Dancing In The Kitchen—A Surprise Vacation Romance (Part 2 of 2)

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Summary:

A warm tale of unexpected romance set in coastal New England. A chance encounter while on vacation opens a week of laughter, connection, and passionate lovemaking for Mary and Tom.

Additional tags: Aftercuddle] [Afterglow] [Begging] [Breast appreciation] [Cock appreciation] [Cock milking] [Dirty talk] [Doggy] [Emotional safety] [F-bomb] [First date] [Healing] [Humor] [Lots of] [Kissing] [L-bomb] [Foreplay] [Meet cute] [Nipple play] [New relationship energy] [NRE] [Nurturing] [Pinned hands] [Pounding] [Praise] [Pussy appreciation] [Reach around] [Reminiscing] [Rough to sweet] [Slice of life] [Soft to Rough] [Squirting] [Suckling] [Switchy]

Part 2:

Tom would like to nap, but he's much too excited about the evening ahead. So he reads until four o'clock, and then tries to make himself look presentable. Tom packed his suitcase for a bachelor getaway, but luckily he did bring one plaid button-up that looks nice, and a crisp new pair of shorts.

An hour later Tom climbs the front steps of Mary's rental and knocks on the glass door. He can see Mary in the kitchen, drying her hands with a dish towel. She opens the door. He wasn't sure what to expect, but the hug Mary gives him is quite chaste. Still, he isn't a bit disappointed. Mary is wearing a lovely cream-colored dress tied at the waist, with poofs at the shoulders and ruffles at the wrists. It's very feminine, Tom thinks. Underneath she has on cream-colored stockings to match her dress, and brown leather clogs that match her hair almost perfectly. Mary's hair is simple: straight, cut just above her shoulders, parted on the left and tucked behind her ear.

Tom and Mary enjoy a relaxed and easy time prepping dinner together. Mary opens two beers, and while they chop and sauté vegetables they take turns queueing up forgotten new wave and alternative hits from the 80s/90s on Mary's phone. They lip synch, laugh together, and dance awkwardly.

The conversation wanders from career to childhood memories to books to film. Mary shares her love of so-bad-they're-good movies, and offers a list of films that Tom simply must see. They take turns dishing on drama from their friend circles in Boston and Toronto, Tom's colleagues, and Mary's undergrad students. Names get named.

"This feels...irresponsible," Tom says, laughing.

"It does feel sort of illicit, doesn't it?" Mary replies. "But so satisfying."

Their talk over dinner is more serious. Mary discloses that one year earlier, she was reeling from the sudden, one-sided ending of a long-term relationship. She grieved for a month, and then with her friends' help made a halfhearted attempt at dating. It only made her feel worse. Today Mary is celebrating her master's thesis, but it also helps to be away from Toronto because the memories of the previous summer are painful.

Tom empathizes. He says that around the same time, in May of the prior year, he lost his dad after a long struggle with ALS. Caring for his father was essentially a second full time job, and after his passing Tom should have felt some measure of relief. But the new freedom only gave Tom guilt, so he threw himself into work. Tom says that this vacation and in particular being with Mary are very healing. "Thank you for helping to bring me out of my shell," he says.

After dinner Tom clears the table and fills the dishwasher while Mary rolls a cigarette and steps outside. Through the kitchen window Tom can see Mary leaning against a post under the deep porch roof. She holds her cigarette in one hand and has her other arm folded under her breasts. She's watching Tom. He sees her smile at him.

When Mary returns to the house there is a corny power ballad by a 90s hair metal band playing on the kitchen speaker. Mary clasps Tom's right hand and cups his shoulder with her other arm. Tom smiles, and envelops Mary's waist in his arm, drawing her close. They slow dance, giggling to one another.

After a twirl around the kitchen island, Mary finds Tom's mouth and steals a kiss. Then she pulls back, with a clouded, worried look in her eyes. "Is this ok?" she asks.

Tom smiles. He brings his nose parallel to Mary's, touching only slightly. His eyes are lowered, but not closed. This is Tom's favorite place to be, lingering in the space before the kiss, enjoying the closeness without any pressure or hurry. Finally he does kiss Mary, in answer to her question. Then he kisses her again, and again. They are still swaying, though the music has ended.

"Can I tell you what I love?" Tom asks Mary quietly. "I love the part of you that checks in to see if she's ok, that asks for permission, the part that worries that she takes up too much space. I want to be very tender to that part of you, because sometimes I am that person, too."

