Avery - Sex Stories

Avery

... day here and the only rule is: no clothes. What do you think?” I said, “I think you are a genius.” Avery said, “Good! First, I’m going to make breakfast; I’m starving! Are you?” I said, “I could eat…” Food hadn’t actually entered my mind until she mentioned it. My thoughts were obviously on ‘other things’. I turned off the shower and we got out to dry off. Once dry, Avery went to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. I watched her cute ass cheeks sway as she walked; I knew I’d never tire of seeing that site. It didn’t take her long to realize that I was a ‘typical bachelor’ with a limited amount of groceries. The full story, of course, was that I intentionally stocked the shelves and fridge with a minimal amount of supplies. She found some instant pancake mix and some fresh berries and made us pancakes. I wanted to help, but she insisted that I sit at the table; she wanted to do it all. So, I sat at the kitchen table and watched the most beautiful girl in the world cooking breakfast without a stitch of clothing on her. She was incredibly graceful, too. I watched her every move as if she were performing a ballet. Every once in a while she would glance over at me and give me a little teasing smile before returning to her task. Before long, she was serving us our first home-cooked meal together. She set my plate down first and I waited until she was seated with her plate before I even picked up a utensil. The pancakes were delicious, even though they were instant, but I ...

... suspect the evaluation had more to do with who cooked them and how she was (not) dressed as opposed to the actual, unbiased quality of the pancakes. We sat at the table for at least an hour after finishing our breakfast—just talking and learning more and more about each other. I saw her shudder slightly and I asked if she was cold. “Maybe a little,” she said. “Well, unless we cancel ‘naked day’, we have two options: 1) I can turn up the thermostat or 2) we can make our own heat,” I said, diverting my eyes towards the bedroom with a sly grin. She said with a sly grin of her own, “I can’t see wasting electricity like that… and I’m not canceling naked day so…” I took her hand and we went back to bed. We made Love again and it was just as amazing as the first time. With Avery, sex was brought to an entirely new level: it wasn’t just the physical act as I had known it for my adult life—now there was a strong emotional aspect that heightened all senses. Our Love making was slow and passionate; it was spiritual and beautiful. I wasn’t even worried in the least if she was being less than honest about being on birth control or that she was going to have her cycle in a few days. The way I saw it, if she ended up pregnant, then that was fine with me because I knew that I wanted her in my life. I already knew I was going to ask her to marry me. We took breaks in between making Love to do ‘other things’ (eat, use the bathroom, get a drink, etc…) but we would go right back to bed; sometimes ...