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Sunday Morning Coffee
By Anonymous Author 1991

***

A pleasant morning after, at sunrise. (MF, rom) 

***

I threw a small party for a dozen or so of my friends 
Friday night. Sort of a kickoff for the July 4 weekend. 
John came up from the City, on his way to the Sierras 
for a weekend's backpacking. Something his wife never 
really liked. I think she went home to mother, or some 
such. 

Anyhow, the party went late, and when it was breaking 
up, John asked if he could stay on the sleeper in the 
living room rather than try to drive on at night to a 
dark campground. 

Of course I said sure.

John and I made up the sleeper and then I went to take 
a shower. When I came out in my robe, he was in the bed 
reading. I said goodnight and headed for my bedroom 
when he made some funny comment about what he'd just 
read.

I laughed too, and went over to read the passage he'd 
commented on. When he showed me the article, I 
recognized it and we started talking about it. I was 
soon sitting on the side of his bed participating in an 
animated discussion.

As we talked I realized what a real cutie he really was 
-- all that dark hair, those strong shoulders (all I 
could see of his body), and those great teeth that 
showed when he smiled.

I got to thinking what a great find his wife had. Then, 
somehow, he made some gesture and his hand ended up on 
my thigh -- and I really don't know how to explain this 
but my hand suddenly went there on top of his.

He looked up at me with a funny look on his face and 
gave my thigh a gentle squeeze and he tried to pull his 
hand away. But I held it there.

He smiled and said, "Ann, I can't. Really."

You know, The Speech. I just murmured and bent down and 
kissed him. And of course the robe fell open and of 
course his hand went inside it and about halfway 
through the kiss I knew we we==re in trouble. We sort 
of stayed that way for a while and then I moved my legs 
up onto the bed. His hand went from my side to my back, 
and his other hand went to my butt, stroking it gently. 

I pulled the covers from under me and ran my hand down 
his chest and across his stomach. He was so strong, 
too! I nibbled on his ear and he just moaned. Well, 
this was fun and all that, but he was right, he WAS (I 
mean, "is") married, after all. 

His hand was now on my breast and I was going to have 
to decide something, soon. I made a decision, sat up, 
and then swung my leg over to straddle him. He looked 
disappointed as I sat up, and then delighted as I moved 
my leg across his body. He was on his back and I was 
sitting across his thighs. Now he could put both hands 
on my breasts. He was so strong, and yet so gentle! His 
hands just sort of came up my rib cage and stroked my 
breasts from underneath to the nipple. I found I could 
sort of sag into his palms. 

I grabbed his cock and began to stroke it, and then 
every once in a while, needing a little oral contact, I 
bent down and kissed him or let him suck my tits. I was 
warm all over and every part of him I touched was warm, 
too. Then his hand went around and began to play with 
my butt again. I lifted myself up and moved up until I 
was directly above his cock. I was really wet by now 
and could feel my cum running out. I set my pussy on 
his balls and just stroked it up his shaft. Up, lift, 
back, down, again and again. His cock was really 
getting wet! 

He just moaned, and then moved his hand to grab both my 
cheeks. He tried to move me just that bit farther up to 
where he could slide in, and I really wanted to, but I 
knew things would be different tomorrow and next week. 

"No," I said, "but wait." 

He was getting even longer and really throbbing! His 
hand began alternating from my breasts to my butt. His 
legs went up and then down, and I could feel his pelvis 
thrusting in time to my stroking. His eyes were 
squeezed shut and that great smile of his was all 
across his face! I could feel myself throbbing, too. I 
was working up a sweat (I almost laughed out loud when 
I realized I'd now need ANOTHER shower!) but he felt so 
good beneath me I couldn't stop. 

My clit was bumping the top of his cock every time I 
slid up there and I was just about out of control 
until--THERE!--and there again!--and again!--I was 
coming and the contractions just wouldn't stop. I 
collapsed onto him, with my legs wrapped around his 
thighs and my feet tucked between his calves, my 
breasts crushed against his chest, and his hands 
stroking my butt and my back. 

I really don't think he came, but he was looking really 
good! Besides, it was too wet down there to really tell 
in the half light. I would have loved to stay all 
night. But, like I said, he was married and it just 
wouldn't do to have SLEPT with him. 

After a few moments I tore myself away and staggered 
back to my bed, firmly and quietly shutting the door 
behind me (no ideas, John!). I was asleep almost before 
I was in my own bed (cold sheets!). When I awoke, it 
was late Sunday morning and John was gone. He'd 
stripped the bed and left a pile of musky smelling 
sheets. I'm sure he had to hike a few extra miles to 
get me out of his system!