Tom continues looking at Mary. "But I also love the Mary who invites me on a walk to the beach, who asks me to have lunch with her, and then dinner. The Mary who gives long, passionate, full-body hugs to a man she's just met. And who sneaks a kiss while we're slow dancing. That Mary is brave and adventurous and I admire her so much. Basically, I want to be her when I grow up."

"Tom, you are too wonderful," Mary says, laughing.

"I think you are so lovely, for taking risks with me, for opening yourself up and asking for exactly what you want. I really want to reward that part of you. If there is anything at all I can do to make you feel good, or listened to, or cherished, please don't hesitate to tell me. Because I'm dying to do it." His voice is quiet, but filled with strong feeling.

Mary is flushed, overwhelmed. She winds both arms around Tom's neck and holds him as close as she can. She runs one hand over his shaved head and rubs her cheek against his. Then she gathers his lips in hers and enters his mouth with her tongue. After a moment of deep kissing, Mary pulls out and faces Tom, still gently cupping the back of his head. "There is one thing you can do for me," she says sweetly.

She leads Tom into the living room and pulls him down to sit next to her at the edge of the couch. Behind Mary, the window opens onto a lawn sloping down to the road that runs along a sea cliff. Beyond the road, a small cove is framed by low, pine-covered hills. Outside the narrow opening in the trees, Tom can see a small sailboat moored and turning gently in the ocean breeze. Sunlight reflects from the water onto Mary's face.

Mary unties the sash around her waist and unfastens two buttons at the side of her dress. The dress opens and Mary's breasts spill out. Tom sighs deeply, with an almost ecstatic expression. Mary takes his hands and brings them forward to gently cup each breast. After a moment she leans in, kisses Tom lightly, and says, "Will you lay with me, sweet man?" Tom nods. Mary takes his eyeglasses from his face and folds and places them on the end table behind her.

She reclines on her side, pulling Tom down carefully to face her. Her dress is open fully. Tom takes Mary's body in, and runs a hand from her thigh up to her bottom. The fabric of her stockings and her underwear is impossibly soft—merino wool, Tom thinks. There is a blanket across the top of the couch, and Mary pulls it down to cover the two of them.

Carefully, Mary eases Tom's body below her shoulder, so that she can slip an arm under his neck. Now her breasts are presented directly in front of his face. With her free hand, Mary lifts her right breast to Tom's mouth, stroking the nipple against his mouth from top to bottom in order to open his lips.

Tom looks at Mary, awed. "Is this happening?" he asks her. "Can I really do this?"

Mary breaks into a wide smile. “If you want it,” she says quietly, “it’s happening.”

"I want it very much," Tom says. "I'd like to do this with you all night long."

"Oh," Mary says, sighing deeply, "that would be so lovely. I'd like nothing more than that. The trouble is, I love having my nipples sucked so much, I'm going to come very quickly."

Tom is kissing and stroking Mary's breast. He looks at her for a moment, thinking. "I may be able to help with that problem," he says.

Tom licks the underside of Mary's nipple generously, and then lightly preps the top while Mary runs her fingers across his back. His face has a focused, serious expression. When Mary's nipple enters Tom's lips, the shape fits nicely with his mouth. Then, with his lips wrapped gently around the nipple, Tom begins a rhythmic licking and sucking, adding a gentle pressure against the bottom. When Tom's lips finally form a seal around her breast, Mary's nipple is drawn deeply into his mouth—much deeper than Mary expected, or ever felt entitled to expect.

The effect on Mary is dramatic. Her eyes roll back in her head. Her legs start to squirm, and her hips tilt repeatedly towards Tom, reaching for him. With her free hand, she reaches up and runs her fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp and moaning quietly. She is quickly losing control of her breath.

Mary looks down at Tom in disbelief. His eyes are closed, and he holds her breast tenderly in both hands. His sucking is slow and gentle, as gentle as she could ever want. But by now her nipple is flattened against his palate, and his muscles have drawn it completely in. Mary feels as if her breast is a pitcher pouring into Tom's mouth, and his thirst is endless, enough to drink and drink until Mary is completely gone. If Tom were to increase his suction only slightly, Mary knows that she would come, and come hard. But he maintains the same gentle pressure, and even eases his pace slightly. Mary strokes Tom's head lovingly. His hair is prickly and yet soft, like velvet. She is deliriously happy.

