I was walking

I was walking,
Where I had walked before,
Although,
Not recently.

Without thought,
Without thinking,
I strolled down a street,
I had often,
Strolled down before.

At the end of a walk,
In the middle of the block,
A newspaper lay.

Still,
Without thought,
Without thinking,
I picked it up,
To lay it on,
The porch.

A kindness,
I often do,
For many,
During my,
Early morning walks,
So that in the,
Early morning,
To their surprise,
The paper is at their door,
Not,
Away down the walk.

Without thought,
Without thinking,
I approached the porch,
Paper in hand.

And,
The door opened,
Enough,
For a hand,
To extend,
To take the paper.

It sometimes happens that way,
Now and then,
Often enough,
That it was still,
Without thought,
Without thinking,
That I reached out the paper,
To that out-reaching hand.

The opening,
Was enough,
For me to see,
(As I am certain,
Was intended),
And,
To recognize,
(Also, I am certain,
Intended)
A bare breast,
And a triangle of hair,
Both,
I well recalled,
From the pleasure,
Mutually enjoyed,
Several times,
Many, many,
Months before.

The door swung,
Just wide enough,
For a nearly full body view,
Of my fondly,
Remembered,
Partner,
With whom,
I had shared many hours,
Of joyful pleasure.

But not,
Wide enough,
For my entry.

I turned to leave,
Reminiscing,
When her voice,
Caused me to turn back,
To a door,
Now much more widely open,
Providing me with an absolute gorgeous,
Full body view,
Causing a beginning of arousal,
Clearly apparent,
To her eyes,
As they traveled down,
From my face,
To the bulge in my sweat pants.

With a coy sort of smile,
(Actually, more of a lascivious grin)
She swung the door open,
Inviting me to enter.

As I stepped through the door,
Her mouth met mine,
In a kiss,
That was an erotic flashback,
Of times,
Between us,
I had thought,
Long since lost.

Memories,
Quickly interrupted by,
Her pushing the door closed,
As she swiftly,
Yanked,
My shirt over my head,
While rubbing her foot,
Up my leg until,
Using her toes,
To grip the waist of my sweat pants,
She force them to the floor,
Holding them there,
So that raising my foot,
First one,
Then the other,
Caused each sandal,
And leg of my pants,
To remain on the floor.

Because I do not wear,
Anything,
Under my sweats,
She had me,
In the space of time,
Of that first kiss.
As bare as she was.

When I felt,
Her right hand,
Wrap around my cock,
Stroking it,
With a fondly,
Erotically,
Remembered rhythm,
And the fingers of her left hand,
Gripped my butt cheek,
I answered in kind.

First one finger,
Then two,
Found their way into,
Her already moistening cunt,
Followed by rubbing,
Of a sort,
I remembered,
Aroused her,
Both uncontrollably
And,
Nearly instantly.

My other hand,
Gripping a handful of butt cheek,
Pulled her toward me,
Caused her to jam hard,
Up against me,
So that her hand,
Wrapped around my cock,
Met my hand,
Two fifths of which were,
Massaging her cunt.

With a guttural moan,
She growled for me,
To get my fingers out of her,
So that she could,
Guide my cock into her.

As quickly as my fingers left her cunt,
I used them to grab,
Grip,
Squeeze,
Her other butt cheek,
Giving me a two handed grasp,
I used to raise her clear of the floor.

As quickly as she had my cock,
Lined up to,
Enter her cunt,
She wrapped her now,
Free hand and arm,
Around my neck,
Quickly joined there by,
Her other hand and arm,
Pulled her mouth higher,
Even with mine,
And stuck her tongue,
Literally,
Down my throat,
Slid her inner thighs,
Up the outsides of my thighs,
Brought our pelvises together,
And,
Swallowed my cock,
With her cunt;
Forcing me deeply,
Inside her.

As she wrapped her legs,
Tightly around me,
To hold me inside her,
I pushed her against the wall,
Driving my cock,
As forcefully inside her,
As I could.

Again,
Again,
And,
Again.

Our mouths mashed together,
My chest flattening her breasts,
Her groin receiving my,
Repeatedly,
Violently,
Bruising,
Pounding into her.

For a moment our mouths broke apart,
I spotted the sofa,
Turned her around,
Bent her over its arm,
Twisted one of my hands in her hair,
Grabbed,
Squeezed one of her breasts with the other,
Thrust my cock,
Repeatedly,
As deeply as I could,
Into her cunt.

Her breathing,
And mine,
Became,
Ragged,
Panting.

Sweat dripped from,
My face,
To splash on her back,
Run down,
Her ass crack,
And lubricate,
My repeated,
Pounding into her.

My pelvis,
Slammed,
Slapped,
Smacked,
Smashed,
Against her ass,
Until her cheeks,
Began to glow,
Pink.

Until simultaneously,
As she convulsed around me,
I pulled back on her hair,
Shoved furiously into her,
One last time,
And convulsed there,
Within her.

Our joined cum,
Ran down her legs,
And mine,
Wetting her feet,
And mine,
Wetting the arm of the sofa,
Puddling on the floor.

With a ragged breath,
She whispered,
“I remember that,
You like a cup of coffee,
After.”

All I could do was nod,
As I withdrew from her.

My hand on her shoulder,
Her’s around my waist,
Actually,
Helping,
Suporting
Each other,
As we stumbled,
To her kitchen.

In her kitchen,
I sat at her glass topped table,
On one of her triangle shaped chairs.

With the chair’s back,
Between two of the triangle points,
The third point separated my legs,
Displaying for her view,
Through the glass top,
My not yet flaccid,
Still cum covered,
Cock.

A view I knew she enjoyed,
(More than I enjoyed the coffee)
While I enjoyed the view of,
Her cum glistening,
Sparkling,
Triangle of hair,
And the barely hidden shape,
Hinted at there.

As we sipped,
Enjoying the view,
We chatted.

Knowing that,
She enjoyed the view,
As did I,
(I enjoyed not just the view,
But, also, I enjoyed,
Her enjoyment of the view)
Served to keep,
Me more erect,
Than I might ordinarily be,
After sex.

Which,
Of course,
Increased,
Her enjoyment of the view.

Which,
Of course,
Caused increase flushing,
On her breasts,
And,
Some erectness of her nipples.

Which,
Of course,
Increased my own,
Erection.

Which increased,
Her enjoyment of the view.

Which . . .

All the while we chatted.

I ask why we had stopped;
It had been 18 months or so.

She answered that there had,
Started to be,
Too much “we”,
She wanted the sex,
Not the ”we”.

Not friends with benefits,
Just the benefits,
With someone,
Who wanted the same.

And yet,
Not anonymous,
One-night-stand,
Encounters,
Either.

She wanted a regular someone.

Someone who would do,
Give,
Her what she wanted in return,
For her doing,
Giving what he wanted.

But,
This was the important part to her,
Nothing more.

I said that I was,
Up,
With that.

Her come back,
With glistening eyes,
Was that she could see,
Through the glass topped table,
That I was certainly,
Up,
For something.

And I noted that,
The glistening in her eyes,
Matched the glistening,
That was actually forming,
A growing wet spot,
On her chair.

From there,
It was a quick,
Move,
To lifting her up,
Setting her on,
The edge of the table,
Where she leaned back,
Spread her legs,
Hooked them over my shoulders,
And received me,
Into her,
For a much less frantic,
Eye staring into eye,
Slow fuck.

And,
After,
Maybe,
Another cup of coffee,
With a view.