On Saturday morning, I realized we hadn’t set up another date, so I called her just after ten. No answer, but I was pretty sure this was her cell phone. When I called again in two hours, she picked up and I could hear some background noise.

“I’m busy for most of the weekend,” was her answer. My cock shriveled in disappointment.

I begged a little, and finally she said, “All right, I should be home by five on Sunday. Anytime after.”

I turned on the TV to watch the big game and patted my crotch. “A little over twenty-four hours, chub.”

Later on, I wandered down to the court and played some pick-up games till after dark. I returned home pleasantly tired, but soon found myself in front of the computer, turning to my favorite porn channel. With a beer in one hand and my best friend in the other, I beat the banana watching some really agile girls. It was reassuring to know that I was still turned on by real boobs. Watching how they changed shape as they flopped around, the big nipples swaying in different patterns, I shot my wad most happily.

Feeling content, I found the category for Big Tits. Talk about aversion therapy; either taut with silicon, or flabby pillows bouncing along with their rolls of fat. For curiosity, I wandered over to Small Tits. Scrawny girls mostly, almost anorexic, and all with shaved pussies. Not what I was after, so I went on to Doggy Style and jacked off twice more before I was ready to toddle off to bed.

The next day, I found myself in her driveway almost an hour early. Her car was gone and I felt a little silly, so I pulled out to run a few errands. When I returned at quarter to five, her car was in the driveway.

She answered the door wearing a little black business suit, stockings and heels.

“Early again. Just couldn’t wait, huh?” she commented as I stepped in.

“You weren’t at church or something?” I asked uneasily.

“Bog no,” she replied. “I had to do a thing for work.”

She looked down at the bottles clutched in my hand. “Planning to get me drunk and take advantage of me?”

“Something like that,” I grinned. I’d brought tequila and some margarita mix. “Hope you have some ice?”

I followed her into the kitchen, where she took off her jacket and hung it on a chair. I could see straps under the pink silk blouse, maybe a slip or maybe a camisole. I wondered if she was wearing pantyhose or thigh highs.

“I was going to make myself an espresso, but a drink sure sounds good,” she said. “I’m so tired of making small talk with a bunch of strangers.”

She picked up a carton of milk and a can of whipped cream to return to the refrigerator. I hadn’t noticed the whip cream in her fridge before. We could do some interesting things with that.

She came back to the counter with an ice tray and dropped the cubes into the glasses I’d found. “Do you want me to dig out my blender, or is rocks okay?”

I assured her I was fine with that, and poured out the mix with slightly more tequila than the recipe called for. She took a sip and nodded. I followed her into the front room, even though I wanted to bend her over the table and see what was under that skirt. It was tight on her hips, but came down just below her knees. Still, it looked good on her trim body.

She sat back on the couch with her legs stretched out under the coffee table and I sat down next to her.

“They make you work on weekends, too?” I asked.

“I had to go to a convention downtown. I’ll get comp time off for it.” She took a few slugs of the margarita. “That really hits the spot.”

While I wondered whether to turn on the TV, she got up. “Back in a minute.”

I heard the toilet flush down the hall, and she came back barelegged. She sat down with her legs curled under her and picked up her drink. As my hand wandered over, she said, “That’s not an invitation, I just hate pantyhose. Let me unwind a little.”

Agreeably, I turned on the TV. Maybe I could buy her a garter belt and stockings. Black or white lace would be equally hot.

She finished her drink in a few minutes. “I think I’ll have another, how about you?”

I polished mine off quickly and followed her into the kitchen. While she was pouring, I put my hands on her hips. She didn’t object, so I inched her skirt up for a peek. Wow, tiny pink bikinis with just a skinny string in her crack. She turned around and handed me my glass.

“Anticipation, remember?” she said as she smoothed the skirt down. At least I’d gotten a quick look at the little pouch barely covering her mound.

Back on the couch, she sipped her drink in silence. Then she turned off the TV and faced me.

“Listen, we have to talk.”

Four dreaded words. “Okay,” I said quietly.

“Well... this has really been the best sex I’ve ever had. I think I’ve had more orgasms this past week than I’ve had my whole life.” She paused. “But I think we’re getting a little obsessive here.”

I waited cautiously to see where this was going.

She sighed. “We’ve been screwing like crazy every almost every day. I have to be at my desk at seven in the morning, ready to deal with my customers. And I haven’t been really on the ball lately…. So I think we should cut it down to once or twice a week.”

I wasn’t sure I was hearing this right, and said heroically, “Maybe we could go out together sometimes, too.”

She smiled over the rim of her glass. “That’s a little pointless, isn’t it? We don’t really have much in common besides sex. I’m not looking for another relationship. I’ve been through that a couple of times already…. But I’d like you to keep coming over, just not every day, okay?”

I looked at her in awe. “How often?”

“I was thinking Friday nights and maybe Sundays, too, if that works for you.”

That was five weekdays in between, but a minute ago I thought I was losing this great piece of ass. “That’s good for me. I want to keep seeing you too. ”

“Good,” she said and leaned back against the arm of the couch.

“Do you want me to stay for a while tonight? It’s Sunday…” I was trying not to beg like a puppy dog.

She stretched out her legs toward me. “Well yeah, I did buy this undie set just for you.” What an awesome little slut.

I put both hands on her legs and stroked them slowly, gradually moving higher. One of my hands might be a little cold from clutching my drink so hard, but it warmed up by the time I reached her thighs.

