My alarm went off at 7 AM. I reached up to hit the snooze button and felt her warmth beside me. Connie's sleepy eyes opened, and she half grinned at me. I pushed the snooze, wrapped my arm around her soft shoulder, and pulled her tighter.
Connie sighed and just snuggled in closer to me. Neither of us wanted to get up; we wanted the warm, comfortable feeling of waking up in your lover's arms to last forever. A new day was dawning, and with it, a new passion was swelling in my heart. Connie had opened her heart to me, and I gladly accepted the responsibility of filling her void there.
We didn't speak for the longest time that third morning. Our bodies had become one in the past two days, and I knew we were both thinking of our minds and souls melting together just as our bodies had.
She said, “Philly, I’m feeling something I didn’t think I’d ever feel again.”
"I think we should nurture the feelings we are both having; let's see if they grow," I said.
She smiled and said, "I'd like that."
Connie kissed me on the cheek, slid out of bed, pulled my soft, warm comforter, and wrapped it around her body as she walked toward the bathroom.
Maybe I didn't say what she had hoped for and that she wanted to be alone for a few minutes. I felt like I may be falling in love with her, but before I said those words, I wanted to make sure we weren't just lusting for each other and confusing that lust for love. I wanted to see if my feelings would grow without making incredible love with her.
Connie came back into my bedroom wearing my long black terry cloth bathrobe. She had brushed her hair out and looked incredible for having just woken up. She sat on the edge of the bed and took my hand in hers.
“Philly, we should talk.” She whispered.
The tone of her voice and the expression on her face told me that she was worried about what the outcome of our conversation would be.
"I know what you're thinking," I said.
Connie replied, "No, you don't know what I'm thinking."
"Okay, tell me what you're thinking then," I asked.
Connie took a deep breath and held my hand between hers. She looked very nervous, almost to the point where I expected to see tears in her eyes.
She said, "Philly, since we met, we've become good friends and, in the last few days, incredible lovers. It scares me to think where we may be headed. I have so many doubts and fears about myself. I am so used to having the men in my life use me and hurt me physically or mentally that I've put up an emotional wall around myself. I just wanted you…..”
I interrupted her to say, "The last few weeks have been something special, and I agree that yesterday and the day before were nothing short of spectacular. Let's take our time and see if our relationship continues to grow. If, as I believe, it does, any emotional barrier you have in place will melt away quickly."
"But that's what scares me most," Connie said. "What if it doesn't melt away?"
I pondered her statement momentarily before answering, "If it doesn't, then we will be the closest possible best friends."
Connie smiled and rubbed my hand between hers. She said, "You know, that's one of the things I love about you so much. You always know exactly what to say to put my mind at ease."
I placed my free hand alongside her jaw and gently caressed her there as I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. Connie sighed and pressed her face a little firmer against my palm.
Breaking our kiss, Connie said, "Now, it's my turn to make you breakfast. Take your shower, and I'll bring you hot coffee shortly."
As she stood and started toward my kitchen, I noticed that sexy little bounce I love so much in her walk. I knew from her step that I'd put her mind at ease. I knew the real challenge would be putting her heart and soul at ease, also.
I showered, quickly letting the hot water fill my small bathroom with a fog of steam. Stepping from the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and used my palm to wipe a clear circle in the mirror over the sink. As I lathered my face with shaving cream, Connie knocked lightly on the door.
She pushed it open a few inches and said, “You decent?”
I laughed at her rather silly question and said, "No, but if you want, I can lose this towel."
Connie set a hot cup of coffee on the sink and asked, "Can I watch you shave?"
"Sure, but if I let you watch me shave, you have to let me watch you shave some time, too," I replied.
"Deal, if you'd like, I'll let you shave me," she said
I smiled a big, wide, white shaving cream smile at her and made a mental note that I would look forward to doing just that. Connie leaned against the wall and watched intently as I moved the razor over my face. She seemed to be trying to remember which way I shaved to get as close as possible. I took a fingertip of shaving cream and dabbed it on the tip of her nose, and she giggled. Splashing water on my face and grabbing a small towel, I dried my face and then splashed on some aftershave. Connie moved closer to me and slid her hand along my face.
"Hmmm... Nice and smooth, I won't have to worry about stubble burns on my thighs tonight," she said
I teased her, saying, "And what makes you think these cheeks will be near your thighs tonight?"
She just smiled and let her robe fall open, showing off her incredible body.
"You're bored with this already?" She said playfully.
I put my finger to my chin like I was thinking it over. "Three in a row, I don't know if I'm up to it."
"Let me worry about getting you up to it," She said before she giggled lustfully.
