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<<<<<Orphan Annie's 3rd Adventure>>>>>
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When I was first stirring it was the crack of dawn. Beside me,
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the bed was empty, warm but empty. I rolled over, sleepily still, in
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search of the wonderful man who had brought me here last night, and he
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was gone. I discovered as I came to that hugging the pillow
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instead simply wasn't solace enough, and I opened my eyes to look for
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him. The room was just beginning to warm--there was a soft breeze
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coming through the windows and the lace curtains sighed gently. Going to
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be another hot day, I thought, but where's Larry? I listened, and there
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wasn't a sound. Just the warmth and the musky scent of the sheets.
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This wouldn't do! I'm not even sure where this apartment is, I've no
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car, here it is 6:00 or some ungodly hour Sunday morning, and I'm alone
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in a strange bed. Well, not totally strange...the champagne bottle in
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the bucket looked familiar... Then I heard a rasp from just outside the
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window, on the porch, and saw the shadows change. Larry? or a
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cat? I reluctantly abandoned the warmth of the covers and fumbled
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for a robe I remembered being somewhere in the bedroom. A very light,
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full length cotton number, but enough so that at least I could step
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outside and be seen as decent. Wanton, perhaps, but decently dressed.
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There was Larry, dressed in a pair of boxers only. Gorgeous,
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muscular legs came out the bottom, and this very well-built chest was
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above. On top, an aquiline face was squinting at the sunrise. I
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stepped behind and rested my chin on his shoulder. "Watcha thinking,
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Larry?" "Dunno, just seemed the thing to do right now." "Wanna come
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back to bed with me? Are you waiting for anything?" "Naw, just maybe
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the sunrise." "Can I wait with you?" "Sure, let's sit on the sofa."
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With that, we sort of fell onto an old, white wicker loveseat he
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had on the porch. I curled up, head on his lap, and began to drift off to
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sleep again. His hand went to my waist and I waited for the sun to warm
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us. The sun was a long time coming, and I curled up even tighter. His
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hand went to my butt and sort of snuggled me into a comfortable
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position; I relaxed and was back asleep, very secure. In a few minutes,
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though, he was moving again. "Coffee?" "Uh, sure, so early?"
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"Can't watch the sun rise without coffee!" He was gone in an instant to
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the kitchen and I heard the pots rattling. It wasn't yet really warm,
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so when he came back I must've jumped right onto him. I was sitting
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across his legs, cupping the coffee cup and lazing against his shoulder
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with my legs pulled up close. "Larry, wanna screw?" "Yeah, maybe, but
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let me wake up first." "Larry, it's better when you're waking up.
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Haven't you ever awakened already linked to someone?" He shrugged, but I
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noted that the boxers had a new bulge in them. I put my hand there
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and confirmed that it wasn't just he fold of the fabric. "Larry, it feels
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to me like you're ready now." I was whispering, but don't know why.
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No one on the block was stirring. We had the world to ourselves.
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His fly was gaping, so I slipped my hand inside; Larry put his cup
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down and then took mine away from me. "Here?" he said. "Sure," I purred.
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He took his hand from my waist and moved it to my breast, but
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outside the robe. My other hand was pinned against his chest, so I
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had to release his manhood to move his hand inside the robe. He was
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beginning to get the idea! I felt a warm, coarse hand gently massage
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my left boob, then brush the nipple, then cup me like the balmy
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Sunday morning this was. He wasn't rushing things, and neither was I. I
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looked up from my chest and saw him smiling at me. I leaned over
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and gave him the first kiss of the morning. Gentle, not even probing,
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just a kiss. He returned it the same way. "Larry?" "Mmmm?" "The
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champagne would have been better than the coffee..." "OK, I'll
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remember. You didn't get too wired yet, did you?" "Lemme show you.
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Come here." A gentle squeeze and I had his full attention, his mind
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and his heart following, as the expression goes. In fact, all I ever
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really wanted was a thousand percent of his attention. I really
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get jealous Sunday mornings. Jealous of the rest of the day, jealous of
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the telephone, jealous even of the sunrise. Mornings are meant for
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me and a friend, with no interruptions. I think he was beginning to
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understand, but I had to know. "Why'd you get up so early?" "I'm not used
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to someone who sleeps like you...it felt too good...has anyone ever
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told you how easy it is to share a bed with you? And I don't mean just
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sexually--just that you snuggle right in and at the same time don't push.
