Connie & Tim - #2: His Apartment

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He was beginning to lead her to the small bedroom, but she pulled him up short, pressing him to the door frame. He bent down and kissed her. Her response was eager, he knew it would be, and he made that kiss count.

Before he could move, her hands were on his belt and he was in her mouth, red lips helping her pink-tongued taste him. Connie and Tim The Alleyway His apartment was small, tidy for a single guy's place. Half a pot of coffee was left over from the morning rush, but otherwise it was clean and fresh.

It was on the second floor, number 26, down at the end of the hallway, near the house payphone. The kitchen window opened over a small courtyard. She noticed all the small details, but all Tim could see was Connie in a summer dress, with frilly sandals and a red-organdy bow tying up her dark hair, hard ankles, slender arms, and curves at her hips, with a white belt at her waist to tempt him.

He moved to hold her. Connie, I, I— Hush! she whispered.

I know. She reached behind her head and pulled out the red bow. Her hair fell across her shoulders.

Kiss spilled over his arms as she passed the ribbon behind her neck and all but dared him to use the ends to pull her to him. She looked up into his face and reached up to straighten the curl of hair on his forehead. He bent down and kissed her.

Her response was eager, he knew it would be, and he made that kiss count. He was beginning to lead her to the small bedroom, but she pulled him up short, pressing him to the door frame. Before he could move, her hands were on his belt and he was in her mouth, red lips helping her pink-tongued taste him.

She rubbed the soft spot just back of his balls. He moaned. How did she know to do that? After a minute, he lifted her to her feet.

Connie undid the slim belt at her waist. Turning her away from him, he fumbled with the tiny hook and then undid the slim zipper in back as he kissed her neck and the backs of her ears. The summer dress dropped from her shoulders, hesitating at her hips for a split second as it fell to the floor.

She reached behind and undid her bra, then turned to face him, open and free. There was no need to pull down her panties. They were home on her dresser.

Tim picked her up. His arms were taut and strong. He sat her on the edge of the kitchen table on the cool, smooth, white enamel.

Moving between her knees, one shiny stocking grazed his hip. The other was gone somewhere as he pressed his hips into hers. She yielded but was not quite wet enough yet.

Tim knelt to leave wet kisses to help and found that Connie would not let him back up, pushing down on his shoulders. She pressed his lips into her pussy and found that Tim knew just what to do. He explored slowly, purposely, and brought her to the brink, then hesitated.

She gasped. Then he teased her back to the brink again. Tim stood up tall, grasped her milky shoulders, locked with her eye to eye, and pressed into her.

Connie's lid slid shut for a heartbeat. There was no resistance save her muscles tightened just for him. She saw the pleasure of first contact in his half-closed eyes and squealed in response.

She wrapped her knees around his back and pulled him in. He rocked in her leggy embrace, sliding in and out, pressing hard on her mound at the end of each stroke. She surprised him coming so quickly the first time.

Her orgasm excited him so he stayed deep and still to feel her rhythmic squeezing and lost himself to his own pleasure. He laid her flat on her back on the table, becoming nothing more than a man with a need for relief. Animal release.

And when he came and pressed and Connie felt his throbbing, her body answered his once again. Still inside, as she hugged his neck, he carried her in sweaty arms to the bed, somehow pulled back the spread and the blanket, and laid her on creamy, fresh sheets. Falling beside her, they caught their breath.

My God, he said coarsely, flushed and warm. My God, he said again, astonished. I hardly know you.

She looked at him as he wiped his brow with the edge of a pillowcase. Tim, silly man, she stated, you know me. I don't know how or why, but you know me like no one has ever known me.

Now you're mine. I have captured you. He answered very softly.

Yes, I know. When they woke, it was the middle of the night. She moved first and found that when she moved into him, they fit quite nicely together, spooning.

His back was to her, and she draped her right arm over his waist. The hair around his cock was still damp with their wetness. As she explored his curls, he stirred.

Connie, he mumbled, you expecting someone else, she chided. He rolled on to his back and she leaned on one elbow to face him. Kiss me, beautiful, Tim said, and she did.

She was so damn good at it. He couldn't believe it as he felt a new urge, and she touched his hardening shaft and slid her fingers up and down, tickling the rim of his mushroom cap. Whoa, girl, haven't you had enough? he teased.

No, never enough, she smiled and increased the pressure of her fingers just a bit. In the dim light she saw he looked concerned as he said, but work in the morning, darling. I have to leave by eight.

She smothered the line with another kiss. Connie put her fingertip to his lips. Moving to nibble an earlobe, she whispered, but stated quite firmly, Sick day.

I'll go to the phone and call in first, but later. I'm just so busy right now.