***

I don't know about for all of you down in the chilly 
Bay Area, but up here the weather was really nice 
Saturday. So nice, in fact, that it encouraged me to 
engage in another of my exploits. Not that I planned 
it, of course. I packed a lunch and headed for the 
river, the afternoon being just too hot, even for mint 
juleps in the back yard. 

There was some barbecued chicken and a couple of 
Calistoga's in the fridge, so I threw them into the 
cooler with some ice, pulled on a swimsuit and covered 
it with some other clothes, grabbed a towel and a book, 
and left. I have this favorite unnamed spot by the 
river, sandy but not too populated. You have to know 
the river roads to find it and I guess that even though 
it's a pretty good beach not too many people know about 
it. That's an advantage of being a local. 

When I parked I knew by the absence of other cars that 
there were very few other people there, and when I 
walked onto the beach I found one couple near the trail 
back to the cars, another couple far down the beach, 
and this one guy about halfway down. I'm not terribly 
shy, and decided to have a bit of fun.

He saw me coming and I saw him looking me over. I'm not 
Fawn Hall, but I get my share of admiring looks; this 
was apparently one of them. As I walked towards the guy 
I could see he was worthy of some admiring looks 
himself: he was young (maybe 23 -- I never did find 
out), trim, nicely groomed and not too hairy. He also 
wasn't pasty white--you know, the way some guys get who 
spend too much time at a VDT. So I just set my things 
down sort of near him, but not right next to him, just 
to see how he'd react. 

I stood with my back to him as I pulled off my shirt, 
being sure to stretch my back as I did so. I also made 
sure that as I spread the towel out I was facing him, 
so that when I bent down he could see my tits (not the 
swimsuit doesn't gap THAT much, but he had a nice view 
of what little there is!). 

I pretended to accidentally pull down my swimsuit 
bottom a bit as I pulled off my shorts. Then I laid 
down and reached for the sunscreen. The sunscreen makes 
me glisten, though I was already beginning to do so 
just from the sun's heat. I spread it all over, being 
sure to let him see how I tucked it under my top and 
massaged my inner thighs. I lifted first one leg and 
then the other (a little Jane Fonda workout, here!) as 
I did the backs of the calves.

Just as I was finishing my front, my audience got up 
from his chair and walked over--a bit stiffly, as he 
was trying to hide a nice erection. His buns hardly 
wiggled as he walked--a real nice ass. He offered to 
put the oil on my back (men are SO predictable!). 

Well, I thought I'd let that one linger a bit as I 
opened a Calistoga and gave it a nice suck, and then 
found out his name was Bill, that he had gone to the 
same JC as I, and that he was indeed a few years 
younger than me. I handed him the oil and flipped over 
onto my stomach. I reached behind and undid the knot at 
my back and asked him to go ahead. 

Bill had done this before -- he warmed the oil in his 
hands, and started rubbing it in smoothly at first, 
then later kneading the muscles. I always appreciate 
experienced men! He stared at the center of my back, 
worked his way up to my shoulders, and then came down 
my sides. I let him feel a bit of my breasts, but just 
the sides. 

He worked down to the waistline and then started on my 
thighs. He was giving me nice, long, slippery strokes, 
as he worked his hand up to my butt. He paid a lot of 
attention there, sliding his hand beneath the suit more 
than once and more than a little distance. He was 
enjoying this as much as I, though it WAS getting to be 
a bit more than I'd first planned. 

We had been talking but soon that degenerated into a 
series of murmurs as I just relaxed in the warm sun 
massaged by warm, knowing hands with warm oil. I would 
have fallen asleep except that my butt is a very 
sensual place and I think Bill was beginning to 
discover that.  

Eventually, I reached for my waistband and simply 
lifted my butt enough to push the bottom of my suit 
down a bit; he pulled it the rest of the way off and 
finished massaging and oiling all of my bottom. After 
awhile he sat across the top of my things and began to 
work my back again, but this time very clearly he was 
reaching around to my front to my nipples.  Then he 
simply lay down on my back and I could feel his very 
hard cock nestled into my crack; it felt fine! I opened 
my eyes and the other couples were not watching us at 
all. I had Bill push up for a moment and I rolled over 
to take him into my arms. 

He kissed me gently and I used my lips to nibble his. 
My legs were together but his cock felt just fine, 
resting just above my clit, very clearly a situation we 
both wanted to do something about. My shirt comes to 
just below my butt, so I had him reach for it and we 
took a walk over to a nearby grove of willows. You can 
imagine the rest. 

After we were through, it was getting to be late 
afternoon and I let him go--I don't think he ever 
learned my name, and I don't know his last name. But 
that beach'll never be the same, and the willows are 
now named the "Mr. Bill Memorial Grove" -- at least by 
me.

