After work, I dashed home for a quick shower and change. Just before six o’clock, I was on her doorstep with a take-out bag and a six-pack. A thunderstorm had cooled the afternoon, and she was wearing a silky blouse loose over another pair of baggy cotton trousers. The TV was on in a corner of the living room.

We looked at each other a little awkwardly, and I leaned down to peck her cheek. This was feeling like a first date.

“Star Trek,” I said. “Voyager is my favorite.”

She took the bag from my hand. “Do you want to eat in here or the kitchen?”

Thinking of what we’d done on that table, I answered hastily, “In front of the TV is great.”

Putting the bag down on a coffee table, she said, “I’ll get some plates and a bottle-opener.”

When she came back and laid things out on the low table, I could see black panties under the white trousers. She sat down close enough to me and we dished out the food. She’d brought glasses for the beer, but I liked mine out of the bottle. She poured herself a half-glass.

“You don’t like beer? Maybe I should have brought some wine?”

“No, I’m not much of a wine drinker. And beer goes better with Thai,” she answered, then smiled a little. “ Actually, I usually just drink the hard stuff.” I filed that away for future use.

The TV helped fill the gaps in our conversation. When Seven of Nine came on with her skin tight suit, I had to remind myself that the little tits next to me came paired with a tight little twat hole. I slid an arm around her and my hand found a cupcake.

“Do you ever wear a bra?”

She shook her head. “Don’t really need one, do I? I never outgrew my training bra.”

“I kind of like your little tits.” I wrapped my fingers around the base and pulled them out to her nipples, tugging lightly until they started to perk up. “Just exactly a mouthful.”

I unbuttoned her blouse slowly and whispered, “I’m ready for dessert…” I leaned down, wrapped my mouth around the little jug and started sucking. Before long, she was stretched out underneath me, her hands stroking my back as I tried to decide which one tasted better. My boner was pressed hard against her thigh and she slid down to push her mound against it. Soon we were dry-humping like teenagers.

I pulled up. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

I steered her by the hips and stopped at the bed to pull her butt against me. “Let’s take it slow,” I said and wrapped my arms around her, one hand cupping each tit. I fondled her for a bit, then slipped the blouse down over her shoulders and nuzzled her neck. She smelled like she was fresh out of the shower. I pulled the sleeves off her arms, tossed the blouse aside and turned her to face me. I sucked on one taut nipple as I untied the string of the waistband, then nibbled downward as I pulled her trousers down. She was wearing black lace panties. After I lifted each foot out of the trouser legs, I stood back up again and looked over her slim body. She didn’t have an ounce of fat beyond the little boobs and ass.

I laid her spread-eagle on the bed, and she watched while I undressed. I even took off my shoes this time. I knelt between her legs and adjusted her arms until I found a position that flattened out her tits like poached eggs. The black lace gave only an impeded view of my target, so I pulled the panties down over her muff. I used my thumbs to stroke her cunt flaps and she moaned and clutched the bedcover. Finally I pulled the panties off and spread her legs out as far as they would go.

Even though I’m a pussy man, I’m not wild about eating it. But those crooked lips glistening with juice sure looked good. I carefully spread the damp ginger hairs away from her slit and took a lick. She gasped. I leaned down again and rimmed my tongue around her juice box. It tasted pretty good mixed with the slight residue of sweet Thai sauce, and before long I was munching her muffin heartily. Her moans got higher-pitched and she started twitching, so I held her legs down while I slurped. When I moved up to suck her little button, she screamed and burst into orgasm.

I was ready to burst myself as I watched her quivering cunt and thighs while I discreetly wiped my mouth off on my arm. When she settled down a little, I stuffed my cock inside and lay down on top of her, missionary style. I pumped her slowly, and kept her arms pinned down wide. As I thrust deeper into that amazing wet glove, I wanted to see if her flattened boobs were jiggling. I lifted myself up a bit and looked down. They were swaying just a little in counterpoint to our hips. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in. I could feel her trying to rub her clit against my pole with each thrust. I kept it steady and slow to make it last. When we were both sweaty and grunting, I puckered my lips around one little nipple and sucked in rhythm to my squirts of cum.

I sprawled on top of her until our sweat cooled, and rolled off onto my back. I took her hand and whispered, “Was that good for you too?”

She giggled and dropped her knees down. “That gets a wow. An A plus.”

I licked my dry lips. “I sure could use a beer. Want one?”

She shook her head. I struggled up and went to the front room. Of course it was warm by now, so I took the rest of the six-pack to the refrigerator in the kitchen. When I returned to the bedroom, she was still lying slightly spread-eagle. I lay down beside her, resting a hand on her hipbone. “Beer needs to be chilled a bit.”

She stretched luxuriously and snuggled her head back into the pillow. I noticed her little jugs were all cattywampus and pushed one back into position.