After several minutes of sucking, Tom opens his mouth to let Mary go. He asks if he can switch to her left breast. Mary nods weakly, smiling and placing a kiss on his forehead. She tilts her body slightly towards him, and massages his shoulder blade.

While Tom preps Mary's left nipple, he looks up at her. "Will you talk to me?" he asks. "Will you talk to me while I suck on you?"

Mary smiles and looks at him quizzically. "What would you like me to talk about?"

Tom runs his tongue all the way around Mary's nipple. "I want to know more about you. Tell me anything. Even if you think it's boring. Let's start with...your favorite grocery store. Where do you love to shop? Tell me everything you like about it."

Mary laughs, but she cannot laugh for long because Tom has already latched on to her left nipple. Right away, his mouth makes a perfect seal and Mary feels her nipple sliding toward the back of his throat. It takes all the focus and effort she can manage to not come. She feels as if she's losing her mind.

Mary arches her neck backwards and digs her nails into Tom's arm. Then she takes a deep breath, squints her eyes hard, and blurts out the name of a grocery store. Tom opens his eyes quickly and looks up at her. The corners of his mouth turn up in a smile, and then he resumes his hungry sucking.

Mary's voice shakes at first, but she manages to tell Tom about the store. It's a place in Toronto, located between the Yorkville neighborhood and the Annex. Mary says it's too expensive for her to do her regular food shopping there, but she stops by once a week for some small treat, mainly because she loves the staff.

"Tom, you maniac," Mary says, laughing. "I thought you were crazy, but this is actually working." Tom smiles again, his eyes closed, and keeps slurping at her breast. Mary brings the blanket around his shoulders and tucks him in.

She tells Tom about the grocery manager who is a former academic, who knows about Mary's grad school work and asks about it every time she visits the store. Once, when the manager's son was hospitalized, Mary made a week's worth of freezer meals for his family and brought them into the store. The manager fought back tears and embraced Mary in the produce aisle. Next, she tells Tom about the punk college girl who works the cash register, who's too young for Mary but who likes to flirt with her by throwing a free chocolate bon bon into her shopping bag on every visit. Then she tells Tom about the time her car was sideswiped outside the store, and six staff members rushed out to make sure she was all right and to help her with the police.

Tom is almost ready to switch back to the first breast. Mary strokes his cheek and asks him what she should talk about next.

Tom unlatches and smiles. He plays with Mary's belly, and slips his other hand deep inside her stocking to stroke her thigh. "Why don't you tell me about a time when you had a significant experience, a really moving experience, and there was no one there to share it with? It could be a film, a piece of music, a beautiful natural setting, anything at all."

"Oh, a beautiful experience?" Mary asks, grinning impishly. "Like the time when I met a sweet stranger on vacation, and he bought me poetry and got me to open up about my internal life while sucking on my tits? That's beautiful—but of course no one would believe it." Tom and Mary both laugh.

Tom's eyes close drowsily and he begins to work Mary's breast again. He's sucking a bit harder now, and she loves it. But at this point she can't separate the nipple stimulation from the joy she feels in simply being close to Tom. She's in no danger of coming until she's ready. She cradles Tom's head in both arms and peppers him with kisses.

Mary decides to tell him about a particular night, one that holds a special place for her, precisely because the experience wasn't shared with anyone. And in fact Tom will be the first person to know anything about it.

It was the summer before her second year at university, and Mary was camping with her parents near Perry Sound, off Georgian Bay. She waited until her parents turned off their tent light, and then she left the campfire to begin a solitary hike to a lake one mile away. When she arrived at the lake, she turned her head lamp off, removed all of her clothing, and slipped into the water. The darkness around her was complete—but the sky overhead was a bright white tapestry of stars. Every star that had ever existed was looking down on her, she felt. The water was freezing, of course, and Mary ended her swim fairly quickly, wrapping herself in a blanket for the hike back to camp. Her parents wouldn't have minded her adventure—they weren't the type to fuss—but she decided to keep her midnight swim secret, as a private memento. Until tonight.

Tom looks up at Mary. He can see that she doesn't need any more prompting. She is searching Tom's face, his eyes, while he gives love and attention to her body. She wants to open further to him, to share as much of herself as she can, in any way that she can.

