Morning

Three days after I handed her my card, she led me into her bedroom, locked the door and pulled my hand up underneath her skirt.

"You seem happy to see me." I put down the coffee I had brought with me. If I get invited to a woman's home in the morning, the least I can do is bring coffee. And condoms.

She guided two of my fingers into the wet folds of her pussy and sighed. "There's something I didn't tell you, Mon."

"Oh?" I curved my fingers and slid them lazily back and forth.

"I haven't had any for almost a year."

"What? Coffee?"

"Fuck off!" She held my wrist tightly, rotating her hips against my hand. "Sex, you idiot. I think my virginity's grown back."

The muscles of her pussy clutched around my fingers. I kept thinking about how it would feel when they got to grasp my cock. She leaned back against the door, thrusting her hips forward, taking my fingers in deeper.

"A year's a long time." I tried to pull my hand back. No luck. "I think this calls for a detailed examination... You should take your clothes off."

"Yeah, I should..." She held my wrist with both hands while I fingered her cooperatively. "It's just... I want to..."

"Yes?"

"Let me come like this. Then we'll get naked. And fuck. A lot."

"Sounds like a plan."