one hazy sunny Sunday...

Hours later, the afternoon sun golden, you lie between Alex's legs. You're slippery with sweat, your hair matted to your face. You're pussy gapes wide, cum dribbling from it after hours of passionate fucking. You lick Alex's balls, softly inhaling them into your mouth. He groans as his penis twitches, struggling to rise. "I...I can't. I'm completely spent." You pout, glaring at him in mock anger.

You climb, slowly and gingerly, up his body, resting on his chest. You kiss him deeply. Lying like that you fall asleep together, your pussy slowly leaking onto Alex's crotch.

Waking later just after dusk, you and Alex share a dinner, talking and chatting. Neither of you want this weekend to end. Finally, after exchanging numbers, you stand there with the cab door open. You feel a pang. You already feel empty leaving Alex. You see the same longing mirrored in his eyes. You both stand there awkwardly. "Sooo...I'll, um, call you," you state dumbly.
"Don't make it too long. We should...should catch up soon. Next weekend?" Alex waits anxiously.
"I'd love that. I'll call as quickly as I can work out my schedule. We might even be able to see each other sooner!" It all comes out in a gushing rush. You smile embarassed.
"Yeah, I'd like that. Maybe even-"
The cabbie honks the horn.
"Whoop. Better go. I'll call you." You step into the cab, closing the door quickly, bot wanting to prolong the pain. Th cab pulls away. Looking back, the last thing you see before turning the corner is a very sad looking man heading back into the lobby.