Bringing her lips to Tom's ear, Mary begins to whisper. She tells him some of her dreams, things that are beautiful and fulfilling and comforting that she has imagined for her life. She lists the things about herself that make her proud. Then, she shares things about her that she is less pleased with, and is working to change.

A year ago, this would have entailed a lot of harsh, negative self-talk. But tonight Mary is fair to herself. She speaks only in positive terms, and only about the things it is important to change and that she has the capacity to change. Tonight, she is the beautiful and strong and confident woman whose breasts lovely Tom is worshipping. She wants to reflect only that strength, that confidence.

"Tom, my sweet man," Mary says quietly, stroking his cheek. "Will you take your shorts off and sit up on the couch? I want us to make each other come."

Tom lets Mary's breast slip out of his mouth, and does as he is asked. Mary kneels astride him. Her breasts hang and sway slightly in front of his face. She kisses Tom gently, and reaches into his boxer shorts to pull out his cock. It's firm, but supple in her hand. She loves his cock, and tells him so. "Oh, your dick is beautiful, Tom. I love how soft it is."

She strokes his cock slowly, humming with pleasure. Tom leans his head against the back of the couch. Mary places many gentle closed-mouth kisses on his lips—that mouth has been sucking for such a long time, she thinks, he must need a break.

Mary has no idea how long he sucked on her, but when they began it was daylight, and now it is almost night. Through the window the sky and the water are dim, dim enough that the rocky, pine-covered hills barely register against them.

Mary tilts Tom's head to the side and sticks her tongue in his ear. He moans deeply in response. She strokes his cock more firmly. After a few more strokes, she squares her body with Tom's and pulls her underwear aside. He looks up at her. Their eyes lock as she rubs the tip of his cock up and down through the lips of her pussy. "Oh, by the way—l'm on the pill," she says. "So let's just feel good, ok?"

Tom nods solemnly and mouths the words "Thank you." Mary can barely see his face in the failing light.

Mary is as wet as a halved peach. She pushes his cock inside her, and it feels like a hand gliding into a velvet glove. "Oh, Tom," she says, "you feel so good in me." Tom is deep inside her pussy, but for now they only sit there, locked in a tight embrace. Then, Mary begins to slowly rock her hips, sliding on Tom's cock. All the way up, pausing, and then slowly all the way down. It feels nice to fuck him softly and gently like this.

Tom's hands stroke Mary's thighs and torso. He whispers that he'll be ready to come soon, and Mary tells him that's fine. "Will you suck my tits some more?"

Tom has both of her breasts in his hands, and now he brings her left nipple into his mouth. Mary maintains her slow pace, but she brings her body upright to rub her whole torso and her clit against him. She opens her pussy wide and pushes down as deeply as she can. She rests her forehead against him. "Suck me hard, Tom."

Tom wants to suck her hard, and he does. His mouth is on her breast, and he begins to knead the other nipple with his fingers. Mary is groaning now. Involuntarily, she clenches his cock hard while she begins to grind up and down.

She's moving quickly now. A few chaotic pumps on Tom's cock, a few firm sucks on her breast, and she is there.

"Oh God oh God oh God oh God," Mary says. She feels Tom come inside her, pulse twice, and then he wilts. Mary pumps him a few times more and then collapses on him, kissing and kissing and kissing Tom everywhere she can.

It has always been this way for Mary, ever since she first became sexually active. No matter how crazy the sex, or how hard she comes, after her orgasm Mary gets a second wind and immediately wants to love some more. After giving Tom ten or twenty more kisses, Mary jumps up and heads to the bathroom to freshen up, a girlish spring in her step.

Tom laughs. "You're amazing!" he calls after her.

When Mary is finished in the bathroom, she grabs two beers from the kitchen and returns to the living room. The TV is on, and to her delight Mary sees that Tom has found her #1 favorite so-bad-it's-good movie on a streaming service.

"So excellent!" Mary exclaims. "Thank you!" She folds her legs to curl up next to Tom, and drapes her right arm around his shoulders.

Tom is blissfully unfamiliar with the movie. Mary has fun setting him up for all of the best and worst parts, the most ridiculous bits of dialogue and most ham-fisted performances. They laugh and laugh, wiping away tears.

I must still be feeling my second wind, Mary thinks. Because I'm incredibly horny for this man. It doesn't help that his hand is inside my dress, playing with my boobs.

