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

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:

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."

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