***

When I was first stirring it was the crack of dawn. 
Beside me, the bed was empty, warm but empty. I rolled 
over, sleepily still, in search of the wonderful man 
who had brought me here last night, and he was gone. I 
discovered as I came to that hugging the pillow instead 
simply wasn't solace enough, and I opened my eyes to 
look for him. The room was just beginning to warm -- 
there was a soft breeze coming through the windows and 
the lace curtains sighed gently. 

Going to be another hot day, I thought, but where's 
Larry? I listened, and there wasn't a sound. Just the 
warmth and the musk scent of the sheets. This wouldn't 
do! I'm not even sure where this apartment is, I've no 
car, here it is 6:00 or some ungodly hour Sunday 
morning, and I'm alone in a strange bed. Well, not 
totally strange... the champagne bottle in the bucket 
looked familiar... 

Then I heard a rasp from just outside the window, on 
the porch, and saw the shadows change. Larry? or a cat? 
I reluctantly abandoned the warmth of the covers and 
fumbled for a robe I remembered being somewhere in the 
bedroom. A very light, full length cotton number, but 
enough so that at least I could step outside and be 
seen as decent. Wanton, perhaps, but decently dressed. 

There was Larry, dressed in a pair of boxers only.  
Gorgeous, muscular legs came out the bottom, and this 
very well-built chest was above. On top, an aquiline 
face was squinting at the sunrise. I stepped behind and 
rested my chin on his shoulder. 

"Watcha thinking, Larry?" 

"Dunno, just seemed the thing to do right now." 

"Wanna come back to bed with me? Are you waiting for 
anything?"

"Naw, just maybe the sunrise." 

"Can I wait with you?" 

"Sure, let's sit on the sofa." 

With that, we sort of fell onto an old, white wicker 
loveseat he had on the porch. I curled up, head on his 
lap, and began to drift off to sleep again. His hand 
went to my waist and I waited for the sun to warm us. 
The sun was a long time coming, and I curled up even 
tighter. His hand went to my butt and sort of snuggled 
me into a comfortable position; I relaxed and was back 
asleep, very secure. In a few minutes, though, he was 
moving again. 

"Coffee?" 

"Uh, sure, so early?" 

"Can't watch the sun rise without coffee!" 

He was gone in an instant to the kitchen and I heard 
the pots rattling. It wasn't yet really warm, so when 
he came back I must've jumped right onto him. I was 
sitting across his legs, cupping the coffee cup and 
lazing against his shoulder with my legs pulled up 
close. 

"Larry, wanna screw?" 

"Yeah, maybe, but let me wake up first." 

"Larry, it's better when you're waking up. Haven't you 
ever awakened already linked to someone?" 

He shrugged, but I noted that the boxers had a new 
bulge in them. I put my hand there and confirmed that 
it wasn't just he fold of the fabric. 

"Larry, it feels to me like you're ready now." I was 
whispering, but don't know why. No one on the block was 
stirring. We had the world to ourselves. His fly was 
gaping, so I slipped my hand inside;

Larry put his cup down and then took mine away from me. 

"Here?" he said.

"Sure," I purred. 

He took his hand from my waist and moved it to my 
breast, but outside the robe. My other hand was pinned 
against his chest, so I had to release his manhood to 
move his hand inside the robe. He was beginning to get 
the idea! I felt a warm, coarse hand gently massage my 
left boob, then brush the nipple, then cup me like the 
balmy Sunday morning this was. He wasn't rushing 
things, and neither was I. I looked up from my chest 
and saw him smiling at me. 

I leaned over and gave him the first kiss of the 
morning. Gentle, not even probing, just a kiss. He 
returned it the same way. "Larry?" 

"Mmmm?" 

"The champagne would have been better than the 
coffee..."

"OK, I'll remember. You didn't get too wired yet, did 
you?"

"Lemme show you. Come here." 

A gentle squeeze and I had his full attention, his mind 
and his heart following, as the expression goes. In 
fact, all I ever really wanted was a thousand percent 
of his attention. I really get jealous Sunday mornings. 
Jealous of the rest of the day, jealous of the 
telephone, jealous even of the sunrise. Mornings are 
meant for me and a friend, with no interruptions. I 
think he was beginning to understand, but I had to 
know. 

"Why'd you get up so early?" 

"I'm not used to someone who sleeps like you... it felt 
too good... has anyone ever told you how easy it is to 
share a bed with you? And I don't mean just sexually -- 
just that you snuggle right in and at the same time 
don't push. I'm not used to that, and I guess I'm 
afraid of losing it."