"You really can't get enough of my tits, can you?" she asks.

"Am I in a safe space?" Tom asks, laughing. "Because yes, your breasts are gorgeous. And I'm bonkers about them."

"Well, I'm happy to hear it," Mary replies, turning her body to be closer to Tom and to throw her leg over his.

The movie isn't quite over, but they've endured the worst part—a ten-minute musical number. Mary stands up from the couch. Tom assumes she's heading to the kitchen or the bathroom. Instead, she leans down and places her hands on his chest and kisses him deeply.

While they are kissing, Mary gathers handfuls of Tom's shirt in her hands, twisting the fabric and pulling him towards her roughly. She all but forces him to his feet. In the glow of the TV her eyes are narrowed and her mouth opens into an insolent expression. It's hard to mistake her intentions. She turns towards the bedroom, and Tom follows.

Until now Mary's dress had been held closed with a single button. By the time she reaches the bedroom her dress is on the floor, together with her underwear. She lights the lamp on the dresser and bends over on the bed, wearing only her thigh-high stockings. She cocks one knee onto the mattress.

Mary turns back to face Tom with an animal look. Her ass is uplifted, and her beautiful pussy lips hang down. Tom has his boxers off, and his cock is in his hand. He rubs his cock against her pussy just once, and then drives it inside.

Mary makes a greedy grunting sound, and backs up onto Tom's dick, pushing with her left leg. With only two more strokes, she is thrown off balance by the force of Tom's thrusts, and has to crawl onto the bed on all fours. Tom follows after her, pounding and pounding, finally standing above Mary on the bed with his legs spread, holding on to her ribs for leverage and driving his cock into her, again and again and again.

Mary tries to hold herself up, but Tom's weight above her is too much. She collapses onto her shoulders, her face pressed into the mattress while Tom rails her. Each thrust shakes Mary and forces a thin, whining gasp from her throat. She struggles to turn to look at Tom, breathing wildly and desperately through clenched teeth.

Tom is bathed in sweat. He smiles at Mary, a smile of genuine affection that belies the fact that he's fucking her like an absolute animal. He grabs handfuls of Mary's ass and squeezes roughly. All of the leverage is in his hands now, and he uses it to pull her back on his dick. Then, leaving one hand on her ass, with the other Tom reaches around to rub Mary's clit.

Tom's finger on her clit is careful and gentle. Feeling the rough and tender touches together drives Mary insane. She manages to reach one hand up to grab the bed's headboard, and pulls herself halfway up. She is bucking against Tom now. Their movements are in sync.

"I'm close," Tom says breathlessly, still rubbing her pussy with his hand. He gives Mary five intense, pounding thrusts. She comes, grunting savagely. Her neck is arched, her eyes are closed, and her lip is raised in a snarl. Tom pushes into her twice more in quick succession, and floods her pussy.

They hold their positions for a moment, panting and shaking. Then Mary slides out from underneath Tom and turns onto her back. Tom collapses next to her, his cock flopping to the side.

Mary rubs her pussy mound gently, and places her other hand on Tom's arm. She is laughing giddily. Then, she and Tom hear TV noises in the living room—the movie has ended, and some 70s crooner is singing a syrupy radio hit over the ending credits. They begin laughing together.

Mary waits until the sweat dries. Then she climbs on top of Tom. She's not touching him, not quite. The bedroom window is open a crack, and a light breeze blows in and through and around their bodies.

"More," Mary says quietly.

"Wait," Tom says. He is smiling, but his expression is pained. "Not yet."

"More. MORE." She's being very bad, but she doesn't care.

"I need—I just need to catch my breath a bit."

Mary smiles sweetly, and brings her nose alongside Tom's, to the place that he likes. She kisses him very gently on the cheek. Mary's gestures say, "Yes, of course," but then she takes Tom's wrists and pins them to the bed above his head. Tom groans.

Mary is still suspended above Tom; her breasts are hanging over him, her nipples nearly grazing his chest.

"Let's just talk," she says reasonably, still holding his wrists in place. She lowers her hips and brushes her bush lightly up and down the shaft of his dick, teasing him. "Why don't you tell me all about yourself? Tell me about your favorite grocery store or some shit."

"Oh, you're awful!" Tom protests, laughing.

