Saturday morning.
Simon woke alongside Anna the next morning, and lay there a little while studying the beauty of the young woman sleeping beside him. There was a look of serene satisfaction on her face, and he smiled as he recalled their first encounter last night.
Suddenly, her eyes flashed open and her demeanour changed instantly when she saw him. Where there had been a calm, peaceful quietness about her face, there was now an intense, fierce and lustful look in her shining hazel eyes.
She pouted at him, and said, “Good morning, Simon! I hope you are well rested; you promised me a lively weekend, and I intend to hold you to it!”
“And I intend to fulfil my promises, Anna. I am a man of my word. But I think I only promised to count the ways I love you, so we need to agree some priorities, I think. First of all I need a shower, but you need to show me the way around your apartment; all we did last night was come straight to your bedroom!”
She reached under the covers, to feel Simon's body, and stroke from his chest down over his belly, until her fingers danced along his soft cock, then down one thigh. Her sharp nails scraped up the inside of his thigh, and she toyed with his balls, while she rested her head on his chest.
Simon laughed and said, “Don't go too far, too fast, Anna! We need to pace ourselves, so lets get to the shower and talk about the day ahead.”
Reluctantly, Anna sat up in the bed and threw the covers aside. She clambered over Simon's body in a pretence of getting out of bed, but took slow sensual pleasure in doing so, and gave him a kiss on the lips as she rose to stand by the bed. She held out her hand for him to take and turned towards the door, leading him along behind her.
She led him a short distance to the bathroom; they were both naked, and Simon's senses were on high alert in this strange, unknown apartment. She had told him that her flat-mate was away, but Simon could hear definite sounds of movement around the lower floor, and asked whether they were truly alone now.
“Don't worry about that,” said Anna, “Emma and I know each other very well, and I'm sure its already been noted that I have 'company', so we won't be interrupted.”
She led Simon into a luxurious bathroom, with a vast shower and wet-room area. The water was hot and plentiful, and there was plenty of space for the two of them. In fact, there was much more space than they truly needed, because they clasped each other close together under the overhead shower.
The water flowed over them as they kissed, and Anna pressed her soft breasts against Simon's body. She soaped them lightly and slid them back and forth, up and down, the pink nipples now hardening against Simon's chest, while her soapy hands slid down his back and pulled his hips against hers.
He soaped her body thoroughly, his hands sliding easily over her, and his long fingers probing everywhere, while their kisses got ever deeper and more passionate.
Anna looked up at him and said, “I'll have to make sure your cock is clean after last night's exertions, Simon!” She dropped to her knees and took Simon between her hands, soaping his balls and stroking his ever-growing cock into full hardness.
“There!” she said, “That is magnificent, Simon. Are you ready to start counting yet?”
“I think we should start from last night, don't you?” said Simon, “So our next effort will only be our second of the weekend.”
He pressed her against the wet tiled wall, his cock reaching up against her belly, while she draped her arms over his shoulders and linked her hands behind his neck. His slippery cock moved against her, and her slippery breasts moved against him.
His hands slid down her flanks, over her hips, and he bent slightly to run them down the back of her thighs, pulling her hard against him. It was clear what he wanted, and Anna wanted it too.
She pressed against him, slightly bending her legs to allow him to raise her thighs around him, and slide her body up the tiled wall, while she pulled his shoulders towards her.
As she rose up the wall, Simon's hard cock sprang free between her legs, and the head nuzzled against her pussy lips. She wriggled against him, urging him to enter her, but for a moment or two he held her suspended above his manhood, while she pressed his face between her breasts.
The water flowed down between them as Simon slowly lowered her onto his cock, and she gasped as he went ever deeper inside her, wriggling to explore all the sensations inside her.
Finally, she was fully impaled, and sandwiched against the shower wall, and she squealed as her throbbing clit pressed hard against the root of Simon's cock. She shuddered throughout her body as they stood still there together, just enjoying the merging of their bodies into each other.
After a few moments of appreciating that pleasure, Simon took Anna's weight, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, holding him deep inside her. He stood back from the shower wall, and slowly stepped carefully across the bathroom, carrying Anna clamped to him like a limpet.
Every gentle step caused sensational feelings deep inside Anna. The subtle shifts of pressure inside her, as Simon's cock explored her depths, were preparing her for an ecstatic climax, if only he would thrust into her. She tried to wriggle on his cock, and even to lift herself up and down, but it was not enough.
Anna shouted out, “Fuck me, Simon! For God's sake fuck me!”
He carried her a step or two further, allowing him to rest her ass on the washstand, and withdraw his cock ready to plunge into her. Anna threw back her head, and raised her knees, praying that Simon would thrust deeply into her.
After a moments pause, he did just that, and the collision of their bodies caused her to squeal loudly, not just once, but again and again as he slammed hard into her. Her legs were spread and her pussy was spread wide, to accommodate the thick cock which plunged into her over and over again.
In a matter of minutes, they were both gasping with the effort, but Anna could not delay any longer, and wrapped herself around Simon, shaking and shivering with orgasmic release on his thrusting cock.
