
                 <<<<<Orphan Annie's 3rd Adventure>>>>>

         When  I was first stirring it was the crack of dawn.   Beside  me,
    the bed was empty, warm but empty.  I rolled over,  sleepily still,  in
    search of the wonderful man who had brought  me  here last  night,  and he
    was gone.  I discovered as I  came  to  that hugging   the   pillow
    instead simply wasn't solace enough,  and  I opened my eyes to look for 
    him. The  room  was  just beginning to warm--there was  a  soft  breeze
    coming through the windows and the lace curtains sighed gently.   Going to
    be another hot day, I thought, but where's Larry?   I listened,  and there

    wasn't  a  sound.   Just  the  warmth and the musky scent of the sheets. 
         This wouldn't do!  I'm not even sure where this apartment is, I've no 
    car,  here it is 6:00 or some ungodly  hour Sunday morning,  and I'm alone

    in  a  strange  bed.   Well, not totally strange...the champagne bottle in
    the bucket looked familiar... Then I heard a rasp from just outside the
         window,  on  the  porch, and saw the shadows change.  Larry?  or a
    cat?  I reluctantly abandoned the  warmth  of  the  covers  and fumbled
    for a robe I remembered being somewhere in the bedroom.  A very light,
    full length cotton number, but enough  so  that  at least I could step
    outside and be seen as  decent. Wanton, perhaps, but decently dressed.
         There  was  Larry,  dressed  in a pair of boxers only.   Gorgeous,
    muscular legs came out the bottom, and this very well-built  chest  was
    above.   On top,  an  aquiline  face  was squinting at the sunrise.   I
    stepped behind and rested my chin on his shoulder.   "Watcha  thinking, 
    Larry?"   "Dunno, just seemed the thing to do right now."   "Wanna come
    back to bed with me?  Are you waiting for anything?"   "Naw, just maybe
    the sunrise."   "Can I wait with  you?"  "Sure, let's sit on the sofa." 
         With that,  we sort of fell onto an old,  white wicker loveseat he
    had on the porch.  I curled up, head on his lap, and began to drift off to
    sleep again.   His hand went to my waist and I waited for the sun to warm
    us. The sun was a long time coming, and I curled up even tighter.  His
    hand  went  to  my  butt  and  sort  of snuggled me into a  comfortable
    position; I relaxed and was back asleep, very secure. In  a few minutes,
         though, he was moving  again.   "Coffee?"  "Uh, sure,  so early?"
    "Can't watch the sun rise without coffee!"  He   was gone in an instant to 
    the kitchen and I heard  the  pots rattling.   It wasn't yet really warm, 
    so when he  came  back  I must've  jumped right onto him.  I was sitting 
    across  his  legs, cupping  the coffee cup and lazing against his shoulder
    with  my legs pulled up close. "Larry,  wanna screw?"   "Yeah, maybe,  but 
         let me wake up first." "Larry,  it's better when you're waking up.
    Haven't you ever awakened already linked to someone?"  He shrugged, but I 
    noted that  the  boxers had  a  new  bulge in them.   I put my hand there
    and confirmed that it wasn't just he fold of the fabric. "Larry, it feels 
         to me like you're ready now."   I was whispering, but don't know why.

