A rude knock at the door
She was awoken with a start to the loud knock at the door. "Who the hell could that be at 6 am". She had been looking forward to sleeping in but had already been woken up by her large dog that just had to go out. He did his business earlier but decided it was a great idea to roll in the mud while he was out. Just wanting to go back to bed and not deal with him, she put him in the basement, however not before he had soiled her robe that she put in the hamper for washing later. Slipping into an over sized T-shirt she went to the door. " yes what is it?" As she peered out of the crack of the door at the man standing there. " I am so sorry, but I am a bit lost and my cell is dead, can I use your house phone?". He didn't look threatening at all, had a kind face with dark hazel eyes and was dressed sharply even though he was sporting jeans and a dress shirt. "I'm not really dressed right now" she said. "It will only be a second, I promise" he cut her off. "Well no funny business" and she let him in fully aware that her shirt was not really covering herself as she attempted to pull it down in the front and back. As she let him in the dog managed to escape his imprisonment and bounded at the strangers. Bowling him over and licking and slobbering his face. The man although surprised was not upset until he looked down at his shirt and pants which were now covered in mud. " Christ almighty, I have a business meeting tonight, I'm trying to find the bed and breakfast I'm supposed to be staying in and now I'm covered". She had secured the dog by his collar and had lost sense of the fact that her shirt was no longer covering her, leaving herself to be seen by the whole world, if she hadn't been inside. It took both of her hands to wrestle with the dog because of his size, so there was not much she could do about it. "You wait here and I will take care of the dog, just a sec and I will be right back" she said red faced. He watched her go as her beautiful ass poked out from her T-shirt as she struggled. She returned to him stranding in the living room, she was flushed from both fighting the dog and her nudity but she didn't try to hide herself anymore because it was pointless. He had already seen everything and the fact that this handsome stranger with the kind eyes was not being uncouth about it was a bit of a turn on. " I can wash and dry those clothes quickly if you wish, I am sorry about the dog" she said as he stood there head to toe in big muddy paw prints. "Weellll, are you sure" he replied " I don't have anything to change into". " I'll be right there, I am sure I can find something that will fit." She went upstairs but the only thing clean she could find was a very short red silk robe. It would never fit but atleast it was clean. " sorry, its all I have" as she approached him with it. "It'll have to do I guess, got a place to change?". " well I don't want you Tracing mud through my house, let me pull the blinds and you can change right here..I'll turn my back". As he started to get undressed she turned a one-eighty and faced the living room plasma TV. It only took her seconds to realize she could see his reflection in the glass. He was getting undressed slowly out of his pants so as to not produce any more mud on her floor. Then his shirt. She was a little embarrassed by watching him but what the hell, he had already gotten an eye full of her and fair is fair, right. That's when she saw him for the first time, he really must have liked what he had seen. He was fully erect and had some serious length. She was feeling herself getting wetter by the second. He dawned the robe, but as she expected, it was to short to cover him completely. He grabbed his clothes and told her she could turn around as he attempted to cover his raging hard on. She grabbed the clothing as if to take them from him to be washed and there it was in all its glory protruding from the silly woman's robe he was wearing. "I'm sorry..I didn't mean...." She cut him off as she reached for his polearm and leaned into him. He cupped her head and passionately kissed her full on the mouth and moaned a little as she stroked his cock slowly, feeling her warm small hand on his shaft. She worked him up and down with her velvet grip as he reach down below her thighs and reciprocated. She was hot, and soaked. He moved her hand away and pressed the head between her legs hard against her clit. As he continued to seek and discover her tounge with his. He pushed her to the hard wood floor and now was exploring every inch of her body with his mouth and tongue. Her steel nipples were one of his first … He sucked, kissed and picked them to the point that they almost hurt and she thought they might pop off into his mouth. He then followed her abs to her wide open pussy. He again sucked, nibbled and tongued her lips. When he entered her with his tongue she lost it and her hips bucked and back arched in an almost impossible angle. At that very moment he took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard at it while pressing his tongue against it and one of his fingers entered her, she came and came hard. Her pussy had become a small gieser and filled his mouth and face. He moved up to her, kissing her. She could taste herself in his mouth as he penetrated her with his cock even before her aftershocks had subsided causing her to cum again as she felt him part her lips and sink to the hilt. He started to grind her slowly at first giving her barely enough time to recoup before he started pushing fasted and harder. Each time he was hitting her wombs opening as well as his bridge bone smashing against her clit. She felt his body stiffen as well as his cock swell. It was his turn and she wanted it. His girth increased and he pressed hard into her. She thought he was going to crush her clit and the head of his cock felt like it was in her throat as he filled her hot gash with his cum. Both exhausted they laid there for a minute. Coming to their senses, he looked at her and smiled devilishly, "you know.. That laundry never made it to the washer, that means we got more time right?"