I finished up in the bathroom and started dressing for work. Connie watched me intently as I picked out what I would wear to the store that day. I was scheduled to open, so I only had an hour before I needed to be at Andover.
I asked Connie, "What's your schedule today?"
She replied, I start at eleven and get off at eight tonight."
“Good, I can hang out from six to eight, then we can grab a bite to eat and do something tonight.”
Connie smiled at me, happy that I wanted to be with her again that night.
"Great, I was hoping you would want to see me again tonight," she said.
We sat at my small kitchen table and talked over our breakfast. She seemed very relaxed and quite at home in my apartment. I was glad Connie felt comfortable here because I planned on having her there as much as possible, even if I hadn't told her that yet.
She asked, "So what are we going to do tonight?"
I grinned and said, "We'll figure out something interesting."
Finishing my coffee, I washed out the cup and grabbed my travel mug. Filling it to the brim, I set it on the counter and turned to Connie.
"I'm going to get going," I said.
"But I'm not dressed yet," Connie replied.
"It's okay, take your time, hun. Shower if you like, and I'll see you when you get to the mall," I said.
Connie had to drive to her place to get dressed, so instead of hanging out at my place, she quickly dressed and got ready to leave when I did.
I stood in the doorway to my bedroom and watched her as she slid my bathrobe off, admiring her incredible body in the daylight that streamed through the window. Connie's body is so well-proportioned. Her breasts are full but not huge. The areola surrounding her nipples is a perfect circle and a shade or two lighter in color than the nipples. Her stomach is perfectly flat, and her belly button is so cute. I especially love the way her hips flare out from her waist. She has muscular thighs that are shapely and very feminine. She turned toward me as she carefully covered herself with her thong.
She smiled and cocked her head a little to one side before saying, "Do you like my body?"
I grinned at her and said, "Do I like your body?" "What do you think?"
She replied, "I hope you like it."
"Connie, there isn't one thing I'd change about your body; you could be a model if you wanted to," I remarked.
As Connie put on her bra, she said, "I'm too full-figured to be a runway model. But I've often thought that it would be such a turn-on to do some erotic modeling."
“Porn?” I asked,
"Not hardcore stuff, but maybe some lingerie or semi-naked modeling." She replied.
"I'll make a mental note of that," I said with a devilish grin.
She slipped her slacks on as she said, "Good, I was hoping you would."
Connie finished dressing and strolled over to me. She leaned into my arms as I hugged her close to me. I kissed her softly on the lips and offered the tip of my tongue to her, which she happily accepted.
She whispered, "Thank you, baby, for an incredible night. I can hardly wait for tonight."
I kissed her again before I said, "We will make every night incredible."
I grabbed my coffee mug and keys from the table beside the door; I opened the door to my apartment to leave for the mall.
Connie slipped out beside me and took my hand in hers. We walked together to our cars. I took her keys, unlocked the door, and opened it for her.
She smiled and commented, "A gentleman always, I love that."
She slid into the driver's seat, and I leaned down to kiss her once more before she left. A soft, sensual kiss, a kiss that would have us both wanting more as soon as we were together again.
"Later, babe," I said as I closed the car door.
She smiled at me through the window and turned the key. I watched her drive off, thinking how lucky I am to finally have such a sexy, passionate woman in my life. I hope that the passion we share now will grow into something even more spectacular.
I made it to Andover with ten minutes to spare. My assistant, Ken, was scheduled to start work at noon. I figured that since I would stay till eight when Connie got off, I'd start working on the change over to our holiday display windows.
Mornings are slow in the men's shoe business, so I'd be able to get quite a bit done, and after Ken got in, we could spend the afternoon getting set up for the holiday season.
Stripping the display windows takes no time at all. I've done it many times and have it all down to a science. By a quarter of ten, the window was bare. I measured out the bright red base fabric and stapled it in place.
Earlier in the week, I had picked up a train set at one of the toy stores in the mall. I'd made a deal with the manager to put a sign on one of the cars that this set was available at his store, so it cost me nada. He even threw enough track to snake it through the maze of shoes displayed in the window.
I made short work of setting up the train and made a couple of test runs to ensure it would stay on track for the next month. While the train ran around, I finished my now cold mug of coffee.
It was ten-fifteen. I walked to the front of the store and looked at the train running around my window display when I felt a presence behind me. I didn't turn around because if it was Connie, I didn't want to spoil her surprise.
A familiar, sexy voice said, "Do you like playing with trains, little boy." She giggled after asking the obvious question.
Without turning around, I said, "Why yes, I do. I especially like the little caboose. It reminds me of another cute little caboose."
Connie said, "So you think I have a cute little caboose?"