    No  one on the block was stirring.   We  had  the world to ourselves.
    His fly was gaping,  so I slipped my hand inside; Larry  put  his  cup
    down and then took mine away from me.  "Here?" he said.  "Sure," I purred.
         He   took his hand from my waist and moved it to  my  breast,  but
    outside  the  robe.  My other hand was  pinned  against  his chest,  so I
    had to release his manhood to move his  hand  inside the  robe.    He was
    beginning to get the idea!  I  felt  a  warm, coarse  hand  gently massage
    my  left boob, then brush the  nipple, then  cup me  like  the balmy
    Sunday morning this was.   He  wasn't rushing things, and neither was I. I 
         looked up from my chest and  saw him  smiling at me.   I  leaned over
    and gave  him the  first kiss  of the morning.   Gentle, not even probing,
    just a kiss.  He returned it the same way.  "Larry?"   "Mmmm?" "The 
    champagne would have been better than the coffee..."     "OK, I'll 
    remember.  You didn't get too wired yet, did you?"   "Lemme  show  you. 
    Come here."  A gentle squeeze and I had his full attention,    his mind 
    and his heart following, as the expression goes. In  fact, all I ever
         really wanted was a thousand percent  of  his attention.  I really
    get jealous Sunday mornings.  Jealous of the  rest of  the day, jealous of
    the telephone, jealous  even  of the   sunrise. Mornings  are  meant for
    me and a friend,  with  no  interruptions.   I think he was beginning to
    understand, but I had to know. "Why'd you get up so early?"  "I'm not used 
         to someone who  sleeps like you...it felt too good...has anyone ever
    told you how easy  it  is to share a bed with you?  And I don't mean just 
    sexually--just that you snuggle right in and at the same time don't push. 
    I'm not used to that, and I guess I'm afraid of losing it."   "Larry, I'm 
    here now.  Tomorrow is tomorrow; even this afternoon is later.  Right now,
    I'm here. I want you to be, too."  He was caressing my nipple, now,  and I 
    was squeezing him every once in a while, just to remind him how very
    "there" I was. Last night, he had really moaned when I tongued his ears.
         I tried again,  a bit of a stretch for my neck from  where  I  was
    sitting, but he  just  leaned right into me as I licked; I got  the  same
    reaction. Gee, was Larry's middle name Pavlov?  I stretched my legs out 
    onto  the sofa, and let the robe gap.  When he  opened his eyes, the first
    thing he  saw was my legs, and he abandoned my breast  to touch them.
    Here, too, he was gentle,  just  stroking them at first, then slowly
    parting them  as  he moved up the inside from my calves.  I  just  watched
    his eyes,  as they darted from  my face  to  his  hand and back again.
    He kissed  me  again,  and  I returned  it  in French.  As my tongue  went
    into  his   mouth,   his hand  found my pussy for the  fist  time  that
    morning.  Ah,  timing is everything! I  let  his  fingers move up and down
         my lips,  searching  gently, probing softly, for an opening.  My
    mouth played with his lips,  and my hand by now was stroking his cock to
    its full height.  I shifted  so my hips  would be right next to his balls,
    and my hand on his  shaft  also rubbing his stomach. I  could feel him
         rustling around in my fur.  I was still  a  very little bit tender
    from last night, but by no means dry!  He  soon found the source of all
    the moisture and his fingers just swam through it.  I pulled his head down
    and let him know it was time for some tongue work. It was leisurely at
    first, and then he got adventuresome.   Just as his head almost wholly
    disappeared under the robe the day's first car drove down the street, 
    stopping at the stopsign just across the road.    What are these people
    doing here? Time to go inside.  I pulled the robe together and stood up.
         For Larry,  the  problem was a bit more difficult, but we made   it
    inside without anyone calling the rectitude enforcers. He climbed on the
         bed first and turned to me as I just stood there and  waited.  He
    beckoned and I put a knee up, allowing  him  to   grab my  thigh  and the
    small of my back.  I let him  kiss  my  mouth,  then down my throat and
    chest until the robe fell open and I let it slide to the  floor.   Larry
    pulled me up onto the bed and  then   kept  going, kissing first each
    breast, then my  belly,  and then  burying   himself in  my  forest.   My
    god, he was  good!   His tongue   found  and  then circled my clit.  It
    found and  probed  my secret  tunnel.  He ran down the smooth insides of
    my thighs  and made  me  tingle from there to the top of my head.  I was
    on  my back, his hands underneath my butt,  his head between my legs.  I
    could just reach the back of his head  with my hands,  but soon gave that
    up to hold my own breasts -- I  though I was going to explode if I didn't!
         His  tongue was bobbing up and down--my back was arching  in  time
    with his tongue.  I was sopping wet down my butt and all over the  tops of
    my thighs.  We were going to have to roll over soon so he  could get what
    was going to be a very wet Wet Spot! Finally, I pulled him up, each of us
         panting.  I rolled  him  over and  kissed  him, then straddled him.
    I  really  like  the penetration I get this way, and after last night I
    wanted to  try this,  too,  with him.   I mounted him, and  felt  him
    push  the muscles  aside   as  he entered.   Gently at first,  for  his
    shaft wasn't  totally  wet   and some of  my  contractions  had  already 
    started.   His hands went to my breasts  and he was  just  playing with
    the nipples; I had  never  seen them  so long!  And I just kept finding
    more and more length  to  him, too--I could feel him  deep inside,  now,
    I thought he'd have to  push my cervix out  of  the way!   I  pulled up a 
    bit, and then down  again: he  nested   a  bit better, and got better
    still the time  after  that! Clearly, a bit of practice and we'd really 
    make a team! I   moved his hands to my butt, and had him stroke  me  there
         for a   change.   He pulled and pushed at  it,  and  got  himself
    adjusted even  deeper  into  me.   He was concentrating on me  so  much
    he  was drooling!  This is the kind of attention I wanted! We began to get
         our rhythm together.  It's exercise like this that keeps my thighs in 
    shape,  and I love it!    He tried to follow me as I pulled up and then
    down, and each time the friction just warmed  me all that much more.  I
    could feel myself wrapping around him,  the way I do just before a really
    big orgasm, and the tension was marvelous! Then,  about two strokes before
         I expected it, I came.  It made me start bucking up and down like a
    thing possessed (probably was!),   and about halfway through I could feel
    him begin to spurt;  for  a  while I wondered if he'd ever stop.    Not 
    just once.   Not merely three times. Each time I could feel  the  moisture
    practically slam up into me.  He just kept coming,  and  I  thought I'd 
    drained him last night after all his exuberant pumping then! I fell to my
         side, he still inside.  He curled up next to me,  and we dozed.
    Somewhere during that time, he fell out, and I think  that's what woke me.

    I shook him gently, and as he came around I had this big smile on my face
    and a bit of curiosity on my mind.  "Now, Larry, isn't that better than 
    coffee Sunday morning?"



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                    From the collection of -=*<Rough Rider>*=-
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