"Sweet man, you know I'm only playing." Mary leans in and kisses Tom deeply. "You know that I love you." She stops rubbing her bush against him, suddenly serious. "I love you. And that's why I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Tom looks at her, shaking his head in wonderment. But there's no denying that he is rock hard.

Mary climbs off of Tom and pushes him higher on the bed, into a seated position. Then, still facing him, she leans back and arches a leg over his. With both arms placed behind her for support, she tilts her open pussy up and down, raising it off the mattress, displaying herself to him. After a moment she leans on one arm, and with her free hand, rubs deep into her pussy to gather the juices there. Her hand comes away glistening and sticky.

Mary takes that hand and reaches to wet Tom's dick. After a few pumps, she raises her hips higher and closer to Tom, and places the tip of his hard cock between her lips. Then she sinks straight down onto him.

Only Mary's pussy and Tom's cock are touching. There is no embrace, no caressing, only her hips tilting and her pussy fucking him. Mary's ass never touches the bed. She strokes up and down on Tom's cock, again and again, eating him hungrily.

"I'm working hard right now, Tom," Mary says between breaths. "I'm gonna work to get off here, but I need you to work, too. I need to see you pushing into me. Good. Thank you. Lift those hips. Higher. Good job. All I need is that dick, Tom. That's all I need."

Tom is certainly trying. He thrusts and thrusts, mirroring the movement of Mary's hips. But her energy seems limitless, and Tom is exhausted. It's in his face, he knows. And Mary seems to get off on it.

Mary is flushed and sweating. Her wet hair is plastered to her forehead. She is snarling and scowling, and at this point, basically barking orders at him.

"FUCK ME. FUCK ME. GIMME THAT FUCKING DICK. I WANT THAT FUCKING COME."

Mary loves to work Tom hard. She loves to feel her hips bucking against his, to see their thighs tensing and straining together. She loves seeing her pussy and his cock suspended in the space between them while they screw.

When she senses that Tom is close, Mary softens her tone. "You almost ready, buddy? Does that feel good? It feels so good to me, sweetie. Let's get ready to come, huh?"

She watches Tom's face intently. His eyes are closed and she can see them rolling around in their sockets. His mouth hangs open and he breathes heavily. When his neck turns to jelly and his shoulders start to quiver, she knows he's there.

On Tom's next thrust, Mary matches his rhythm and launches her hips forward as far as she can. He's balls deep in her now; Mary swears she can feel his cock push against her stomach. At that moment, she uses all her energy to clench her pussy around him.

Tom is immobilized. His hips continue bucking, he wants to stroke in and out, but Mary will not let him. He claws frantically at the bedclothes, a confused and weak expression on his face. He cries out.

"It's all right," Mary says soothingly. "It's all right, my love." She squeezes Tom even harder and pulls back slightly, milking him. "Just lay back and let go. Just let it feel good. I want all of your load in me. I want all of that perfect come."

Tom lays against the headboard in a prone position. He's spent now, not moving at all. "Oh sweet Jesus," he says quietly, his voice shaking.

Mary continues squeezing and milking Tom for a full minute. Then, when his cock begins to soften and Mary has reached the limit of her endurance, she falls back onto the bed luxuriantly and lets him slide out. Mary's eyes are closed in a rapturous expression. She runs her fingers through her hair, cooing softly. Tom looks on her in amazement. Her pussy is wide open, like a pale pink orchid. Tom watches as his come pours out of her.

Tom puts fresh linens on the bed while Mary pees, and then he and Mary step into the shower together.

While they wash up there is some kissing, and a bit of modest groping. Mostly, they just make each other laugh; the acoustics in the shower are perfect for singing opera and making barnyard animal noises. After showering they dry themselves with the deep, fluffy towels provided with the rental, and help apply moisturizer to each other. Their touches are entirely nonsexual—a sort of unspoken promise to behave for the rest of the night, Mary supposes. If she had to make the same promise out loud, it's likely she could not.

Mary is in bed ahead of Tom, waiting for him. She is naked. Tom slips in next to her wearing his boxers. "Ooh, snuggle up, Tom. I need you to keep me warm. And I want to tell you something. Get ready for some real talk."

"Uh oh," Tom says, pulling her close. "What is it? Am I in trouble?"

"You're not in trouble." Mary's face is close. Her body smells sweet. "I just wanted to talk about the elephant in the room." She appears nervous; Tom listens attentively.

