NUMBER 1: A week with Olivia! (day 4)

DAY 4

I opened my eyes groggily the next morning to find Olivia still on top of me, her arms still clutching me tightly as she slept. Crucially though, my shaft was still partially inside of her. I wondered if she would be down to get things going for the day right out the gate. I stroked her dark caramel hair out of her face gently and kissed her on the cheek. She woke at this, turning her head a little dazedly to take in her surroundings before seeing me beneath her and smiling. "Morning Luke" - she said. "Morning Olivia" - I replied, before getting straight to the point and adding: "Shall we continue where we left off?"

My penis began getting harder at this thought, and that was the point at which Olivia noticed it was still inside of her, gasping a little at the feeling. She then answered my question, grinning playfully: "I could use a morning workout."

She sat up, burying my length deeper inside of her and moaning loudly as it went in, before establishing a steady rhythm going up and down, her hands on my chest, her head tilted back slightly. I ran my hands along her sexy thighs and over her toned stomach, stroking her skin affectionately as she rode me, eventually making my way to her breasts and caressing them gently, making her breathing grow heavier and her riding more forceful. Far from all we'd been doing growing old, I was loving the way she moved more and more with every minute, as she gradually increased her pace and intensity, leading up to us once again climaxing in sync, me filling her up once again, just like last night as she screamed in bliss. She slumped over onto me, kissing me gently before saying: "I could get used to that kind of workout."

"Me too..." - I breathed, smiling. She rolled off me slowly, stretched and got up, and I soon followed. We went to have breakfast, and afterwards just sat around talking and trying to think of ideas of what to do for the day. I eventually got an idea: "How about we go shopping?" She said: "Hey, that's a good idea! Let's do that!"

And so we got ready and set off for the same mall I'd gone to with Hailee. I had even bigger plans for this trip though. When we got to the mall, we started by having lunch, and then walked around the stores with Olivia modeling some beautiful dresses for me. Eventually though, on about the forth or fifth store, as she turned around to get a different dress, I tapped her on the shoulder and whispered: "How about right here?" - running a hand along her back.

Her eyes went wide for a second, but then her facial expression changed to one of excitement. "You dirty, dirty boy" - she whispered to me, every word dripping with lust. Then, without saying anything else, she hiked up the dress she was wearing, revealing that she was wearing no panties (seemingly she'd had a similar idea to mine), put her hands up on the wall of the changing room, turned to me and winked devilishly.

I didn't need any more signs than that, and I quickly pulled my pants down, took my shaft from my boxers and stuck it into her wet slit gingerly, trying not to make any noise as I began pumping slowly, but very deeply into her, embracing her midriff tightly and taking measured, powerful thrusts up into her folds, as she clenched her mouth tightly shut and breathed very hard out of her nose in order to stay silent. I could feel her getting hotter and hotter, more and more flustered as she pushed her hands harder into the wall in order to push herself harder onto my penis. She was very quick to yet another orgasm, crumpling the dress into her mouth to mute the noise as her body rocked in one huge wave of pleasure. I was very glad that the door of the changing room didn't have any gaps top or bottom, because the backs of her feet going up and down from her shoes and my pants on the floor would've been quite the sight for anyone outside to behold. For what it's worth, we were doing a remarkably good job at staying quiet - the only sounds we were making were our heavier breathing and soft, muffled sounds of our bodies hitting one another as I continued to thrust slowly and powerfully. Olivia's walls were tight as ever, clutching my member unrelentingly and making each move, every second ecstatic to the highest degree, and the thrill of doing all of this in a public setting mixed with the adrenaline and the fear of getting caught was only making things crazier. My fingers were in the singer's mouth by this point, helping stifle the noises of her pleasure, and she was sucking on them with surprising dedication, taking two knuckles into her mouth and swirling her tongue around them keenly, as she continued to rock back deeper and deeper on my length. Suddenly, she pulled my other hand over her mouth and moaned into it as she orgasmed, her legs trembling hard, her teeth biting down on my fingers in her mouth, causing me to rear in pain and almost fall, catching myself just before making any noise. Seeing the deep red bitemarks on my fingers, Olivia's eyes went wide, she turned around and whispered: "Oh my God, Luke, I'm so, SO sorry! Are you okay?" I bent and unbent my fingers gingerly, wincing from the pain, and then answered: "I'm okay, Olivia. It hurts, but I'll be fine."

Once the pain subsided, my attention was alerted back to my still raging hard-on. Olivia noticed this too, and wrapped her hand around it, beginning to stroke along the length gently, her hand on my cheek. She then dropped down and started rapidly sucking me off, quickly enveloping my entire length as it had been lubed up plenty by her slit. It wasn't long at all until she had me down her throat, which couldn't last too long as she realized she couldn't really go this deep soundlessly. She went, instead, back to sucking normally, moving my shaft in and out of her mouth while her amazing tongue worked its magic all around it. She was incredible at it, and I couldn't hold on much longer, especially in combination with the pent up sexual energy from our sex just before. I waited for her to go deeper, then let myself climax, shooting a large load down her waiting throat.

Olivia swallowed slowly, then looked up at me affectionately and picked up my hand to take a concerned look at the marks her teeth had left. She then straightened up and took off the dress, which was quite a mess by this point, and went to straighten it hurriedly. "Something tells me we're not going to end up very inconspicuous" - I whispered, looking at my hand and at the sweaty, creased up dress. "Yeah, I probably should've taken this off beforehand. We have to buy it for sure, but it'll be really awkward" - she whispered back. Once she'd made the dress somewhat presentable, we did the same for ourselves, walked out of the changing room, doing our best to keep the air of people who hadn't done anything out of the ordinary, and went to buy the dress. Thankfully, the cashier didn't pay too much attention to the state of the dress, nor did she seem to recognize Olivia, and we left the shop without trouble. We then had dinner at a fancy restaurant, Olivia putting my injured hand into hers and leaving it there gently, while her chocolate eyes made me forget any pain I was feeling as she looked at me.

After dinner, we went out to the car and went home. Olivia gave me a brief lap dance in the car, and stroked me to climax after we get home, making me collapse onto the bed from exhaustion after I'd covered her face. She licked what she could off, then went to wash off and came to bed, embracing me tightly and stroking the bandage over my fingers. "I'm really sorry for that, Luke. But I really loved that. I loved doing that with you out there today. I'd never done anything even anywhere near this before, but I'm really glad you were the first person I did it with."

"I loved it too, Olivia. There's really no need to apologize, if anything that was a sign of how good I made you feel - and that makes me happier than I could tell you. You're absolutely amazing."

In the dim light of the dying day, I could just about see her blushing right before she put her hands on my cheeks and kissed me deeply. After we parted, we just looked at each other in the near-dark in silent affection, before eventually falling asleep holding hands.