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I'm not used to that, and I guess I'm afraid of losing it." "Larry, I'm
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here now. Tomorrow is tomorrow; even this afternoon is later. Right now,
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I'm here. I want you to be, too." He was caressing my nipple, now, and I
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was squeezing him every once in a while, just to remind him how very
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"there" I was. Last night, he had really moaned when I tongued his ears.
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I tried again, a bit of a stretch for my neck from where I was
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sitting, but he just leaned right into me as I licked; I got the same
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reaction. Gee, was Larry's middle name Pavlov? I stretched my legs out
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onto the sofa, and let the robe gap. When he opened his eyes, the first
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thing he saw was my legs, and he abandoned my breast to touch them.
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Here, too, he was gentle, just stroking them at first, then slowly
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parting them as he moved up the inside from my calves. I just watched
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his eyes, as they darted from my face to his hand and back again.
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He kissed me again, and I returned it in French. As my tongue went
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into his mouth, his hand found my pussy for the fist time that
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morning. Ah, timing is everything! I let his fingers move up and down
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my lips, searching gently, probing softly, for an opening. My
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mouth played with his lips, and my hand by now was stroking his cock to
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its full height. I shifted so my hips would be right next to his balls,
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and my hand on his shaft also rubbing his stomach. I could feel him
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rustling around in my fur. I was still a very little bit tender
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from last night, but by no means dry! He soon found the source of all
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the moisture and his fingers just swam through it. I pulled his head down
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and let him know it was time for some tongue work. It was leisurely at
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first, and then he got adventuresome. Just as his head almost wholly
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disappeared under the robe the day's first car drove down the street,
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stopping at the stopsign just across the road. What are these people
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doing here? Time to go inside. I pulled the robe together and stood up.
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For Larry, the problem was a bit more difficult, but we made it
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inside without anyone calling the rectitude enforcers. He climbed on the
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bed first and turned to me as I just stood there and waited. He
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beckoned and I put a knee up, allowing him to grab my thigh and the
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small of my back. I let him kiss my mouth, then down my throat and
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chest until the robe fell open and I let it slide to the floor. Larry
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pulled me up onto the bed and then kept going, kissing first each
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breast, then my belly, and then burying himself in my forest. My
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god, he was good! His tongue found and then circled my clit. It
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found and probed my secret tunnel. He ran down the smooth insides of
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my thighs and made me tingle from there to the top of my head. I was
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on my back, his hands underneath my butt, his head between my legs. I
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could just reach the back of his head with my hands, but soon gave that
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up to hold my own breasts -- I though I was going to explode if I didn't!
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His tongue was bobbing up and down--my back was arching in time
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with his tongue. I was sopping wet down my butt and all over the tops of
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my thighs. We were going to have to roll over soon so he could get what
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was going to be a very wet Wet Spot! Finally, I pulled him up, each of us
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panting. I rolled him over and kissed him, then straddled him.
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I really like the penetration I get this way, and after last night I
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wanted to try this, too, with him. I mounted him, and felt him
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push the muscles aside as he entered. Gently at first, for his
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shaft wasn't totally wet and some of my contractions had already
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started. His hands went to my breasts and he was just playing with
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the nipples; I had never seen them so long! And I just kept finding
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more and more length to him, too--I could feel him deep inside, now,
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I thought he'd have to push my cervix out of the way! I pulled up a
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bit, and then down again: he nested a bit better, and got better
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still the time after that! Clearly, a bit of practice and we'd really
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make a team! I moved his hands to my butt, and had him stroke me there
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for a change. He pulled and pushed at it, and got himself
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adjusted even deeper into me. He was concentrating on me so much
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he was drooling! This is the kind of attention I wanted! We began to get
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our rhythm together. It's exercise like this that keeps my thighs in
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shape, and I love it! He tried to follow me as I pulled up and then
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down, and each time the friction just warmed me all that much more. I
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could feel myself wrapping around him, the way I do just before a really
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big orgasm, and the tension was marvelous! Then, about two strokes before
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I expected it, I came. It made me start bucking up and down like a
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thing possessed (probably was!), and about halfway through I could feel
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him begin to spurt; for a while I wondered if he'd ever stop. Not
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just once. Not merely three times. Each time I could feel the moisture
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practically slam up into me. He just kept coming, and I thought I'd
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drained him last night after all his exuberant pumping then! I fell to my
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side, he still inside. He curled up next to me, and we dozed.
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Somewhere during that time, he fell out, and I think that's what woke me.
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I shook him gently, and as he came around I had this big smile on my face
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and a bit of curiosity on my mind. "Now, Larry, isn't that better than
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coffee Sunday morning?"
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From the collection of -=*<Rough Rider>*=-
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