"I don't know what tomorrow will bring for us," Mary continues. "I don't know if you'll want to be with me even one more day. I know that I'll want to be with you. I want to spend every minute of the next week with you. But if you want space for the rest of your vacation, I'll give it to you. I want you to be happy, and have a nice time.

"But the thing is, whatever happens between us over the next week, whether we're together or we aren't, in six days I'm going back to my apartment and my cat and school and my job in Toronto. And you'll be in Boston. I hope we will see each other again soon. I'll work to make that happen—if you want it. Maybe you won't want it. Maybe you'll find other love. If that's what happens, I want you to understand that I will be ok with that. You and I opened our hearts to each other tonight, and it may just be that this is it. Only one night. I am very realistic about what happened between us here, and what the future holds."

Mary is silent, and Tom is silent. There is more coming, and he waits.

"I say all of this as background. This is a prelude to what I am about to say. What I want to say is that I love you. I said it while we were fucking, and I meant it. I love you with all my heart, Tom. I give myself to you completely. I will always love you. Without a doubt, you are one of the great loves of my life.

"And this is true even if we never see each other again. Because what we have had together tonight...I am taking it home with me. The trust I feel for you and care you've shown me. The safety you've given me. I know what love looks like now, and I won't settle for anything less. Never again. It's like you said earlier—going forward, I will always ask for whatever makes me feel good, or listened to, or cherished. That's the standard now. Even when I am alone, knowing what love really is will make my solitude so much sweeter.

"Anyway, all of this probably sounds crazy. But there you go."

Tom brings Mary's hand up to his lips and kisses it. "It doesn't sound crazy at all," he says. "And I will say the same to you. I love you, Mary. I am yours always. Whatever happens in our lives, even if you marry or I marry, when we see each other again, that love and care will be in my heart.

"Responding to you, to your openness and your vulnerability, honoring the trust you've placed in me, rewarding you by giving of myself—I think all of that makes me a better person. And it also proves that caring for someone I love can be a healing and rewarding experience. I needed to see that again. Thank you for showing me."

Mary kisses him passionately. Their tongues play for a minute, deep, devouring kisses, and then Tom begins kissing her neck and shoulders. Mary feels his hard cock against her leg. Before she does anything with that cock, she thinks, she is going to be very good about getting Tom's enthusiastic consent. She made a commitment to herself.

"Tom?" she asks, and he looks up at her. "Like l said before—I want to be with you this week. Does that sound good?" Tom nods emphatically.

"Oh, thank you, Tom. Well, like I said, going forward I'm going to always ask for what I need. And I'm going to ask for it from you. I'm going to seem very 'extra,' so I hope you're ready for that." She laughs.

"I want as much Tom as I can get this week. I need to bank some love so that I can think of you and how you make me feel when I'm alone in my bed.

"I want to come with you and come on you as much as possible this week." She pauses, and places her palms flat on his chest. "And I know it's after midnight now, and we're all cleaned up, and l've already worked you so hard and you're exhausted. But I really want to come on you once more tonight. Just one more time, I promise. Can we do that? Please?"

Tom smiles, and strokes Mary head. “Oh, I love you, Mary.”

"We can do it any way you want. Whatever feels good to you, or is easiest. If I can come on you I will be happy. I don't want you to feel used, though. I respect you too much to use you selfishly. Just tell me what you're comfortable with."

Tom smiles mischievously. "You respect me too much to use me selfishly. But do you love me enough to use me selfishly, if that's what I want?"

Mary grins. She is very, very horny right now. "Tom, just tell me what to do. I'll do anything."

"I want you to use me. I want you to use my face. Like an inanimate object. Like you're alone at home and all you have are your fingers and your pillow."

Mary looks faint for a second. "My God—I almost came just now, Tom." She hugs him. "You are too good to me."

Mary jumps out of bed quickly and runs to the bathroom, returning with a plush towel and a bottle of lube. "Scootch down a smidge on the bed, sweet man. Ok?" She lifts Tom's head and turns his pillow parallel to his body, covering it with the towel before easing him down again.

Mary straddles Tom's face. He is staring at the loose folds of her pussy. He has never wanted anything in his mouth more than he wants her pussy right now. Mary opens the bottle of lube, and Tom stops her.

"Can I just suck on you for a minute first?" he asks.

"Gosh, yes!" Mary replies, and dips herself into his waiting mouth.