“Very hot,” I said, with my thumbs caressing the skinny thong under her twat. I pulled her over to straddle me, and her skirt slipped down a little. I slid my hands under it and wrapped them around her little butt, massaging gently while she moved her hips in response. When I was sure she could feel my hard-on, I pulled the crotch string to one side and slipped a finger into her slot. She pumped on it slowly, and put her hands on my shoulders when I pushed in another finger. She slid herself up and down, sighing, her pussy juices sluicing my hand. I finally pulled my hands out to unbuckle and unzip my jeans. She rose up on her knees while I shoved them to my knees, waiting for me to pull her panties down.

Instead, I pulled the hem of her skirt down to her knees, then stretched the crotch string again and guided my dick inside her. Clutching her ass cheeks, I had both hands under the tunnel of her skirt and my cock in the tunnel of her cunt. I kept her riding me slowly for a long time, it was so hot with her looking prim and proper in her little business clothes.

Finally I said, “Take off your blouse. I want to see this matching set.“

Without pausing her strokes, she unbuttoned and pulled it off, revealing a loose pink camisole with string straps. Her nipples poked it out just a little, but I could barely see the cupcakes.

“Pull the straps down.” She teased me by doing just that.

“Very pretty, but pull the whole thing down to show me your boobs.” Now she pulled it down around her waist.

I clutched her ass and the panty crotch tighter. She was pumping me so slowly her baby boobs weren’t jiggling at all. She started lingering on the downstroke, pushing my cock in deep. When she rose up, a nipple came my way and I grabbed a quick suck on it. Next time, I sucked the other tit. She got the idea and leaned a different tit to my mouth each time.

My thumb was now stroking her crack, and I pressed it against her asshole. She caught her breath but didn’t say anything, so I kept it there and started pumping my rod up into her. My balls were getting tight. I swallowed one whole boob and started jackhammering deep. Soon her walls were quivering and they clutched my cock tight as she came, almost silently this time. I could feel my own cum spurting over the head and down the sides of my rod. I moaned and let go of her panties.

I put my arms around her and pulled her close. She was sighing and I dropped a kiss on her shoulder. Vaguely, I wondered if we’d ever really kissed on the mouth.

She swung herself off me, and I stroked her leg through the still rucked-up skirt. My poor dick looked so helpless, I pulled my jeans up, but didn’t button them. She patted the front of my jockeys and reached for her drink. She started to pull her camisole up with the other hand, but I stopped her.

“No, don’t do that….I like the look,” I said.

“The thoroughly-fucked look?” She leaned her head against the back of the couch and stretched her legs out to the floor. “Man, we are really compatible, aren’t we?”

“The best,” I answered. After we finished off our now watered-down drinks, I stood up.

“Another drink, or should we adjourn to the bedroom?”

“Half a glass, please. Just to keep the buzz on. “ she answered.

When I returned, she had pulled up her shoulder straps. We polished off the refills quickly, then I guided her to the bedroom.

“Remember, you’re not staying too late tonight,” she yawned.

We curled up on the bed together, spoon fashion, and I cuddled a cloth-covered tit. Actually, the camisole was really soft material, so it felt pretty good. She yawned again and reached back to unbutton her waistband.

“That’s not a hint,” she murmured. “It’s just too tight.”

I smiled and yawned too, but I wasn’t ready to sleep. After she dozed off, I carefully pulled the skirt up to her waist again. Really cute little panties. I slipped my hand between her legs, and soon my fingers found their way to the pleasure chute. I finger-fucked her very slowly, my whole hand under her panties, and she mumbled in her sleep. I stroked her ass cheeks, then pulled the panties down to her ankles. She stirred and rolled over onto her belly.

I pulled my cock out and stroked until he started to perk up, then got up to take off my clothes and shoes. I stood watching my little fuck-bunny with her panties down while I pumped myself to a full hard-on. I lay down beside her and massaged her thighs and ass. She woke up a little and opened her legs, so I pulled the skirt down to her ankles and lay down on top of her. Holding onto her shoulders , I snuggled my cock vertically against her soft wet gash. She moaned and spread her legs out as far as the clothes around her feet would allow. I stuffed myself into the tunnel, and it was so tight I held still for a while, then pushed in deeper.

I pulled her arms down to her sides, so her little body was entirely underneath me. I pumped slowly, barely pulling out at all. She tried to raise her hips to me, but I held her legs down with mine. Grabbing her wrists for traction, I pulled myself deeper inside and humped it slowly. I loved the feel of her bare ass tucked just above my rod. She was limp and moaning beneath me as I tried to screw my balls inside her cunt. When I came, I grunted with each spurt, and stayed sprawled on top of her while the rush subsided.

She shifted her head to breathe better and I nuzzled her neck. Eventually, I slid off but kept an arm around her back. She smiled at me.

“All right?” I asked.

“Mmm, nice,” she answered. “Different, but nice.”

I stroked the soft camisole, and asked casually, “Have you ever taken it in the ass?”

“No,” she said clearly.

“Some people think it’s really hot.”

She said, “I don’t know why,” and closed her eyes.

I let it slide and yawned. “Want another drink before I go?”

“Uh-uh, and you’d better not either. You’re driving.”

“I suppose so.” She was kicking off the skirt and panties, so I helped draw the bedcover over her. She had a little beard-burn on her butt from my pube hair.

I stroked a finger over the top of a soft boob. “Five whole days before I can see you again?”

“Yup,” she answered.

I massaged her boobie with my whole hand. “Not even an afternoon quickie in between?”

“Well…,” she considered. “Maybe you could surprise me once during the week.”

I kissed her cheek and got dressed. I was sure I could come up with ways to surprise her.