Man's Best Friend

I looked at the torrential rain pouring down outside, glad that I hadn't been caught outside in it. An hour ago it had been bright sunshine and none of the weather forecasts had predicted this much of a storm. Rivers of water ran down the window as my thoughts turned to what to make for dinner. The salad I had planned no longer felt appropriate, the weather seemed to demand something more substantial and comforting. As I headed into the kitchen to see what I had in there was a loud banging on the door. I wasn't expecting anyone and I couldn't imagine who would be out in this weather. The urgent knocking continued as I made my way to the front door, opening it to a worried looking young woman.

She wasn't dressed for the weather at all, her wet hair plastered to her face and head, while her t-shirt and shorts were drenched from the rain. I guessed she was probably in her mid to late twenties, but I couldn't get past the concerned, almost scared expression on her face.

"Can you help me please?" she blurted out before I could invite her out of the rain, "My dog got scared by the rain and ran off. I can hear him, but I can't reach him."

She was obviously on the verge of panicking, so I nodded and grabbed a couple of coats. I handed one to her, though it may have been closing the stable door after the horse had bolted, and indicated for her to lead the way. She led us into the park over the road from my house, explaining that he'd run into some bushes and she couldn't see how he had gotten where he was or how to get him back.

We found a Labrador looking very bedraggled and sorry for itself behind a fence. The dog perked up when he saw the woman, pawing at the fence and whining when he was unable to reach her. I felt along the fence and couldn't find any weak spots initially, but when I pushed my way through one of the bushes I found a section where the base of the fence was loose and I was able to push it inwards but could see how it wouldn't go the other way. Holding the fence open, I shouted for the woman to call her dog.

After a few shouts and her moving closer to my location, the dog appeared by the hole but seemed reluctant to approach me. My arm was getting tired from holding the fence open, but eventually his owner managed to coax him close enough for us both to get a hold of his collar. With his tail wagging like it was a game, we manouvred him through the hole and I was finally able to let the fence drop once more.

The dog was delighted to be reunited with his owner, jumping up at her and making it difficult for her to reattach his lead. She seemed equally happy, hugging him and laughing at his antics.

With the rain showing no sign of stopping, I insisted they both came back to mine where I found a couple of old towels for us to dry the dog off with. As the women finished, I got some cooked chicken from the fridge and showed it to her before offering it to the dog. She nodded and I fed him several small chunks.

"What do you say Chewie?" the woman said to the dog as he pawed at me looking for more food. Upon hearing his mistresses voice, he rubbed up against my legs before sitting in front of me and offering a paw.

"My pleasure, Chewie," I replied, shaking his paw gently. We both laughed as Chewie, obviously deciding that the formalities were over, lay down in front of the hearth and promptly fell asleep. The woman thanked me for my help and introduced herself as Beth before sneezing, reminding me of her current state.

"There's no way of saying this without sounding sleazy," I began, "But, there's no point you going out in this and we need to get you out of those wet things.". Beth smiled at my obvious discomfort before looking at Chewie, fast asleep on the rug and shrugged.

"I've never known him settle down somewhere new so quickly," Beth admitted, "It would be a shame to disturb him."

"If you want to have a shower," I suggested, "Put your clothes outside the door and give me a shout. I'll put them in the dryer and find you something to wear and knock on the door when I've put them outside the bathroom." Beth looked thoughtful for a moment, seeming to consider any drawbacks to my suggestion, before nodding her agreement. I directed her to the bathroom and waited for her to call, not moving until I heard the bathroom door shut again.

As I picked up the small pile of wet clothes, I couldn't help but notice the black, lace thong on top. It had been a while since my last partner and just the sight of the underwear was enough for my penis to start to stiffen. Trying to put the thoughts out of my head, especially with the sound of the shower in the background, I went to my bedroom to try and find some dry clothes for Beth. Being a single man, there was limited choice, but I settled on a rugby shirt and some joggers, I wanted her to feel at ease. Remembering the underwear, I grabbed one of my smaller pairs of boxer shorts and decided that was probably the best I could do. I dropped the clothes outside the bathroom door, knocked and left to put her clothes on to dry.

My stomach reminded me that I still hadn't sorted out dinner yet. I assumed Beth would be hungry too and set about gathering ingredients. I decided that pasta was always a safe bet and started the water boiling while I chopped some bacon and mushrooms. It had been a while since I had entertained anyone and so wanted to make a bit of an effort and so blitzed together some wild garlic, pine nuts and olive oil to make my own pesto. With the pasta in the boiling water, I started frying the bacon and mushrooms in a dry pan.

"Something smells nice" Beth's voice behind me made me turn, unprepared for what was to meet my eyes. Seeing her relaxed for the first time, I was struck my her radiant smile and a hint of mischief in her blue eyes. Her blonde hair, still damp from the shower but not as drenched as it was hung down to her shoulders. My rugby shirt had never looked as good on me as it did on her, sleeves pushed up to the elbows as the thick cotton hid but hinted at the shape of the body underneath. "Oh, yes. The joggers were too long and looked ridiculous," Beth explained as she saw my gaze take in her bare legs. I certainly wasn't complaining at the sight of her smooth, slim legs emerging from beneath the rugby shirt which was long enough to preserve her modesty.

"Hungry?" I asked, desperate to distract myself from the inappropriate thoughts running through my mind.

"Starving," Beth smiled, "But you didn't need to do this. You've done more than I could ever have asked for already."

"I needed to eat myself," I tried to deflect, "It would have been rude to sit here sorting myself out while you were stuck here. Wine?" Beth accepted my offer and I pointed her in the right direction for a bottle of red and two glasses, while I drained and assembled the meal before joining her and Chewie in the lounge.

"This is delicious," Beth complimented, tucking into her pasta with gusto, "I hadn't realised just how hungry I was."

"To be honest," I answered, "It's nice to have someone to cook for. It doesn't always feel worth it when it's just me."

"Well, if this is what's waiting for me, I'm sure I could persuade Chewie to run off on a regular basis," Beth laughed, Chewie's tail wagging at hearing his name. "What would you have been doing if you weren't rescuing daft dogs and their dafter owners? I'm worried we've ruined any plans you had."

I assured her that I didn't have any plans and would have probably ended up sat in front of the TV with a film or box set for company. She and Chewie were definitely an upgrade, if anything they were saving me. The conversation flowed freely, she was a self employed graphic designer, mainly doing small projects for local shops. She got Chewie a couple of years ago on a whim when she was feeling lonely and he'd been her companion ever since. Occasionally, I thought I caught her looking at me over her glass, studying me somehow. I put it down to my imagination, I was a few years older than her and had long accepted that women like her didn't look at me that way.

"I'd better not," Beth responded, putting her hand over her glass as I tried to top up her wine, "I've got to get me and Chewie home soon."

