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A first weekend with Sara

... and she ground her pussy against my mouth as she came. I kept sucking and licking and she held herself in place as her next orgasm followed, and the next. I felt her tremble as her pussy took over. She moaned deeply as she twitched. Her juices flooded my mouth over and over again. She became overly sensitive after what seemed like a few minutes, it could have been longer and lifted herself away from my mouth.

“Here’s your coat.” I heard Sara say. She was next to us.

Rachel stood and I could hear her putting on her coat.

Sara took my hand and pulled me upwards. I got a little unsteadily to my feet. I felt her hands behind my head and the blindfold was released. I had to blink a few times to regain clear vision. Sara was wearing my robe and Rachel was standing there in her coat and heels. Both were smiling. Rachel’s hair was a bit of a mess but I thought it best to say nothing.

I looked down and was surprised to see that I was still semi-hard.

“It’s time for Rachel to leave us now.” Said Sara. She walked over to Rachel and gave her a hug and a kiss. Rachel then came over to me. She took hold of my cock in one hand and pulled me close to her with the other. She kissed me on the lips and smiled. Saying nothing, she left.

I felt drained. Sara smiled at me.

“How was that then?” she asked.

“You did really well,” I replied. I was aware that her confidence was high and I didn’t want to say anything that might bring her down. “I feel completely drained. I think ...

... that was your intention?”

She smiled again. “Yes, it was. I want to find more ways to do that, but I thought this would be a good start.”

I realised that I was feeling hungry and looked at the clock. It was nearly a quarter to eight. I wasn’t surprised that eight hours like that had exhausted me.

“I need to eat,” I said.

“Me too,” said Sara. “Sit yourself down and relax. I’ll rustle something up.” She vanished into the kitchen.

Her version of rustling something up turned out to be ham sandwiches, salad, crisps, and drinks. It was almost a feast after the trial I had endured that day. We sat and ate together quietly. The conversation was light-hearted and relaxing.

I was aware that Sara seemed to be watching the clock.

“Do you need to get home?” I asked.

“I probably should.” She replied. I could see disappointment in her face. “John is back tomorrow and I need to make our flat presentable. If I stay here any longer I’m only delaying the inevitable.”

I could see that this was troubling here but there was little that I could do to help.

“Look, if you need to talk call me any time. If you need to escape you know where I am.” I said.

She smiled. “Thank you. I’m sure it’ll be fine. I do appreciate your friendship.”

Sara stood up and took the tray of plates back into the kitchen. She returned naked and handed me my bathrobe. Then she headed off to the bedroom to get dressed.

I pottered in the living room, picking up ropes and generally making ...