"Larry, I'm here now. Tomorrow is tomorrow; even this 
afternoon is later.  Right now, I'm here. I want you to 
be, too." 

He was caressing my nipple, now, and I was squeezing 
him every once in a while, just to remind him how very 
"there" I was. Last night, he had really moaned when I 
tongued his ears. I tried again, a bit of a stretch for 
my neck from where I was sitting, but he just leaned 
right into me as I licked; I got the same reaction. 

Gee, was Larry's middle name Pavlov? 

I stretched my legs out onto the sofa, and let the robe 
gap. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw 
was my legs, and he abandoned my breast to touch them. 
Here, too, he was gentle, just stroking them at first, 
then slowly parting them as he moved up the inside from 
my calves. I just watched his eyes, as they darted from 
my face to his hand and back again. He kissed me again, 
and I returned it in French. As my tongue went into his 
mouth, his hand found my pussy for the fist time that 
morning. 

Ah, timing is everything!  

I let his fingers move up and down my lips, searching 
gently, probing softly, for an opening. My mouth played 
with his lips, and my hand by now was stroking his cock 
to its full height. I shifted so my hips would be right 
next to his balls, and my hand on his shaft also 
rubbing his stomach. I could feel him rustling around 
in my fur. 

I was still a very little bit tender from last night, 
but by no means dry! He soon found the source of all 
the moisture and his fingers just swam through it. I 
pulled his head down and let him know it was time for 
some tongue work. It was leisurely at first, and then 
he got adventuresome. Just as his head almost wholly 
disappeared under the robe, the day's first car drove 
down the street, stopping at the stop sign just across 
the road. What are these people doing here? 

Time to go inside. I pulled the robe together and stood 
up. For Larry, the problem was a bit more difficult, 
but we made it inside without anyone calling the 
rectitude enforcers. He climbed on the bed first and 
turned to me as I just stood there and waited. He 
beckoned and I put a knee up, allowing him to grab my 
thigh and the small of my back. 

I let him kiss my mouth, then down my throat and chest 
until the robe fell open and I let it slide to the 
floor. Larry pulled me up onto the bed and then kept 
going, kissing first each breast, then my belly, and 
then burying himself in my forest. 

My god, he was good! His tongue found and then circled 
my clit. It found and probed my secret tunnel. He ran 
down the smooth insides of my thighs and made me tingle 
from there to the top of my head. I was on my back, his 
hands underneath my butt, his head between my legs. I 
could just reach the back of his head with my hands, 
but soon gave that up to hold my own breasts -- I 
though I was going to explode if I didn't! His tongue 
was bobbing up and down--my back was arching in time 
with his tongue. 

I was sopping wet down my butt and all over the tops of 
my thighs. We were going to have to roll over soon so 
he could get what was going to be a very wet "Wet 
Spot!"

Finally, I pulled him up, each of us panting. I rolled 
him over and kissed him, then straddled him. I really 
like the penetration I get this way, and after last 
night I wanted to try this, too, with him. I mounted 
him, and felt him push the muscles aside as he entered. 
Gently at first, for his shaft wasn't totally wet and 
some of my contractions had already started. 

His hands went to my breasts and he was just playing 
with the nipples; I had never seen them so long! And I 
just kept finding more and more length to him, too -- I 
could feel him deep inside, now, I thought he'd have to 
push my cervix out of the way! I pulled up a bit, and 
then down again: he nested a bit better, and got better 
still the time after that! 

Clearly, a bit of practice and we'd really make a team! 

I moved his hands to my butt, and had him stroke me 
there for a change. He pulled and pushed at it, and got 
himself adjusted even deeper into me. He was 
concentrating on me so much he was drooling! This is 
the kind of attention I wanted! 

We began to get our rhythm together. It's exercise like 
this that keeps my thighs in shape, and I love it! He 
tried to follow me as I pulled up and then down, and 
each time the friction just warmed me all that much 
more. I could feel myself wrapping around him, the way 
I do just before a really big orgasm, and the tension 
was marvelous! 

Then, about two strokes before I expected it, I came. 

It made me start bucking up and down like a thing 
possessed (probably was!), and about halfway through I 
could feel him begin to spurt; for a while I wondered 
if he'd ever stop. Not just once, not merely three 
times. Each time I could feel the moisture practically 
slam up into me. He just kept coming, and I thought I'd 
drained him last night after all his exuberant pumping 
then! 

I fell onto my side, he still inside me. He curled up 
next to me, and we dozed. Somewhere during that time, 
he fell out, and I think that's what woke me. I shook 
him gently, and as he came around, I had this big smile 
on my face and a bit of curiosity on my mind. 

"Now, Larry, isn't that better than coffee Sunday 
morning?"

END

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