The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 02

... Room."

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When John got back with the carry-out, Al had changed out of her t-shirt and outrageously short shorts and had put on a pair of her nursing scrubs. Now that she didn't have to wear them every day, she found them comfortable and relaxing. And John thought she looked great in everything.

Al was happy and animated during dinner and afterwards. She was excited about going back to work part time for the camaraderie and the relatively easy money; at least, for a couple of hours she didn't torment John by painting images of middle-aged customers ogling her or copping feels.

By the time they had caught the evening news and retired to bed, it was just another weekday evening. Of course, John thought wryly, that meant a romp in the hay.

They had a robust sex life. Al's appetite was just as strong as his, and they rarely went 24 hours without making love at least once. Even on nights when she hadn't just given him three lap dances while pretending he was a stranger.

He was in bed reading, wearing only boxers, when Al came out of the bathroom, wearing a loose t-shirt and still brushing her teeth.

"Oo weh-ee fo' beh, fwyboy?" she said around the frothy toothbrush.

"Yes, I'm ready for bed," he laughed. "Finish up and get in here."

A moment later she was back, approaching the bed casually, stopping just before she got in, to bring her hands up under her t-shirt, hook her thumbs into her panties, and pull them down over her hips and drop them on the ...

... floor. Utterly casually, he noticed. What was the word?Insouciant. He was instantly hard.

Then she pulled the t-shirt over her head, and there she was, completely naked. The little swell of her belly. Her breasts, full and buoyant, her nipples barely stiffening in the centers of her half-dollar sized areola.

He couldn't help himself; couldn't resist revisiting their play from earlier. "Did you have a good rest of your shift at the club?"

She smirked. "I did."

"Good time in the VIP Room?"

She got into bed beside him. It looked to him like she was thinking about climbing aboard him, but instead, she lay down on her back, legs slightly parted and knees bent, as if inviting him to come do his worst.

"I did. He was very generous. But then, the older guys usually are."

"Oh yeah?" he pushed, getting up on his knees and moving between hers.

"Mm hmmm. They take their time and make it worth both our while."

John growled in his chest. She was making it hard for him to take his time.

He grabbed his cock and swept it up and down over her labia. She was wet already. Their play was arousing her as much as it was him.

"So. Do you want to do something like that?"

"Something like what?" she asked. "Stripping? Nah. But I have decided what I do want to do."

He nudged her lips apart with his fleshy glans. "Yeah? And what's that?"

"I want to cuck you."

He groaned and shoved himself up inside her, an exclamation point on her provocative little sentence, ...