"How can you disturb him?" I asked, indicated Chewie, totally relaxed on his back, his front legs curled over. Despite seeming asleep, his tail still responded to realising he was the centre of attention, wagging gently from side to side, "I've got a spare room, and you'd be perfectly safe with such an alert defender." Chewie got up and walked over to me, putting his chin on my leg and pawing at my knee when I didn't immediately start stroking him.

"I suppose that seals it," laughed Beth, "If Chewie approves, how can I say no. If you're sure we're not being too much bother." By way of a response, I topped up Beth's wine and smiled at her. She relaxed and brought her legs up underneath her on the chair, giving me my first glimpse of my boxers covering her thighs. I felt my cock rearing up once more and reminded myself I was just being nice and enjoying some company, Beth hadn't given any real indication she was interested in me.

Chewie returned to his place on the rug as Beth and I chatted about everything from movies to politics. There were definitely more looks from Beth towards me and I couldn't help checking out this beautiful woman that had fallen into my life, but having offered my spare room, the last thing I wanted to do was misread the situation, make a clumsy move and make everything awkward. I always had my imagination after we had gone to bed, and I knew where my mind was going to take me. I didn't notice time going by until we were part way through a second bottle of wine and Beth stifled a yawn. Checking my phone, I discovered it was after midnight and offered to show Beth to the spare room.

"You know," she said as she stood, the mood in the room shifting almost imperceptibly, "I don't have to use the spare room." I froze as the words slowly seeped in, my mind almost refusing to process them as she moved towards me. One part of my anatomy had no problems reacting as she straddled me, her cotton covered sex feeling surprisingly warm against my rising erection. "I wanted to thank you properly for tonight," Beth whispered before kissing me gently, her hips rocking slowly against me.

"You don't have to," I found myself saying, my body screaming at me to not be so stupid. This sort of thing never happens to me and I found myself out of my depth quickly.

"I know," Beth replied, smiling sultrily, eyes half closed as she rubbed herself against my erection, "As I said, I want to." As if to confirm what she was saying, Beth grabbed the bottom of the rugby shirt and lifted it over her head to reveal a pair of the most perfect breasts I had seen in a long time. The smooth, pert globes bounced slightly as they were released from the confines of the shirt, each topped with prominent, light pink nipples, begging to be sucked. If the rugby shirt looked better on her than me, nothing could have prepared me for seeing my boxer shorts on her. The black cotton stretched over her like second skin, hiding her genitals, but the mystery somehow enhancing them. I felt myself growing at the sight, pressing harder against Beth's warmth.

Beth lifted my t-shirt over my head and threw it to the side of the room before kissing me once again. Her stiff nipples and soft breasts felt amazing against my skin as her lips pressed firmly against mine. Our kiss deepened as her hands went to the back of my head, running slowly through my hair and mine slid up her thighs to her shapely arse pulling her gently against me as she continued to teasingly rock against my now fully hard erection.

My hands travelled up her bare back, holding her body against mine as our lips parted, the fuse of desire well and truly lit. Beth pulled back slightly, putting her hands on my shoulders as she looked into my eyes, biting her bottom lip. A half-smile crossed her face as she ground harder against my covered cock, making me wonder how I hadn't exploded in my pants already. Her eyes closed and her back arched as she concentrated on the sensations between her legs, positioning her breasts temptingly close to my lips.

She let out a sigh as I quickly gave in to the temptation, leaning forward to capture one of her nipples between my lips. My hands went to the back of her shoulders, supporting her as I sucked on her teat, gently at first before her reactions encouraged me to use more and more pressure. Her sighs turned into moans as she ground herself harder and harder against me, constantly changing the angle slightly as if searching for more or better contact. I carried on sucking on her nipple, releasing it briefly to run my tongue in circles around the stiff rosebud before drawing it back into my mouth.

Emboldened, I let one hand drop to the small of her back before bringing it to the front and easing it between our two bodies. Staying on top of the thin cotton, I explored her upper pubic area, edging downwards until a loud "Oh" told me I was in the right area.

"Oh, yes," Beth screamed as I felt the hard bean of her clitoris slip to one side under my finger. Firmly, I moved it from side to side and then in circles, pressing harder and moving faster as Beth responded to my touch. "That's perfect," she half panted, half moaned as her fingers gripped my shoulders, "Don't stop!...... Don't stop!......... Don't st...... aaah!" The final word dissolved into a moan of pure pleasure as her orgasm arrived, her body jerking powerfully against me as wave after wave flowed through her. She pulled me off her tit and kissed me passionately, her tongue entering my mouth as she shared the last moments of her climax.

"I'm supposed to be thanking you," Beth jokingly scolded me, "Not adding to my tab!" Before I could respond, she kissed my lips once more before easing herself backwards off my lap and sliding to the floor. She looked at me and smiled as she pushed my knees apart and shuffled between them. Her hands slid up my thighs until she was tracing the outline of my erection. "Someone seems to be having a nice time," she smiled at me, grasping my hard cock through my clothes, causing me to gasp with pleasure.

I watched as her deft fingers undid the buttons of my trousers, letting out an involuntary sigh as her hands eased their way inside them, brushing against my erection through the thin material of my underwear. I lifted myself up as she moved her hands round to my arse and pulled my trousers downwards. She took her time, running her hands down my legs with my clothing before pulling it over my ankles and tossing it to the side.

"Is that because of me?" Beth asked with faux-coyness, indicated the large patch of pre-cum on the front of my underwear, "I'm flattered."

Before I could respond, her fingers were running up the inside of my thighs once more, pushing them open as she went. Still apparently in no hurry despite the slight heaviness to her breathing she ran her fingernails gently up and down the length of my covered shaft, causing it to jerk reflexively to her apparent satisfaction. I realised that I didn't know much about Beth's background, but with this slow exquisite torture I decided it didn't matter, there was no way I wasn't seeing this through to its conclusion.

With the same patience she had been showing since we started, Beth grabbed the waistband of my boxer shorts and started to pull them off. Smiling she paused at the moment my erection was barely contained before letting it spring free, its purple tip shining in the light. The mask of her patience slipped for a moment as her hands started to move towards my swaying pole, but to my brief disappointment, she regained her control and continued to remove my underwear.

There was a definite sparkle in her eyes as they flicked between mine and my cock, swaying gently, begging for her attention. I let out a deep sigh of relief as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around my erection, slowly stroking up and down its length, covering and uncovering its purple tip. She shuffled forwards slightly and leant towards me holding my erection vertically as her breasts slipped either side of it, letting it nestle in her deep cleavage. Beth started to raise herself up and down, my cock disappearing and reappearing, leaving small trails of pre-cum at the top of her chest.

My breathing deepened as my penis enjoyed its fleshy embrace, Beth leaning her head down and licking the tip as it emerged from between her breasts, forcing me to close my eyes to maintain my control and savour the sensations. Beth eased back and lowered her mouth over the end of my erection, sucking delightfully, drawing gasps and moans from me as she gradually took more and more of my thick cock between her lips. My hands moved of their own volition to the back of Beth's head as she swallowed more of me, moving her head faster and faster until I felt myself on the verge of release.