Just as Mary suggested, Tom is tired. Completely beat. So he's delighted to simply lay there with her pussy in his mouth, with her soft, pliable lips swirling around his tongue. Mary is tangy, slightly salty, and she smells wonderful.

"I'm know my technique isn't great," Tom says, taking a break to breathe. "Sorry about that. I just love sucking you so much! Indulge me just a little bit more, and then you can have your way with me."

Mary murmurs something unintelligible. She has one hand placed on the headboard for support, her other arm thrown high and resting on top of her head. Her hips twitch and gyrate. After another minute of Tom's sucking, she reaches over awkwardly to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand, flips open the lid, and reaches back to pour it deep into her ass. Then she brings the bottle around the front to drizzle lube all over her pubes and the insides of her thighs.

"Sweet Tom," she says breathlessly. "Take your hand and squeeze my shoulder blade. The left one. Squeeze it four times quick. Yep, that's it. Now, that's exactly what you're going to do if this gets to be too much for you. Do that and I'll stop. But just remember that unless you do that, I'm going to ignore you. I'm about to get off here. So get ready."

Without further ceremony, she lowers her full weight onto Tom's face. She begins stroking from the top of her bush and follows through to slide the entire length of her ass against Tom's mouth and nose. Then back again, slowly. And repeat. Her pussy juice and the lube combine so that there is almost no friction, none except for the delicious feeling of Tom's stubble against her thighs.

"Fuuuuuuuck yesssssss," Mary says, dreamily. She grips the headboard tightly with both hands, using the extra leverage to complete longer and harder sweeps against Tom's face. At the same time, she squeezes her thighs and her ass cheeks together so that he is completely enveloped. She stops the long passes for a moment to grind her clit against his nose, and then decides that she wants more lube. She pours the remainder of the bottle directly onto Tom's face. His eyes close reflexively, otherwise he remains totally passive.

Mary's strokes become crazy, chaotic. She is riding Tom brutally. She's not thinking very clearly, but she manages to get out a few words. "Remember, four squeezes!" There is a note of warning in her voice. She can't imagine how Tom can breathe right now, and right now she isn't able to care. Her breathing becomes low, guttural, and finally resolves into a growl.

Mary is on the precipice. In the final seconds before her orgasm she reaches her right hand under Tom's head and lifts him up, crushing him against her while she grinds. When she comes, her climax is announced with four escalating grunts, each one more coarse and angry than the last. Her hips shake and her thighs tremble. She stops bucking against Tom. Juices flood out of her pussy and drench his face.

Mary collapses backwards, one leg still thrown over Tom's chest and shoulder. "Holy fucking Christ," she says, gasping for breath. "Holy shit. My God. My God. I have never come like that before."

Tom is sputtering and laughing, and it is only then that Mary realizes she nearly drowned him. She crawls up to him and sees the sorry state he is in. "Oh, my poor, poor man!"

"Don't cry for me," Tom says, wiping Mary's juices out of his eyes and nose. "I died doing what I loved." Mary laughs, and kisses him.

Mary pulls the wet towel from the bed and finds a fresh pillow for Tom. Then she runs to the bathroom to clean herself up. After a minute she returns to the bedroom with a warm wet washcloth. She cleans Tom's face, head, and neck tenderly, and then she turns out the light and slips under the covers beside him.

"Are you ready for some well-earned rest, sweet man? You worked so hard tonight. And you made me feel so good. Thank you." She kisses him.

"You made me feel incredible as well, Mary. You are so lovely. I'm very happy we met."

Mary brings her breast to Tom's lips and strokes the nipple up and down to create an opening. "Is this ok?" she asks. "I think it'd be a cozy way to fall asleep together."

"Yes! Thank you, sweet Mary." Tom's eyes close dreamily and he latches on.

In the glow of moonlight Mary can see pine trees outside the window, their branches moving steadily in the wind. The window is still open slightly, and though the breeze is insistent, Mary is warm in bed with Tom.

"Listen to the wind blowing through the pine needles, Tom. Isn't that a nice sound to hear while we drift off?" Tom murmurs and pulls her closer, sucking gently.

"Sweet dreams, my friend," Mary continues, closing her eyes and snuggling Tom tight. "I'm so happy to have another day with you tomorrow."

Thank you for reading! If you are inclined, please let me know your reactions to my story.