Once is never enough

A minute or two later you both recover enough to talk.

"Wow!" Monica sighs as her fingers play with the fine golden hairs on your chest. "That was so fucking hot!"

"It was nice." You agree with her, "You are one sexy language teacher." You slide your hand up her smooth thigh, across the curve of her hip and over her flat belly until your thumb plays with the diamond dangling from her belly button that peeks from under the nightgown bunched around her waist. You can't help but smile when you think of what Ms. Naylor probably thinks of this role model with her body piercing. Are belly rings even that risqué in 2018? God you are getting old.

"I know that." Monica doesn't notice your moment of distraction; she smiles, clearly pleased by the compliment and then finds and puts the dark framed glasses back on. "But was I sexy as a shy young schoolgirl?"

"Oh yeah, that too." You pluck the glasses from her nose and set them down on her bedside table, "but enough with that for a while, I'd like to fuck the woman I took out to a bar tonight if that's alright with you." Monica nods happily and shimmies out of the nighty laying back on her bed gloriously naked. In this position her full breasts rise like perfect golden pillows; there isn't a tanline on her entire toned body. Her blonde pubic curls neatly trimmed in the shape of a diamond on her mons are a little matted with the juices from your last go, but other than that she looks like a Playboy centerfold.

"I'm all yours, Kyle." What follows is much more what you are used to, with your first orgasm behind you, you are able to set a steady pace that goes on and on without losing control. Monica however, is already primed and when your cock pounds into her again and again she feels every inch of it. The sexy young blonde cums at least two more times with squeals of unchecked passion before you finally collapse onto her chest and fill her spasming pussy a second time. This is what you needed, pure physical sex - no games, no emotional commitment and no need to pretend its anything else.

This time when you roll off of Monica you want nothing more than sleep, but not on this narrow bed and not in the room filled with girly knick-knacks and souvenirs from France and Spain. No, you are ready for your own room and the queen-sized bed with it's firm mattress that awaits you. The only question you have now is whether Monica is going to let you go or she going to want you to stay here with her?