Beth seemed to have a sixth sense and stopped her blow job moments before I flooded her mouth with my cum. Giving me that beautiful smile once more as her tongue gently gave my penis one final lick before she rocking back on her heels, leaving me panting with arousal and frustration.

"How do you like your underwear on me?" Beth asked as she stood and gave me a slow twirl, her hips swaying seductively.

"Much better than I do on me," I admitted, "But they'd look even better in a crumpled heap on the floor." Beth raised her eyebrows at my clumsy line, but didn't seem to mind as she stood facing me, hips continuing to circle slowly as her hands stroked her glorious breasts, her eyes smouldering.

"You've got a point," she replied turning away from me and making me groan as she bent over, the underwear stretching over her arse before she slowly pushed them over her taut buttocks. She eased them down to her knees, her slightly parted legs giving me a glimpse of her labia, shining with arousal. Beth let go and the underwear dropped to the floor as she turned to face me, giving me my first look at her naked body. I don't think there was any danger of me being disappointed, but she surpassed anything my imagination had conjured up. A small triangular patch of blonde hair pointed to deep pink, engorged labia, glistening with excitement, inviting my cock to slide between them.

I was thinking that I owed Chewie a massive treat for bringing Beth into my life as she wordlessly moved towards me, straddling me once again. We both moaned softly as her wet slit rubbed against my stiff cock. She rocked back and forth a few times, coating me in her liberal juices, her breathing deepening further each time until she couldn't wait any longer. With one arm around my neck and the other holding my erection vertical, Beth raised herself up and positioned herself with her entrance resting against my tip. We held each other's gaze as she lowered herself onto me, a brief pause as her tight hole struggled to let me in before suddenly she took my first inch and we were both gasping in pleasure. She struggled to maintain eye contact, her eyes half closing as the feeling of my cock stretching her velvety channel threatened to overwhelm her.

Finally, she enveloped my whole cock and we held each other, kissing passionately as our bodies merged. My hands moved to her hips, hers to my shoulders as we both supported her rising up my length before slowly impaling herself once more. Our bodies trembled as we struggled to keep the slow, sensual pace, wringing every iota of pleasure from this union. I automatically started flexing my own hips as she lowered herself along me time and time again, my hand slipping over her hip so my thumb could press against her clitoris once more. The effect was immediate as her half closed eyes sprung wide open in a mixture of surprise and ecstacy as she started slamming down against me harder and harder, her breaths coming in load groans.

She drove down onto me one last time with a scream, pulling my body against her, desperately searching for my lips to kiss as her body quivered and bucked. Her pussy pulsated around me as her climax took firm hold of her, the soft, warm walls contracting around me like nothing I had ever felt before.

The sights, sounds and feeling of her orgasm lit a fire inside me. Gripping her firmly by the arse to keep myself embedded in her throbbing sex, I stood carefully. Instinctively, Beth wrapped her legs around me as I carried her to the sofa, laying on her back and immediately driving my cock powerfully in and out of her.

A series of ohs, ahs and yes's were our only communication as I thrust deep into her delectable channel, Beth's legs crossed behind me kicking me into her and pulling herself onto me as we fucked. With everything that had gone before there was no way I was going to last long and was soon aware I was on my final strokes. With a final moan, I felt my cock erupt with a thick rope of cum deep inside Beth's pussy. As she felt the first moments my orgasm, Beth pushed me upwards, smiling at me as she watched my face as I emptied myself into her. Beth pulled me back in to a heartfelt kiss as she felt my climax subside and we lay in each other's arms as we savoured the moment.

"Bed?" I asked as our kiss eased.

"Bed", Beth replied with a nod. I helped her to her feet and she called for Chewie to follow us as I led them both upstairs to my bedroom. I let Beth choose which side she wanted and beckoned for Chewie to come up and lie at the foot of the bed. Finally, I climbed into bed next to Beth and leaned over her.

"Thank you," I half whispered, pressing my lips gently to hers.

"It takes two," she smiled, pulling me down for another soft kiss before turning over onto her side. I stayed propped up on my elbow for a few moments, watching her in the pale moonlight, still not quite believing a woman like her was in my bed or what had just happened. As the recent memories played back in my mind, I found myself responding in the only way I could and realised I didn't want tonight to end just yet.

Gently, I stroked her back with my fingertips, exploring the smooth contours of her skin. I thought I caught a quiet sigh coming from Beth, but wasn't sure if she was asleep yet or not. My fingers continued their explorations, examining every square centimetre of her back, heading to the small hollow where her buttocks met her back. As my fingers went lower, I got bolder, leaning down to delicately kiss the crook of her neck, the slight change in position pressing my hardening penis against one of her arse cheeks. There was no mistaking the sigh that time, or the subtle movement of her hips, pressing herself back into my erection.

"Not ready to call it a night yet?" Beth asked as she rolled back towards me, the hand that was on her back finding itself on her flat stomach. I shook my head. "Good," she whispered, "Neither am I."

As she spoke, one hand reached up to grab the back of my neck and pull my lips to hers while the other slipped downwards to take hold of my now fully erect cock. We kissed, slowly at first as her hand gently stroked me, my hand moving up from her stomach to stroke and massage her waiting breast whilst the other slipped under her neck, holding her lips to mine as our breathing started to quicken once more.

Our lips were locked together as she gripped my cock harder, her hips writhing trying to communicate her desires to me. As much as I was enjoying the feel of her firm breast and hard nipple in my hand, I couldn't deny her what she obviously wanted. I let my hand fall to between her legs, the middle three fingers pressing against her labia before I let one run its tip up her already wet slit. Beth gasped into our kiss as the fingertip brushed her tight entrance before briefly touching her clit.

I continued teasing her as our kissing intensified, her firm grip on my erection everything I needed for the moment. The movement in her hips returned with greater intensity as her body begged me for more. I slipped one finger into her slick channel and was rewarded with a purr, a second brought a gasp while a third forced Beth to break our kiss temporarily to let an earnest moan of pleasure.

Her hand travelled up and down the length of my cock, gradually increasing the pace as I fingered her tight channel, Beth pushing back against me in response. Our kiss was an afterthought now as me both moaned and groaned with our mutual pleasure.

I was confused when, just as we both seemed to be nearing our peaks, Beth stopped wanking me and pulled my fingers out of her pussy, rolling back onto her side facing away from me. I was about to ask what I had done wrong when she reached between her legs and took hold of my grateful cock once more. Holding it in place, she shifted on the bed until she was satisfied with our positions and she was rubbing the end of my cock along her wet slit. She paused at her entrance and let me slowly push my way inside her once again, both of us exhaling as I filled her welcoming channel.

With my arm trapped underneath Beth, I was able to find her breast, stroking the soft, smooth flesh as my cock slid in and out of her, just a small amount at first as I got used to the angle. She murmured her approval as my fingers circled her nipple, my other hand holding her hip, helping me maintain my position as I pulled out further before easing into her pussy's warm embrace.

