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He entered the room quietly. She was sitting in the only chair left in the room and looking out the window, a cup of cold coffee sitting in her hand. He wondered how long she had been sitting looking out the window.
"Ready?" he asked.
She started, suddenly aware again of her surroundings. "Oh, sorry. I was woolgathering."
He walked over to the window and looked out. "Are you going to miss it?"
Setting her coffee on the floor she joined him at the window. "Yes. You?"
"I guess some. It always was too small and there never was any parking," he said.
"But it was ours. Our first apartment," she said as she put her hand on his shoulder and leaned into him.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and smiled. "There are some good memories here." He paused, then asked, "Do you remember how we had to christen every room?"
She smiled back, "The kitchen was the worst."
"Not for me," he said. "The bath was the worst. That tub is hard on the knees."
"Poor baby," she said dancing away as he swatted toward her butt.
"At least your head wasn't bumping into the counter," she said as she walked around the room. She stopped by the fireplace. "Do you remember the first time we made love?" she asked.
He joined her by the fireplace and took her hand. "Of course. It was a cold blustery Saturday evening. I had laid a fire and we were lying on three blankets and the down comforter I had pulled off the bed." He took a step back.
"I was lying here," pointing. "You were there."
"And I rolled over and kissed you."
"A wonderful kiss," he said.
"And then the next thing I knew you had my clothes off," she said.
"It was hot in front of the fire," he responded. "And as I remember someone was pulling my clothes off just as fast."
She pirouetted away, "I certainly would never have done that. And never on a third date."
"Certainly," he said.
She pirouetted back into his arms. "You were wonderful."
"Thank you. You weren't so bad yourself," he said.
She got that impish grin on her face, the one he knew that always meant something devilish was up. "One last time?" she asked.
He looked around the apartment. Their things and been taken by the movers. All that was left were a few pieces that had come with the apartment. No bed, no sofa, no mattresses. He looked back with a question on his face.
"There's always the chair," she said. "We never did christen it."
He looked over at the chair covered with a plain white sheet. Not very big he thought. But who was he to turn down an offer like that? "One last poke for the road," he said smiling.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the chair. As he stopped, she melted into his arms. Their lips met in a soft kiss that quickly became passionate. She began to unbutton his shirt. He helped her pull it off. She pulled his belt loose and undid his Dockers. He pushed them down, stepped out of his deck shoes and pants. As he straightened, her hand wrapped around his cock. "Nice," she said as her hand slowly stroked him.
Spurred by her hand he reached behind her, found the zipper and quickly pulled it down. Her dress slipped from her shoulders. She smiled as her dress flowed down her body. She released his cock as the dress continued down to her feet. She pulled her slip over her head, paused with it dangling in her hand and then let it drop to the floor. He returned her smile. He dropped to his knees in front of her kissing her belly then lower. She reached behind and undid her bra shrugged it off and tossed it into the growing pile of clothes. She kicked off her heels. His hands went around her, kneading her ass as he kissed her belly. His hands slipped into her panties before coming around to the sides and pushing down slowly. His lips followed the panties down, kissing every inch as it was exposed. His lips trailed around her triangle and then down her thigh as he kept pushing her panties and nylons off. She stepped from the tangle when it reached her feet.
She pulled him up and pushed him into the chair. He slid his hips forward as she leaned over him. A kiss then she was sliding down between his legs. She kissed the inside of his thighs, higher and higher teasing him. She could feel him tense as she approached his manhood. She smiled at him and kissed away from his straining cock. A small moan escaped his lips. Hearing the moan, she moved up and took him into her mouth. He gasped at the sudden sensation. Her head bobbed, wetting him as her hand stroked him spreading the wetness of her mouth over his erection.
Taking her mouth from him, she stood, pushed his legs together, straddled him and settled onto his cock. She leaned back supporting herself on his thighs smiling down at him. He could feel the muscles in her squeezing him as she began small circles with her body. She lifted up leaving just the tip of him inside her as she bounced over him, teasing his most sensitive parts. He looked at her knowing he wouldn't last long like this. She smiled back, her eyes telling him, 'I want you to cum.' He let himself go allowing the feel of her hot wetness massaging his cock overcome his senses. His rapture quickly built. As he shuddered she plunged down burying him completely. He felt the first spasm as she bounced in his lap, pulling his orgasm from his loins.
Spent, his body went limp under her. She settled on his lap lying against him. He opened his eyes and she kissed him. "Oh my God," he said. "Sorry, but I didn't last long."
She kissed him again, "I know. Slam, bam, thank you Ma'am," she said smiling.
"Next time I see you sitting in a chair thinking..." He left that thought hang in the air.
"Next time I'll be thinking about our last time in our first apartment," she said.
"I love you."
"And I love you."
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