had to do it for her, the military style slide was evidently something she hadn’t dealt with before. By the time his pants started sliding down his legs, she was falling back on the couch and pulling him with her.

A bit of an awkward bounce, but they managed to avoid clonking their heads together. He got a really good idea of just how aroused she was as he slid into her without any friction. She had claimed his mouth again and was wrapping her legs around his waist. He didn’t hesitate to start stroking away, his own passion taking over. It was over in a few minutes, his ejaculation pushing her over the edge as the warmth spread into her.

After a moment of catching his breath, “Good morning to you, too!”

Star giggled, “It is a good morning! But now that is out of the way, I probably should get dressed so we can get on ...

... the road. There’s coffee in the kitchen. Here’s a towel to clean up with, be ready in a jiffy! Oh, and just so you don’t worry about it, I’m back on the pill now that there is a reason to be.” She bounced out of the room and up the stairs before the towel landed on his lap. Matt shuffled into the kitchen with his pants around his ankles and cleaned himself up at the sink. He had barely gotten his clothes properly arranged when he heard her coming down the stairs.

She grabbed a couple of travel mugs, filled them up and turned off the coffee pot. She seemed to have everything thought out. Turning toward him she ran some water into her hand and slicked back his hair where it had been messed up in their earlier bout of passion. That simple action brought a wave of emotion over him, one that he wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with yet. He had to bite his tongue to avoid saying something he might later regret.

“I’m ready! Let’s go!” Less than fifteen minutes after he had knocked she was locking the door behind them, overnight bag in hand. “So where are we going?” He had told her to be prepared to do some walking, both indoors and out.

“Well, you indicated you liked museums, so we are headed to an art show. Full disclosure, it is a bit of work that I agreed to do, filling in for a friend that had some last minute personal issues and had to back out.”

“And what am I doing while you work?”

“You will be right beside me providing another point of view, asking questions and ...