I leant down to meet Beth's face as she craned her head backwards over her shoulder, our tongues fencing as the sounds of our passion escaped our lips. My hand dug into her hip as I naturally increased my pace as our combined arousal grew, the feeling of Beth's sex contracting around me, squeezing me spurring me on.

Disaster struck as I lost myself in the moment, pulling out too far in my enthusiasm and missing Beth's entrance, my cock sliding along her wet lips before rubbing against her clitoris and nestling in her hair. Not missing a beat, Beth reached down as I pulled back to try again, using her fingers to guide me into my target, the tips brushing against my length as it disappeared into her once more. Beth kept her hand in the vicinity, I assumed she was rubbing her clit as I returned to fucking her tight pussy, but occasionally her hand would shift and I felt the insides of her fingers against the side of my erection as it moved in and out of her.

Having learnt my lesson, I kept my movements relatively shallow using speed and power to compensate. I gripped and massaged her breast firmly as each thrust ran through her body, making the other one bounce wildly. Beth's moans became screams each time I drove into her tightening channel, mine becoming deeper and gruffer as I felt my own climax building.

I wished this could go on forever, a beautiful woman in my arms, my thick cock buried in her sweet pussy, both of us riding the waves of pleasure coursing through our bodies. It couldn't last forever though and Beth seemed to realise this too as she rubbed at herself with such fervour I could feel it through her body. I closed my eyes letting my other senses record these final moments for posterity. The smell of her skin and arousal, the earnestness and ecstacy of her moans and the feeling of her soft skin under my fingers, the ever contracting, luxurious walls of her pussy around my cock.

Beth gave a combination of a gasp and a scream as her free hand suddenly grabbed my arse, holding me inside her as orgasm arrived, her body tensing before writhing in my arms. The sounds of her pleasure combined with the pulsating of her tight channel finished me off and I joined with her cries as my cock released its thick load into her for the second time that night.

Silence fell in the moonlight once more as I wrapped my arms around Beth, both of us breathing heavily as we rode out the final moments of our shared climax. She craned her head back once more and we shared a final kiss before drifting off to sleep, properly this time.

The next morning, I was surprised to be woken by a rough tongue licking my face enthusiastically. It took me a couple of moments to understand what was happening before opening my eyes to see

Chewie standing over me, preparing for another assault. I felt the empty space in the bed next to me and wondered where Beth was. The fact that Chewie was still here was a good sign and she obviously hadn't totally regretted last night snuck out this morning.

Chewie leapt off the bed and looked at me expectantly. I sat up on the edg and of the bed and scratched the back of his ear, he sat down and cocked his head towards me seeming to enjoy the attention until Beth's voice came up the stairs calling him. Obediently, Chewie got back to his feet and trotted to the door. I pulled on some fresh boxers and followed him down the stairs.

We both followed the smell of bacon and eggs cooking to the kitchen and I entered to see Beth, facing away from me busy at the stove top. She was dressed in my rugby shirt once more and I couldn't help but wonder what she had on underneath, if anything.

Technically, this was my first one night stand and I wasn't sure of the protocol. I took the facts that Beth was making breakfast and was wearing my clothes once more rather than her dried ones as positive and moved towards her.

"Good morning," I said as I reached her, kissing the nape of her neck as I slid one hand under the rugby shirt. I was pleased to only make contact with bare skin and pressed my body closer to hers as I reached my hand towards her front. Beth gave a sharp sigh and pushed back against me as my fingers made contact with her clit before turning to face me.

"Morning," she said, giving me a radiant smile before pulling me in for a soft kiss, "I can see I'm going to have to keep an eye on you. There's no time for that, unfortunately, or the bacon will burn." Another delicate kiss. "We obviously need to keep your hands occupied. I couldn't work out your coffee machine, so make yourself useful while I finish breakfast."

I made the coffees and carried them to the table while Beth buttered some bread and made substantial bacon and egg butties. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she brought the food over, knowing about the absence of underwear under the rugby shirt was agonising.

We ate in relative quiet, both seemingly comfortable with the other's company without needing to fill the silences. Chewie's soulful eyes ensured that he got more than his fair share of our breakfasts. An intelligent dog, despite last night's suggestion, he moved out of Beth's eyeline and nuzzled my leg after she had told him he had had enough, rightly identifying me as a soft touch. Once we had both finished, I gathered the plates and asked if she had any plans for the day, my heart in my mouth as I worried if she thought I was being presumptuous.

"I need to get this one back for a proper breakfast," Beth related, causing my heart to sink slightly as she pointed to Chewie, "Then I've got a couple of work things to tidy up for Monday morning." My face must have given away my disappointment as she quickly followed up with, "But, I've had a wonderful ime. Unexpected, but definitely wonderful. I'm sorry I've got to rush off."

I retrieved her dry clothes from the drier and handed them to her. She looked at me and gave a wink as she lifted the rugby shirt over her head giving me one last look at her naked body before she got dressed. The smile on her face told me she knew exactly what she was doing, my predictable hard on obvious through my tight underwear. As she pulled on her t-shirt, I knew I wanted to keep her company as long as I could and offered to walk her and Chewie to her car.

"That would be lovely," she beamed back at me, "Don't feel you have to though. I'm sure Chewie has learnt his lesson." I replied that it was no bother and rushed upstairs to throw a top and jeans on.

As it was still relatively early on a Sunday morning, the park was still quite quiet, just a few joggers and dog walkers crossing our path. The previous day's rain had given it a renewed freshness and you could almost smell life stirring in the soil. With Chewie trotting ahead of us on his lead, my heart leapt as I felt Beth's fingers intertwine with mine as she took my hand and dared to hope this might be more than a one night fling. Much too soon for my liking, we arrived at Beth's car and she let go of my hand to get Chewie in and secured before asking for my phone and calling herself on it.

"You now have my number," she pointed out unnecessarily, "What you do with it is up to you, but I don't give it out to many people."

"Are you sure?" I asked, looking at the phone in my hand as if it was suddenly made of pure gold. Beth gave me a mocking stern look.

"Shall we look at the evidence," she started to explain, "Firstly, you come out in a storm to help a complete stranger with their dog. You then invite said stranger and dog into your home and look after them, demonstrating that you know your way round the kitchen in the process. As if that wasn't enough, you are then the perfect gentleman, not even trying for anything in return for your help and offering your spare room. Add to that, toe-curlingly good sex and I'm finding that I don't want you to just drop out of my life." She finished her speech and lifted her face towards mine. I responded in kind and we wrapped our arms around each other as shared a final kiss before going out separate ways.

Being an over thinker, Beth giving me her number had given me a whole different set of possibilities to worry about. It was a wonderful problem to have, but I found myself wondering when would be soon enough to get in touch without seeming creepily eager but also not wanting to appear distant. Should I call or text first? She did say she had work to do so a text might be better so I don't interrupt her work, or would that seem too casual. As you can probably tell, I am not often in the position where a beautiful woman gives me her number before we've even been on a date!

