A show and more.

Russell had mentioned that I should show him what I bought today when he got home. I got out one of the sexy pair of underwear I had bought and put it on. I was going to give him a show. My body was telling me it had been too long since I had sex. Maybe it would be better to not get so comfortable with having sex with him, but my desire overruled any objections I came up with. He just made me feel so damn good. I chose a short yellow skirt and a white top that showed off a lot of cleavage. It looked great to my eye, and I figured Russell would approve as well. It occurred to me that this was similar to the story Carrie had told me about her boyfriend, but I knew Russell wouldn't react the way that loser had. Also, Russell wasn't my boyfriend.

I fixed myself up the best I knew how to and then watched TV in my room as I waited for him to get home. Eventually I heard him show up and make his way up to his bedroom. I walked down the hall and opened his door. He had already removed his tie and was taking off his shirt. Seeing his broad muscle filled back was all the encouragement I needed. That tickling feeling in my pussy that I was becoming very familiar with returned once again.

"Hi, Russell. Have a good day?" I asked him.

"Hey Sam," he said turning to face me. His eyes raked over my body before a big smile fixed itself on his face. "It was an alright day. I see you got those clothes like I told you to."

"Yep. I was hoping to show them off to you like you wanted."

I sauntered over to him. His bare chest looked as good as his back. I arched my back and pushed out my tits to give him the best view of my cleavage. There was clearly a large bulge forming in his pants. It made me happy to know I was turning him on so easily.

"What do you think? You like?" I asked.

Russell rubbed his hands over my clothes, feeling them and my warm body beneath. He touched my bare skin beneath my shirt for just a moment, and I could feel the juices in my pussy begin to flow. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and held on to it while he looked into my eyes.

"I like it a lot. But I can't see what you have on underneath. That's a problem," he said.

"Yes, it is." I raised my hands above my head, signaling him to remove the offending top. He wasted no time in pulling it up and off of me. My boobs were left with only my new lacy bra to cover them. Much like the bra that Carrie had gotten, mine didn't leave much to the imagination. Russell's jaw clenched as he took in my new look. It looked like he was barely managing to take this as slow as we were. He brought his hand to my breasts and began to trace over the bra with his fingers. The light sensation I could feel on my skin through the material was a terrible tease.

"Do you have new matching panties as well?" he asked.

"You are welcome to find out."

He knelt down before me and put his hands on my knees. Slowly, he let his hands caress my thighs as he reached beneath my skirt. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply as he got closer to my most sacred place. I wanted desperately for him to stick those long fingers inside of me, but he didn't. Instead, he grabbed on to my panties by the waistband and pulled them off. I helped by stepping out of them when he reached my feet. He stood and brought my soaked panties to his face. He smelled deeply of them before he opened his mouth and tasted the offering my pussy had left.

That was enough watching for me. I got down in front of him and started to undo his pants. The monster in his pants was soon free and finding a new home in my mouth. That first night we spent together I had learned that I enjoyed sucking dick. I attacked it without reservation. My tongue wrapped around his shaft and I looked into his eyes as I tasted him like he had tasted me. He put his hand on my head and guided my movements on his cock. It was incredibly erotic to feel his cock plunging past the seal made by my plump lips and into my hot eager mouth. I continued to blow him, only stopping to occasionally suck on his big full balls. After a while I could tell he was about to cum. But just like the first night, he stopped me. He pulled me up and kissed me deep. The kiss was amazing and it made my knees weak, but my pussy needed attention. I knew just how I wanted to please it and give Russell what he wanted at the same time.

"Lie back on the bed for me," I told him, breaking off the kiss.

He stepped out of his pants and obeyed. His cock stood up invitingly as he lay on his back. I climbed on the foot of the bed and crawled over to him like some sort of sexy cat. I sat on his hips, just below his erection. Taking hold of it with both hands, I began to stroke it slowly, keeping it hard and wanting. I still had on my short yellow skirt and my bra.

"I bet you want to stuff this big black cock in my little pussy, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes," he grunted.

"And who owns this cock?" I could see the glimmer in his eye as I asked that question. He knew what game I was playing, and he liked it.

"You do."

"That's right," I said. I raised myself up and positioned my pussy over his dick.

"It's all... mine!" I shouted as I plunged my pussy fully down to the base of his manhood. Russell groaned as he filled me and he felt my pussy stretching around his girth. I was in control of this session. I rotated my hips on top of him while he was fully stuffed within me. My clit rubbed against his body and made me moan. Needing more, I soon started bouncing on his cock. I put my hands on his chest for balance and fucked him hard. His hands gripped my ass and he pushed his hips up in time with me.

I slammed my pussy down on his thick pole over and over. The way it stretched my tight hole energized me and drove me to keep riding him fast and hard. Every time I stopped to grind against him with him as deep as he could get inside my pussy he would moan. I could tell I was working his dick like nobody had before. His hands moved from my ass and grabbed my tits, holding me up while I did my job and pleased us both.

"I'm going to cum," he warned me.

"Good. Give it to me." I said. I didn't let up one bit. My own orgasm was fast approaching. Cowgirl was definitely a fun position, and it felt so good. It allowed me control of the situation. I had learned Russell loved that. If he wanted me to take charge of him, I would oblige.

"This is my dick!" I yelled. He groaned loudly and I knew I had him at the point of no return.

"Give. Me. My. Cum!" I punctuated each word with a hard thrust from my bucking hips. Each time I nearly pulled all the way off of him before slapping my ass back down against his waist. It had the desired effect. His cum erupted from his pulsing dick and shot into my hungry pussy. Feeling his hot seed splash against my insides triggered my own orgasm and I shook on top of him in ecstasy.

It was once again great sex. As I came down from my high, I realized I was exhausted. All of the high intensity riding on top of Russell had worn me out. I collapsed onto the bed beside him as we both finished catching our breath.

"That was great babe," he said.

"Yeah, it was," I sleepily replied. I hoped he didn't mind me sleeping in his bed, because I was fading fast. It had been a good day. Things were finally looking up. It didn't feel like I was on the precipice of disaster anymore. I had a good place to live, and I had made a great friend in Carrie. Maybe being a woman wouldn't be so bad. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was Russell wrapping his arm around my stomach as he settled his hard body in against me to sleep.