A few minutes later, I slid down on my own pillow and pulled her on top of me. She was so light, she couldn’t weigh a hundred pounds. I pulled her upwards until her boobies were in my face and selected one to suck on. Her tit filled my mouth but I could still breathe easily around it. I cuddled her smooth butt cheeks while I nibbled and tongued. When that nipple hardened up, I went to work on the other. It popped up pretty fast, so I slid a single finger into her warm slit. Soon I was sucking and finger-fucking in tempo with her gyrating hips.

My dick was valiantly trying to rise to the occasion. I pulled her legs down on either side of me and sat her up, juggling so that her soft flaps were spread on either side of the poor limp thing. She closed her eyes and slid back and forth, slick with warm lube juice. Soon she leaned forward on her hands and pressed her cunt down harder. Her tits hung down like little pears with little stems. I put my hands on them to stop their swaying. She glided her wet gash back and forth on me slowly. It felt was like she was stretching my cock out longer as each time her swelling clit teased its head.

“That’s really nice,” I whispered and she smiled, keeping up her sopping strokes. Finally, I let loose of her tits and lifted her hips up. My cock sprang up to attention and I positioned it under the honey hole. I caught my breath as she slowly impaled herself on my rod, then rose up and slid down again. And again. With my hands on her hips, I slammed her down a little harder each time. Then I sat up and scissored our legs around each other, jacking up each time she plunged down on me. Her nipples were jiggling. She clenched me tighter and fucked me harder until she came with a high sobbing moan. I pushed her backwards and lifted her knees up so I could drive in deep. When I spurted my cum into her, she moaned again.

I was panting, but I wasn’t done yet. Splaying her knees out, I shoved three fingers inside her foaming slit and fucked her roughly. She started writhing her hips side to side, then rose up and started quaking in a long, satisfying come. I pushed my thumb against the hood of her clit and watched her spasm yet again. Her head finally lolled back and she gasped, “Omigod, omigod,” as I pulled my hand out.

I fell down next to her and whispered, “Was that really an orgasm, or did you fake it?"

“Omigod,” she said again. Then she clamped her legs together hard and gasped. “Jeez, I think I just came again.”

We were now lying with our heads at the foot of the bed. It was easy to pull the bedcover back over us both. I rolled onto my side, tucked my hand around a tit, and we dozed off together.

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I woke up really thirsty this time, so got up for my beer. I brought the cold bottle back to the bedroom, and drank it while I lay back against the headboard. She was still asleep at the foot of the bed. I pulled the bedcover back a little so I could see her baby tits.

In a few minutes, she shivered a little and sat up. She crawled up to the head of the bed, took a swig of my beer and lay down next to me. I played with a bitty boob while I finished the beer.

She snuggled back into the pillow and closed her eyes. I put down the bottle and took her hand to lay it on my bundle. As my cock started to swell, she fondled it lightly. When her thumb found my sweet spot, I almost pulled her tit off.

I wrapped her little hand around my dick, and helped her pump it to its full nine. Then I lay back to watch as she polished my rod, her eyes still closed. Her hand wasn’t as expert as mine and I really wanted to prong her again, so I straddled her hips and took her hand to guide me into her slick slot.

She lifted her knees and stroked my ass as I fucked her. She clutched more tightly as I punched faster, and she grunted with each thrust. I reached a hand down to squeeze the swollen lips around her clit, but she shoved my hand away. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled so I could drive in deeper. We were both grunting when I finally shot my wad into her tight twat.

I leaned back on my heels to watch her dripping pussy. She lay limp, panting a little. I ran my hands up her legs, then amused myself spreading our combined junk around her snatch. She moaned, “No, stop.”

“You mean don’t stop, don’t you?”

“No, don’t,” she said. I slipped my index finger into her slit and she moaned again. So I pulled out, shoved two fingers in and started pumping. She whimpered a little, and pulled her knees together. I pushed one out to the side with my free hand and finger-fucked her faster. She lay there quietly, but when I pressed my thumb on her clit hood, she yelped and pulled away.

“Ow, that’s really tender. Really,” she said. I sighed and leaned back. She had her knees together again, and I was pretty beat up myself, so I lay down beside her. After a while, she dropped her knees down.

She said quietly, “Listen, I really don’t have to come every time. I told you it doesn’t happen that often…”

“But I like to make you come.” I meant it. I really liked the power to drive her over the edge.

“Not necessary,” she answered. “You do deliver an amazing fuck.”

“Want me to stay over?” I asked politely.

She shook her head. “Not necessary, either. ” She yawned. “Besides, I think I snore. And fart in my sleep.”

I grinned. Accommodating little slut, she didn’t need me to make nice after banging her senseless.

Soon I got up to pull on my clothes.

I paused at the door. “Tomorrow after work?”

“Uh-uh, I need some time to recover.”

“Okay, Wednesday then.” I knew I’d be eager by then, and figured she would be, too.