In the end, inspired by her dog's name, I decided to let George Lucas decide. I had a mini movie marathon for the rest of the morning and early afternoon watching Star Wars (the original trilogy of course) and then decided to send Beth a text to see how her work was going.

"Great. Ready for a break now. What have you been up to?" came the reply.

"Chewie inspired me to watch episodes 4 to 6." I texted back.

"V jealous!!!" Beth responded.

"Time for a chat?" I ventured, smiling to myself when she quickly responded with a series of smiling emojis.

"So, a fellow Star Wars fan," Beth commented, "Do you have any flaws?"

"Probably, I just hide them with the bodies," I joked, "Did you manage to get everything done you wanted to?"

"Pretty much," Beth verbally shrugged, "I could do a bit more, but I've been sat too long, everything is tensing up."

"I could come over and give you a massage," I offered.

"Tempting," Beth replied, I could almost hear her smile in her voice, "But I think we both know it wouldn't stop with a massage and I've got an early start in the morning. Thanks for the offer though."

"If you're sure," I laughed, "If you won't have me round, can we at least stay on the phone together?" Beth agreed and we came up with the idea of trying to cook the same the same meal. We compared the contents of our fridges and cupboards and worked out we could both make a chicken risotto.

We chatted on speaker phone as we chopped and fried, comparing tastes and giving each other suggestions. It was a slightly surreal, but sweet experience, it was like I had known Beth for months rather than 24 hours. Eventually our food was ready and we sat at our individual tables and virtually ate together. I certainly wished we had been together, but I kept hold of the fact that Beth wasn't trying to end the call as a good sign. After we had finished eating, Beth invited me round to hers for a meal on Saturday, which I quickly accepted.

"Dan?" Beth asked as we each loaded our dishwashers, "I know you've already watched it today, but could we watch A New Hope while we are on the call? I don't know what it is, but I'm enjoying the feeling of company, even if you aren't here physically." I understood what she meant, my lounge felt lighter than it usually did somehow with her voice coming through the phone speaker and I readily agreed.

We did our best to time it so we started at the same time and we had lovely couple of hours pointing out our favourite bits, quoting the film and sharing bits of trivia. As the credits rolled, I tried to picture her in her lounge watching the TV.

"Are you still wearing those shorts?" I asked, trying to build up my mental image. There was a brief pause before she answered.

"Kind of," came the cryptic response eventually.

"Kind of?" Another pause. I started to wonder if I had gone too far and creeped Beth out.

"After all the action had finished," Beth finally responded, "My mind drifted to last night and I suddenly got very horny. So the shorts are currently around my ankles." It was my turn to pause, not knowing how to respond to what she had just said, though I was getting hard at the mental image it was conjuring.

"Just your shorts?" I finally ventured, knowing where I hoped this was going, but also feeling completely out of my depth.

"Just my shorts," Beth confirmed, "I've got my hand inside my pants though."

"I bet it's hot and wet in there," I commented, slowly feeling more confident.

"It's lovely," she replied with a sigh, "My fingers are just sliding over my clit and my lips. It feels so good. What about you?"

"I'm sure you can imagine the effect it's having on me," I answer coyly.

"Tell me"

"It's making me rock hard," I confessed, "I wish I was there to feel you."

"I wish you were here too," Beth purred, "Then I wouldn't have to push my own fingers inside me. Have you got your cock out yet?"

"Not yet," I confessed.

"What are you waiting for?" Beth queried, her breathing becoming audibly louder over the phone, "I want to hear you stroking yourself."

"Nothing," I replied, throwing myself into the situation as much as she was. I pushed my trousers and underwear down to my ankles and sat back as I took my erection into my hand. Closing my eyes and with Beth's heavy breathing coming through the phone, I could almost imagine it was her hand stroking my length.

"That's better," moaned Beth as my breathing deepened, each stroke drawing me deeper into the fantasy, "Is your hard cock sticking out of your trousers?"

"No," I breathed, "Everything is out and available. I wish it was your hand gripping me, stroking me."

"Fuck, that's hot," purred Beth, "I wish my hand was wrapped around your thick meat, and your fingers were deep inside my wet pussy. Wait a minute." Beth went silent apart from some faint rustling. "That's better," she sighed, "I've taken my knickers off to make it easier. I'm lying on my sofa, legs spread wide, one foot on the floor. One hand is under my shirt, rubbing my breast, while the other is pushing three fingers in and out of my hot, tight sex. God, I wish I had your cock here to fill me." Her graphic description were thrilling and I naturally found myself pumping my hand harder and faster along my erection, losing myself in the moment.

"I wish I was there filling you with my cock," I managed to get out somehow, "I'd go so deep inside, stretching you until you screamed. I'm picturing you now, riding my erection. It's not my hand gripping me anymore, it's your tight channel as you push down onto me."

"Oh fuck! I need to cum," Beth moaned, "Let me hear you cum with me."

The conversation deteriated into the series of load moans that were the only sounds either of us could make as we wanked ourselves furiously. My mind was filled with images, switching between the fantasy of Beth riding my cock, head thrown back in ecstacy and the perceived reality of her masturbating on the sofa, pussy abandoned as she frantically rubbed her clitoris, head thrashing from side to side as she fought between the desire to prolong the moment and the desperation to climax. Not naturally vocal during sex, I forced myself to express myself loudly, knowing the effect Beth's moans were having on me.

The moans and screams coming from the phone became more and more pointed and ragged and I knew Beth must be right on the edge. I gripped myself as hard as I had ever done and increased my pace, my hand a blur as I desperately tried to catch up to Beth. Moments after a triumphant scream of ecstasy came through the speaker I let out my own heartfelt moan as a thick rope of cum leapt from my cock and landed on my shirt. More followed until the remnants trickled down onto my fingers. The phone call went virtually silent, the only sounds our deep breathing as we recovered.

"That was......." Beth began.

"Intense," I suggested.

"Unexpected," she continued, "But intense works too. I've never been this open this quickly with a man before. Christ, it's barely been 24 hours and we're having phone sex."

"Ditto," I answered, "I've never known anything like this. But at the same time, it feels right and natural."

"I know what you mean," Beth replied, I could almost hear her smile down the phone, "Anyway, before you corrupt me any more, I do need an early night."

"Who's corrupting who?" I laughed.

"I'm prepared to accept that it might be mutual," Beth conceded, "Good night." I replied in kind and we hung up. I kicked off my clothes and cleaned up my hands before grabbing my phone and heading to bed. I had been expecting to knock one off over the memories of the previous night, but what had just happened had felt so intense it had just knocked me out and I was soon fast asleep.

I shouldn't have been surprised, but the next week dragged on like it was a month. Every day was filled with either pointless meetings or mundane tasks that seemed to stretch the hours to breaking point. Beth and I chatted and texted, a welcome break to the monotony, but there was no repeat of Sunday evening, both of us seemingly happy to save everything for the weekend. By Thursday evening, I could barely think about anything else, I was worried that I end up getting to Beth's and immediately throwing her over a table to have my way with her.

