Morning Walk

Walking the trail,
Along the green belt,
Behind the row,
Of newly built homes.

On the deck,
Of the yellow one,
With white trim.

Head and shoulders,
Visible,
Over the deck railing,
A woman was having,
Morning coffee.

She smiled,
“Want some?”

Entering through the gate,
Across the lawn,
To the stairs,
Leading to the deck,
“Sure,
Sounds good,
I’d like some.”

At the top of the stairs;
Not visible from the trail,
She was sitting there,
Naked —
Parting her legs:
“I wasn’t offering,
Coffee.”

Looking at her,
Smiling,
“Sounds even better.”

Putting her cup down,
She rose,
Looked around,
Over the railing,
Both ways on the trail,
Looked at me,
Bent over the table’s edge,
“I’m ready.”

Crossing to her,
Unzipping my pants,
Pushing down my shorts,
“So am I.”

Tracing the valley,
Between her butt cheeks,
With the head of my cock,
Pausing,
Teasing,
At her ass hole.

She wiggled,
“Not there,
This time.”

My cock’s path,
Continued down,
Found her,
Pussy lips,
Wet,
Ready.

Parted them,
Sliding,
Slowly,
Between them,
Until my pelvis bone,
Pressed,
Tightly,
Bumping,
Grinding,
Against,
Those lips.

Paused there,
As my hand,
Moved around her hips,
My fingers,
Found her clit,
Began,
Massaging,
Stroked it.

In rhythmic time,
My cock moved,
In-and-out of her cunt,
My fingers caressed,
Her clit.

My other hand,
Found her nipples,
Pinched one,
Rubbed the other.

Soon,
Her breathing changed;
Quickened,
Deepened,
Became,
Panting;
Almost —
Sobbing.

Her hips,
Arched up,
Welcoming,
Me driving my cock,
Into her cunt —
She gasp,
Twitched;
Her cunt contracted,
She convulsed —
I continued thrusting,
My cock,
Into her cunt.

As her orgasm,
Slackened,
Mine began —
Emptying,
Deeply,
Into her cunt,
Squirt,
Followed by,
Squirt --
Gushing,
Until I was,
Finished.

As I stood,
Pulled out of her,
She stood,
Our combined,
Liquids,
Running from,
Her cunt,
Down her legs.

She reached,
Her hand down,
Wiping the wetness,
Licking it from her fingers,
Savoring,
Smiling,
“I have coffee,
Every morning,
About this time --
If you’d like,
To join me.”

My answer,
As I pulled up,
My shorts,
Over my wet,
Still stiff cock,
And zipped my pants,
“Joining you,
Would be,
My pleasure.”

She giggled.

I continued,
On my walk,
Dreaming of,
Tomorrow,
And the tomorrows,
After that.