That triggered Simon's release too, and he stopped after one last thrust into her. They both shook as his cum pulsed up through his cock and shot deep inside her. It seemed like an endless flow, but eventually it did subside, while their mouths locked in passionate, tongue-twisting embrace.
Simon lowered Anna from the washstand, and she stood in front of him on shaking legs. She looked up into his eyes, and he thought she seemed almost tearful, so he hugged her close and asked if she was OK.
She was certainly OK, she said, but was feeling a bit emotionally overwhelmed by their second engagement of the weekend.
“We may think of another way, Simon,” she said, “but I can't believe we'll improve on THAT! It was the most sensational fuck I've had since.... well, since last night!” she laughed.
Simon said, “ We mustn't start giving marks out of ten, Anna!” he said. “We should enjoy each occasion as a unique experience, to be enjoyed for itself, not compared.”
“You're right, of course,” said Anna, “but I think maybe we need another shower now! Then we can take stock of the day ahead. I think we've missed Breakfast, but perhaps a Saturday Brunch would be in order?”
They quickly and clinically showered again, and Anna led Simon back to her room.
Simon needed to return to his own apartment briefly, for a change of clothes and some bathroom articles, so Anna said she'd prepare some Brunch for his return. He was a little unsettled when she also said she'd introduce him to her flat-mate, Emma, when he got back.
Saturday afternoon.
Simon returned quickly- his apartment was only a street or two away- with his necessary items.
He was introduced to Emma, who was similar in age to Anna, and clearly in a similarly professional and well-paid role. She was dressed immaculately, even though she was at home on a Saturday!
She was also shapely, but with dark blonde hair to her shoulders, and bright blue eyes, beneath arched brows. She was just a little shorter than Anna, with slightly more pronounced hips and breasts.
Simon was not at all sure how much Anna had confided to her friend before he had returned for Brunch, so he was cautious in his comments, but clearly Emma was aware that they had spent Friday night together at the apartment. She also recognised that Anna was happy and enervated in his company, and was pleased for her friend.
It was clear that she was also highly amused by his presence, and probably at his discomfiture, and she teased Simon about whether he had had a good shower this morning. He was sure she had heard them.
After their meal, Anna took Simon by the hand, and said, “ We are going to... rest now, Emma. We will see you later.”
Emma's eyebrows arched even more, and she smiled as they headed up the stairs again, noting Simon's hand casually helping Anna's ass up the steps.
When they reached Anna's room again, she asked whether Simon was prepared to continue, and suggested mutual soixante-neuf as a delightful way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
He agreed, but emphasised that, in his experience, simultaneous action was less satisfying than alternating attention.
Simon said he absolutely adored giving oral (and Anna trembled inside as she heard him say that) but had to concentrate fully on it, without any distraction. He also wanted to receive her oral attention, of course, but suggested that that could follow later.
Anna was delighted to agree, and they each undressed the other sensually, as they had done last night. By the time they were both naked, Anna was wet and her pink pussy lips were pouting openly, while Simon's cock was again hard and throbbing, pointing vertically to the sky, with a drop of pre-cum leaking from the swollen tip.
Simon guided Anna to sit on the edge of the bed, and laid her body back, spreading her thighs, while he kneeled between them. His focus was entirely on Anna's pussy, but first he stroked one inner thigh from her knee to her pouting lips, while his tongue licked up the other thigh, to the same destination. She gasped when his finger and tongue reached her pussy simultaneously.
This was repeated with finger and tongue switching to the other thighs, and then repeated again and again.
Eventually, Anna could not bear to wait any longer, and grasped Simon's head the next time it reached her pussy, forcing him against her. He freed himself but took the hint!
While his pointed tongue lapped up each side of her pussy, spreading the outer lips wide, one hand pressed upwards on her mound, to expose her clit, while the other used his long fingers to probe between her inner lips, and part them wide.
Her dark inner depths were now exposed to his close-up view, and he could see her liquid honey oozing from her, lubricating the entire area and coating his fingers with slick juice. He spread it up and down her pussy lips, and circled her clit with his fingertips, while she squeaked with each stroke and rocked her hips against him.
Finally, he delved his tongue as deep as he could inside her vagina, swirling it around the clenching rim, before moving his mouth to clamp over her clit.
While he sucked and circled her clit with his lips and tongue, one long finger, then two, were probing inside her, stretching her open, moving steadily in and out of her, and curling up inside her to find her most sensitive spots.
She began to groan and gasp as her orgasm built to a climax; Simon joined her rhythm, with his tongue and fingers, while she rocked her hips back and forth against him, with increasing speed and urgency.
Much as she wished this could continue forever, it clearly could not, and her groans turned to louder and louder moans, following each other more and more quickly, until she was issuing one long, loud, never-ending sound. The sound trembled as she began to shake, and her arms and legs thrashed wildly about her, until a sudden silence and stillness fell upon her. Her orgasm peaked, and it was as though she had fallen off a cliff, and was suspended in mid-air, floating in nothingness.