"Promises, promises ;-)" came the suggestive reply. I shook my head, not quite believing the undeserved luck that brought this woman into my life.

Finally, Saturday came and I found myself freshly showered and shaved, dressed in a shirt and chinos holding a bottle of wine, a bunch of flowers and a Millennium Falcon plushie, suddenly feeling nervous as I knocked on Beth's door.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed as she opened the door and saw me. Not exactly the greeting I was hoping for. To be fair to her, she did look flustered, dressed in t-shirt and jeans, both smeared with various foodstuffs, her hair slipping out of its ponytail. "Is it that time already? I'm sorry, I'm so behind. Come in." We embraced and kissed briefly as Chewie dances around our legs.

"Anything I can do to help?" I asked as we broke for air, Beth visibly relaxing in my arms.

"Well if you give me those," Beth said taking the flowers and wine, "I'm guessing the Falcon's for Chewie. Do you mind keeping an eye on dinner while I get ready?" I gave Chewie his toy and a trotted proudly round the room slowly shaking it from side to side, making us both giggle and followed Beth and the lovely smell of spices to the kitchen.

"Can you keep stirring that pan, please?" Beth asked, pointing to a pan on the hob, it's thick contents bubbling gently, "And when the timer goes off, turn the oven off." I nodded and started slowly stirring the sauce. "I'm so sorry," Beth apologised, "I'm usually more organised."

"No problem," I assured her, kissing her on the forehead, "Take your time."

"Thank you," she breathed, kissing me the cheek, before heading to the door. At the last minute, she ran back and kissed me on the lips, pressing her body against mine. "No sneaky tasting," Beth whispered before actually leaving the kitchen this time.

I followed Beth's instructions, turning off the oven when the timer beeped and slowly stirring the simmering liquid. The smells coming from it were so tempting, but I was a good boy (for now at least) and resisted tasting it.

"Shall we start again?" Beth's voice came from behind me, certainly sounding a lot calmer than before. I turned and the sight of her took my breath away. Her hair hung down to her shoulders, framing a subtly made up face, her features accented perfectly. She was wearing an elegant green dress, short sleeved and cut to hint at her glorious busom without showing too much. It clung nicely to her breasts and hips before dropping down to around her knees. I didn't say a word, just strode to her, placed my hands on her waist and kissed her, slowly and tenderly. It wasn't the wildest kiss either of us had experienced, but the intensity of the feeling left us both breathless. We looked into each other's eyes and just smiled until Chewie bumped into us breaking the spell.

Beth handed me a bottle of wine and two glasses and told me to take a seat while she dished up. I did so, pouring the wine as I watched her move effortlessly around the kitchen, enjoying the grace of someone in control and in their element.

"Malaysian Beef Curry with Coconut Rice and Garlic Naan," Beth announced the food as if in a restaurant, placing one plate in front of me and taking her seat. We clinked glasses and enjoyed the fruits of Beth's labour. The food was delicious, tender beef in a rich, spicy sauce, perfectly complimented by light naan bread and sticky rice.

"That was gorgeous," I declared as we mopped up the last of the sauce with our naans, Beth beaming at the compliment, "No arguments, I am washing up."

"I'm not arguing," laughed Beth, "But most of it should go in the dishwasher. Just pile the clean stuff on the side, I'll sort it out tomorrow." I set to work, feeling Beth's eyes on me all the time. I had to admit to myself it was a very nice feeling. A couple of pans wouldn't fit so I started washing them by hand. As I was doing so, I heard Beth's chair squeak against the floor and the next thing I knew, her hands were on my back, slipping down to my waist as she pressed herself against me from behind.

I finished the last pan and turned to face her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders as I lowered my lips to hers, letting her kiss take my breath away. Beth pulled away with a sultry smile before turning and picking up the empty window glasses and pointing at a fresh bottle. I took a moment to enjoy the sight of her walking away, her hips swaying seductively before picking up the bottle and following her to the lounge. I found her sat on a sofa, leaning back against the arm and indicating for me to sit next to her. I topped up both of our glasses and sat next to Beth, turning to face her.

"So, what happened to throwing me over the table as soon as you got here," Beth asked, smiling at me over the top of her wine glass.

"It didn't seem quite right to start a first date," I confessed.

"But, it's no.... shit, you're right," replied Beth, her face showing her shock at the realisation, "Fuck, I didn't think I was the type of girl who put out on a first date, let alone before any suggestion of a date!"

"Plus, I didn't think it was the right time," I smiled, trying to get Beth off that train of thought, "I was worried you might bite it off if I tried anything!"

"Fair enough," Beth laughed in response, before the sultry look returned to her face, "And now?"

"Now?" I replied, putting my glass on the table and moving towards Beth, "Now," I continued, taking her glass and putting it next to mine, "I want something more than just a quickie." I was now leaning over her, and slowly lowered my lips to hers. "As good as it would have been," I added in a near whisper.

"Good answer," Beth purred, her hand snaking round to the back of my neck and pulling me back into our kiss.

As we kissed, Beth raised her body gently until we were both sat up, making out on her sofa. My fingertips softly traced the curve of her breast through her dress as we kissed. The meaningful kisses that somehow leave you more breathless than the wild passionate ones. Neither of us were in any hurry as my fingers continued to explore her contours, moving down to her hip while she kept our faces close to each other.

"Shall we take this upstairs?" Beth asked, finally easing back from our embrace. I smiled and nodded slowly. She stood and, taking my hand, led me out of the room and up the stairs. I couldn't take my eyes off her arse as she ascended in front of me, knowing I would soon have those cheeks in my hands as we prepared to make love. Beth led me into her bedroom, releasing my hand as she turned on a small light next to the bed, casting a warm light throughout the room. I couldn't tell you what the room looked like as I only had eyes for Beth as she made her way back to me.

She looked into my eyes and smiled as she reached behind and unzipped her dress. As she took another step towards me the dress slipped down her body revealing a matching bottle green bra and knickers, her breasts curving temptingly out of the cups, the thin lace of her waistband accentuating her legs. As she came within touching distance I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer, loving the feel of her soft skin under my fingers. She wrapped her arms around my neck and our lips met once more.

With hands still on her hips, Beth leant back slightly looking up into my eyes as her hands came to the front of my chest. Slowly, maintaining eye contact, she undid the buttons of my shirt one by one, her light touch giving me goosebumps whenever her fingers brushed against the newly exposed flesh. Once she had accomplished her task, my shirt falling open, she kissed the centre of my chest, her lips feeling warm and smooth against my body, before pushing herself out of my grasp and climbing onto the bed.

I took a moment to watch her, admiring the view from behind, her knickers framing and highlighting her firm buttocks as she moved gracefully up the bed. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she turned onto her back, her breasts flushed and straining against her bra, the obvious bumps of her erect nipples trying to break through the material. My gaze followed her hand as it slid down her cleavage and over her stomach before resting on her knickers, the slightly darker material and subtle mound hinting at the prize beneath.