I finally turned around. I had a snappy comeback about her sexy little caboose, but I was shocked and speechless at how incredible she looked.
Connie was wearing a tight burgundy sweater and a white pleated skirt. Her hair cascaded down onto her shoulders and spread evenly in front and across her back. Her eyes sparkled. Her lips shimmered. Her smile told me my reaction was precisely what she was hoping for.
“Connie, You look incredible!” I exclaimed.
She smiled and did a pirouette to show me the back of her outfit and then said, "How's the caboose looking?"
I smiled and said, "Sexiest caboose I've ever seen."
"Good, I'm glad you think so." She replied. "Let's sneak in the back for a minute. I want to show you something."
Connie didn't wait for me to agree or say anything. She just turned and started walking toward the doorway to my stock room. I let her get a step or two ahead of me and watched her ass sway to and fro as she walked. The skirt moved with her hips, and I felt a stirring in my loins thinking about what that skirt covered.
As we entered the stock room, she continued walking toward the far wall, stopping within reach of the ceiling-high shelves of shoe boxes. I stopped behind her and leaned against a stack of shipping cartons UPS had delivered earlier. She didn't turn to face me; instead, turning at the hips and looked at me over her shoulder. She had a devilish grin on her lips.
Connie said, "Tell me again what you think of my sexy caboose."
While she spoke those words, she spread her feet further apart, bent at the hips, and slid her hands down the front of her legs to her shoes. Her skirt lifted in the back, revealing an incredible pair of sexy lace-topped thigh-high stockings.
The stirring I'd felt in my loins a few seconds earlier turned into stiffening at the zipper of my slacks. I stood there, mesmerized by the incredible image of Connie's sexy legs.
Slowly, she moved her hands from the front of her legs to her heels. Her hands began a slow slide up the back of her legs. Across perfectly shaped calf muscles, into the crook of her knees, and upward onto a pair of thighs, I'd kill to have wrapped around my waist.
Her hands reached the tops of her stockings and continued up. The material of her skirt gathered along her wrists and moved with her hands. She didn't stop until her hands had slid up across her creamy smooth ass. Her dress flipped up onto her back, exposing her incredible ass. Naked except for the sexiest white satin thong I'd ever seen.
That stiffening at my zipper turned into a colossal bulge, and my cock strained against the material that held it in place.
I was speechless until Connie asked, "So, want to play with my caboose?"
I stumbled for the words as Connie slid her hands down onto her ass and spread her fingers over her cheeks. She pulled them apart, showing me the thin strip of white satin covering her pussy and asshole. Her nails were tipped with the same burgundy color as her sweater.
She hooked a finger under the thin white satin strip of material and pulled it to one side, exposing her pussy to my staring eyes.
She again asked, "Do you want to play with my caboose, want to stick your hot locomotive in my cute little caboose?"
Connie swayed her ass back and forth, enticing me to drive my hot erect locomotive deep into her tight little caboose.
I didn't say a word. But Connie knew by the sound of the store entry buzzer being activated that I wanted more than anything to enter her sexy tunnel with my long, hard locomotive.
She looked around at me with a lustful look on her face. Her hands spread the cheeks of her ass further apart as I approached from behind. I unzipped my pants and reached inside for the throttle of my locomotive. Her pussy lips parted as I positioned myself for entry. My cock stood at attention from the front of my slacks.
I pressed the tip against her parted pussy lips, and it slipped between the soft, warm portals of her tunnel of love.
Connie moaned deeply when my cock entered her. She released her grip on her ass cheeks and moved her hands to the edge of the shelf in front.
Before I could put my locomotive forward, she pushed back and buried me inside. She was hot; I grabbed her hips and began moving back and forth in and out of her sexy, wet tunnel. She groaned as my cock rammed into her full steam ahead.
"Oh god, I've waited all morning to feel you stuff me with your cock." She exclaimed.
I could only muster a deep throaty moan as I slammed against her ass.
We both knew this would be a fast, hard fuck, a morning quickie before some early mall shopper disrupted this incredible fuck.
As I fucked her hard and fast, she said, "Yes, give me a pussy full of your hot cum." I want to spend my day with your seed inside me!"
She pushed her sweet pussy back against me, and I slammed into her with everything I could. There was no slowing, no taking our time; I wanted to explode inside her as fast as possible and give her what she craved. I
I finally spoke, "You're so fucking hot, so wet, so incredibly tight.
"I've been hot and wet for you all morning; now I want you to soak my pussy and keep me hot and wet all day," Connie said.
I felt my balls tighten, and the cum began to boil up from the tight sack of my scrotum. I groaned, and my approaching orgasm began to build.