The Next Morning

A naked Rick Blaine lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, toying with a lock of Yvonne's blonde hair. Slowly opening her eyes, the equally naked woman squirmed around among the sheets of their king-sized bed. "Mmm, what time is it?"

"Almost nine... A.M.," Rick answered. She said that she could not believe that she had slept so long, but her lover said, "Yep. You wanted to 'take a little nap' after your bath..."

She interrupted him by kissing his forehead, "Thank you for bathing me. That was so sweet."

"And I didn't see you downstairs at all last night," he continued his train of thought. "I did not see you again until I came up here around one o'clock. You were snoring."

"I was not snoring," she challenged.

"You were snoring," Rick insisted as he kept on playing with her hair. (She had not been snoring). "Something I meant to ask you yesterday on our journey home... Does Signor Ferrari's housekeeper still give you the creeps?"

Yvonne playfully swatted Rick's chest. He released her stand of hair to make an arching motion with his forefinger, like he was drawing a rainbow in the air. "Turn over."

A look of hurt, of disappointment, passed across her face. But after a moment's hesitation, Yevonne obeyed, rolling away from Rick to lie on her stomach. She bent her knees as she turned, so that she wound up kneeling with her ass in the air and her head and shoulders down. As Rick positioned himself behind her, she tried to **** her body to relax. A clenched sphincter just makes anal sex more uncomfortable. But as she hugged the pillow to her face, her eyes blinked rapidly and her brows knitted. Her lover was not touching her anus, but stroking her pussy. "Oooo," she sighed when she felt his finger entering her vagina. As Ricked moved his finger back and forth, she took deeper breaths. Partly in physical arousal and partly in anticipation. Was she really going to be spared being sodomized?

She 'ooo-ed' again when she felt his finger being replaced by his dick, raising her head and gasping. As their tango progressed, Yvonne responded by first rotating her rear, then by lifting herself up on all fours. Rick held her waist for balance as he slid in and out of her velvety tightness. "Oh, Rick!" she moaned, her little, perfectly rounded ass moving faster and faster, swirling in the air. Like she was dancing the mambo.

Suddenly Rick's head jerked back in surprise when he heard her crying out, "Oh, Rickrickrickrickrick", her vaginal muscles repeatedly clasping and relaxing. Her fists were clutching the sheets, and she threw her head back as her body spasmed and shook.

Then she fell on her face, but kept her ass skyward, Rick's hard cock still inside her. He remained motionless, allowing her time to catch her breath before continuing their dance.

At that moment... the phone rang. Rick looked towards his office/living room, back to Yvonne, back to the office as it rang a second time. On the third ring he departed the bed. "Rick!' she cried out when she found her pussy now suddenly unfilled and unattended to. "Don't answer the phone."

"Carl's not here yet," he called back over his shoulder, "He doesn't come in until eleven."

Yvonne rolled over on her back, supporting her raised torso with her elbows, her legs wide spread, her smoothly shaven pussy puffy and moist. And pouted