A small cough from Beth broke the spell and brought me to my senses and I realised I had been staring, captivated by the sight before me. I removed my shirt and trousers and was about to remove my underwear when Beth beckoned for me to join her on the bed. I was never going to refuse that invitation and, leaving my erection straining against its cover, I made my way onto her bed and lay next to Beth.

Beth turned to me and we resumed our kissing, neither seeming to be in a hurry. Speaking for myself, I found I was in the moment more than I had ever been in my life, acutely aware of her soft lips on mine, the subtle scent of her perfume. I found myself noticing every sensation, the slight roughness of the lace of her bra rubbing against my chest and her gentle caress as her fingers ran down my back, the smoothness of her skin under my fingertips and the slight changes in her breathing as we kissed, slowly and tenderly.

As I explored the contours of her body, my hand came upon the clasp of her bra. It felt natural and right to squeeze the two sides together and let the now loose strips of material fall. Beth eased away from me slightly, making it easier for me to slowly draw one strap down her arm, easing it past her elbow and letting it drop to the bed, partially revealing her attractive chest. Another gentle shift in her position and the other strap fell, allowing the bra to fall off completely, opening her chest completely to my view, tempting me drawing me towards them. Before I could react, Beth tossed the bra to the side and pulled me back into her embrace, her bare breasts soft against my skin, their stiff peaks pressing into me.

Our kissing intensified as our hands travelled across each other's backs both of us dancing around taking things further. My hand brushed the waistband of her panties and I couldn't wait any longer. I let my hand travel further down, over the cotton and lace of her underwear to the firm flesh of her bottom, Beth sighing softly into our kiss as my fingers made contact with her bare flesh. Still not satisfied, I traced the edge of her knickers across her cheek, up towards her hip and back down across the top of her thigh. Finally, my hand was between her legs, touching the hot, moist material covering her most intimate area.

Beth's head rocked back briefly, her eyes closed as I pressed against her through her underwear, slowly drawing my hand upwards. She quickly pulled my face back to hers, pressing herself against me as I teased her through the damp material. Her hand made its way to my hip and it was my turn to gasp as it continued its journey, dragging a couple of fingers along my agonisingly covered length. We were becoming breathless with the intensity of our kisses and the emotion of the situation, but neither of us wanted anything but to enjoy the moment and the building tension.

I couldn't tell you who blinked first, but at virtually the same time we both slipped our hands inside the waistband of the other's underwear. We both gasped in a combination of relief and excitement as we made skin to skin contact with each other's genitals. Beth's delicate fingers wrapped themselves around my erection as my hand covered her pussy, the tip of a single finger entering her wet slit as we both struggled to maintain our control. I felt myself almost shaking with the pent up emotion as I let that single finger explore and tease Beth's labia while she held my cock gently barely moving her hand.

Not surprisingly, Beth was already hot and wet, and my finger's progress was ridiculously easy as it spread her juices all around her sex. As her fingers delicately explored the ridges of my penis, I teased her entrance, drawing sighs as I ran the tip of my finger along it. I pressed slightly harder each time, until, with a gasp from Beth, it forced its way into her honeypot. As I slowly fingered her, Beth became bolder and firmer in her ministrations, gently pulling my erection out of my underwear to give herself more freedom.

We alternated between kissing, gasping and sighing as each action triggered a reaction. Whether it be my crooking my finger inside her or Beth shifting her attention to my balls, running her nails over them, everything built up the excitement and anticipation within us. Beth let out a soft moan, every sound she made enhancing my own experience, as I withdrew my finger and started rubbing her juices all over her stiff clitoris. Her back arched and her breathing deepened as I rubbed in slow circles, feeling the hard nub shift under my pressure.

"Oh god!" she breathed as she gripped my thick cock firmly, increasing the pace of my strokes along its length. I was torn. I wanted to watch her face as she orgasmed, but if I wasn't careful, her hand was going to have me shooting my load too soon.

Without warning, I doubled my pace and pressure on her clit, suddenly rubbing furiously, my hand still inside her knickers. The sudden change caught Beth off guard and she seemed to freeze, seemingly unable to concentrate on anything beyond the attention she was receiving. Her hand was suddenly still on my cock as she gripped it harder, high pitched moans of ever increasing intensity escaping from her lips as she felt her climax approaching. A longer, drawn out moan signalled its arrival, her whole body still for a moment before it started convulsing and writhing, pressing desperately against my finger as she sought to prolong the sensations. Her face was a perfect picture of her emotions, eyes closed, lips parted as the ecstacy was painted across her features.

Eventually, everything seemed to subside and she turned to me with a dreamy smile before pulling my lips to hers. Her other hand busied itself along my cock, stroking it faster than before, seemingly determined to repay the favour. I could feel myself giving in, enjoying the passion in her kiss and the intimacy of her touch, but there was only one place I intended my cum to go.

Summoning all of my self-control, I pulled my lips and penis away and eased my way down the bed. Beth looked at me with a slight pout which soon turned into a smile as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her underwear. She lifted her arse into the air to help me as I pulled her panties downwards, the scent of her arousal, the perfect mix of musk and sex filled the air, her labia shining with excitement in the soft light. I could have sat there for hours admiring her sex, but we both had more pressing matters to attend to.

I finished removing her underwear and balled it up in my hand, the material warm and damp to my touch, before throwing them to the side. I knelt between Beth's feet and put my hands on her knees, gently but insistently pushing them open against the bed. She smiled at me, biting her bottom lip as her hands reached down between her legs and spread her lips for me, her juices slowly dripping onto the duvet. I couldn't resist and slowly lowered my head to her honeypot, the first stoke of my tongue eliciting a grateful sigh, her hands moving to the back of my head.

With her entire sex open and available to me, I left my tongue explore every inch of her labia, running either side of her wet slit before parting it with a long slow lick using the full width of my tongue. After repeating that action a few times, I let my tongue travel further upwards brushing the underside of her clitoris. A sharp gasp and a jerk of her hips was my reward, her nails digging into the back of my neck. As I continued these slow, teasing strokes of my tongue, Beth's hands moved from my head back to her body, pulling at the skin above her pussy to expose her clit from its hood.

"God, yes!" Beth moaned as I pursed my lips around the exposed bud, sucking on it gently. "Fuck!" she exclaimed breathlessly as my teeth closed around it, gently nibbling it as my tongue flicked against its head. Her legs were alternatively closing around me and flattening against the bed as I nibbled and licked her most sensitive area.

I returned my attention to the whole of her sex, setting back into a rhythm of long strokes, parting her lips and teasing her entrance before pressing against her clitoris. My pace increased as her freely flowing juices covered my chin, her hands now back on my head, clawing at me, urging me to continue.

"Yes, yes, yes," Beth almost screamed in time with my tongue, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge. With a final "Yes", Beth pulled me against her sex as her hips rose to me, not letting me move as her body gave in to her orgasm. I struggled to breathe as her pussy rubbed against me, her body flexing and gyrating. All too soon, the moment passed and her hands and legs relaxed, allowing me to move. "Please," was her one word request as I raised myself to take in her panting, flushed form, lust etched on her face.

Her eyes never left me as I eased off the bed. Facing her, I pushed my boxer shorts to the floor, standing to find her eyes glued to my erection, licking her lips. Her gaze travelled up to meet mine as I climbed onto the bed and crawled towards her, by hard cock swinging below, eager to find its mark. My head came above hers and we kissed once more my cock agonisingly close to her pussy.

I lifted my head up slightly and caught her eye, we both knew it was time for what we had been building up to. I shifted my weight onto one arm, but Beth shook her head, she moved one hand from my shoulders, where they had moved while we kissed, and stroked down my chest until she reached my erection. We held each others gaze as she took possession of my cock, directing it exactly where she wanted it. We both gave an intake of breath as she rubbed it along her slit, coating the head with her warm, sticky juices. A new intensity appeared in her eyes as she positioned me against her tight hole, her other hand moving down to my arse as encouragement to move forward.

In unison we let out the breath we had been holding as I shifted forwards and inch, just enough to lodge myself inside her waiting pussy. Beth's eyes closed for a moment as she felt herself close around me before opening, burning into me as she held my gaze once more.

I was genuinely worried about how long I would be able to last, I could almost feel my body shaking with the desire to fill this beauty with my cum. I started slow, just dipping my tip in and out of her, barely enough to get my full glans inside. Her tightness against my sensitive helmet felt so sensual, so perfect.

"More," Beth mouthed at me after a little while, her eyes pleading with me. A smile crossed her face as I gradually sank deeper and deeper into her velvety grip. Each new centimetre a extra layer to the already nearly overwhelming experience.

As I bottomed out, Beth raised her legs, crossing her ankles behind me, somehow finding another couple of centimetres for me to slide in further. We held each other for a moment, enjoying this moment of complete unity, our breathing deep and perfectly in sync. I started to move out slowly until I was barely still inside Beth and then equally slowly eased myself all the way back in, her soft walls parting before me before closing in around my cock once more.

Our eyes bored into each other as we moved together, gradually increasing our pace, a deep connection running through both of our bodies. Beth's hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as we lost ourselves in the moment. I could feel her channel tightening around me as our gasps turned into moans, slowly increasing in volume and intensity.

We were like one entity, working together for our mutual pleasure, our bodies slamming together as we descended into pure fucking, cumming together our only thought. Wordlessly, we both knew we were on the edge and slowed back to an almost crawl, my whole body tensing and tingling as it hovered on the edge of release. Beth's eyes glazed over, her mouth open wide as she contracted around me. I could have sworn my cock grew inside her in reponse as I drove into her one last time.

There was a moment of silence as our orgasms hit, overwhelming us for a moment as the first jet of cum erupted from my cock, Beth's back arching as she tensed against me. The silence was broken with a scream from Beth and a roar from me as we regained the ability to vocalise. Our bodies trembled and jerked against each other as I unloaded thick loads of sperm into her pulsating pussy, clinging to each other like lifeboats in the storm of our climax. Waves of pleasure crashing over and through us.

As the final vestiges of our shared orgasm faded, I rolled off Beth, leaving my arm draped across her as we both lay there, our panting the only sound. I was completely drained, both physically and emotionally, but had never felt so elated, I could only hope Beth felt the same. The emotion in the soft, tender kiss we shared seemed to suggested she might.

I must have dropped off because the next thing I knew, Beth was gently kissing me, her breasts resting heavily on my arm, her erect nipples pressing into me.

"I'm sorry," she said as my eyes flicked open, "I can't stop thinking about what you said about throwing me over the table. Can you walk me through it, please? I want to hear it from you."

"OK," I replied, gathering my thoughts, "When you open the door to me...."

"Actually," she interrupted, "Can we act it out?" I nodded, eager to please, especially if there was a chance of another round with this beauty.

She flashed me that beautiful smile once more and led me downstairs, both of us still naked, stopping at the front door. She indicated for me to go towards the door and I worried for a moment that she wanted me to go outside, but she just wanted me facing her as if she had opened the door.

"Go on," she encouraged.

"Well, you open the door to me," I began, "And the sight of you flicks a switch inside me." I pulled her towards me, kissing her passionately, open-mouthed, bodies pressed together. I start moving her backwards through the house. "As we kiss, I scan the surroundings," I continued, breaking the kiss briefly, "Searching for the right surface until my eyes lock on one and move us towards it." Our mouths joined once more as I eased us towards the table where we ate earlier until Beth's arse bumped against it. In a flash, I broke the kiss and span her around, pushing her firmly against the table.

"I then lift up your skirt or dress," I whispered, running my hands up the outside of her thighs, letting Beth imagine me lifting up her clothing to expose her underwear. "I feel how hot and wet you are through your knickers," I continued, running my hand between her legs, enjoying feeling her bare labia, wet with excitement rather than the moist cotton or lace I was describing. Beth purred in response, pushing herself against my hand.

"Then," I paused, "Then I unzip my trousers and wrestle my hard cock out, looking at you waiting for me as I do." A whimper of excitement escaped Beth's lips as her imagination filled in the visuals for her. "Not wanting to wait, I pull your knickers to one side and thrust myself deep into your hot, tight pussy." My actions followed by descriptions and I drove myself to the root into her waiting sex, both of us screaming with relief. "And then I fuck you hard and fast, as if nothing else matters in the world."

"Oh god, yes," Beth moaned as I gripped her hips and started thrusting my full length in and out of her as fast and as hard as I could, "Fuck me hard and deep!"

Her knuckles were white as she gripped the edge of the table, her glorious breasts squashed underneath her as I continued to ram in and out of her, my balls slapping against her. If earlier had been tender, beautiful love making, this was the polar opposite, simple, lust fuelled fucking. I was slightly amazed at how easy and comfortable we were already switching between the two.

Our moans rang out around the dark room as I drove my cock deep into Beth's tightening sex again and again, knowing that, despite having cum already tonight, this encounter wasn't going to last much longer. Beth was almost screaming as she matched me thrust for thrust, pushing back against me, taking me deeper than I thought possible until I couldn't hold out any more. With one final action, I filled Beth's depths with my cum, moaning and panting as I did so. Beth joined me, pushing back against the table as her climax united with mine.

Then there was silence, the room suddenly seemed much darker, the only sounds our heavy breathing. My cock softened and slipped out of Beth's warm grip followed by a couple of globs of my cum. Feeling me slip out of her, Beth turned to face me pulling me in for a soft tender kiss that contrasted with what had gone before.

"Promise me," she whispered huskily, "That we will do that for real one day." She kissed my lips once more, "Don't tell me when, don't ask for permission, just when the moment is right, do it." I smiled and nodded and we shared an embrace before we headed back to Beth's bed. We arrived to find Chewie had taken up residence and so squeezed around him and finally dropped off to sleep, for real this time.