"You don't look bad yourself, there, fella", I heard her answer. I'd started working out some time before, so I knew that while I didn't have six-pack abs, I was still fit.
We stood there for a few more seconds before she quietly said "Now, about this getting laid business…"
I had to laugh for a moment before releasing her; together, we went over to the bed and I helped her pull the bedcovers down before we both climbed in and met in the middle. After we'd shared a few kisses, she told me "Just so you know, you don't have to worry about birth control. I'm on the Pill, more for convenience than need, I'm sorry to say."
"Well, we'll just have to see what we can do about that", I told her, getting a small laugh in return.
Our lips met again, and as we rekindled our passion, I placed my hand over her breast. She released a soft, short moan, and I began to explore the warm bundle of flesh in my hand and its twin; it didn't take me long to conclude that her breasts were as wonderful to hold as they were to look at: each nicely overfilled my hand, and felt smooth and soft on its surface while having the firmness of a marshmallow underneath. My fingertips easily found the circle where her areolas rose up from the surrounding flesh, and carefully mapped their pebbled surface before continuing onward. Her nipples were apparently made of some new rubber-like plastic with amazing capabilities: even as I was gently teasing and pulling on them, they would get longer and harder. When erect, they stood out a good half an inch from their base. I was having a dandy time amusing myself with them when she reached between us and took my semi-erect penis in her hand. As she started slowly and gently stroking me, I figured it wouldn't be polite to let her get too far ahead of me – and reciprocated by caressing my way down her body until my hand was at her pelvis. Her mons being shaved, there wasn't anything to keep me from enjoying how soft and smooth it was; when my fingers first eased between her legs, she quickly moved one aside in invitation for me to explore farther. It didn't take me long to discover that her labia were somewhat long: I could feel their edges simply by running my fingertip along her cleft. Further investigation let me know that they were also thin and soft – and the area between them already wet with her juices.
Farther up, her clitoris had started to make its appearance; with the encouragement it got from my fingertip, it soon threw off its cloak so that I could tend to it properly. The size of a small pea, it proved to be very sensitive to my touch. Peggy's soft moans quickly and steadily grew in frequency and volume when I used the oils she was producing to lubricate things as I softly petted it. That also inspired her to stimulate ME more, too, and it didn't take much time before she had me fully erect.
Once she was satisfied that I was as ready as I needed to be, she was panting softly as she told me "I want you in me… it's been too damn long, and you're making me crazy. I'll do whatever you need to get ready again, but I've got to have you in me now!"
I'll admit to being surprised at hearing that so soon; but if she said she was ready, then I had to figure she was. When I eased my hand from between her legs, she moved from laying on her side to being on her back before pulling her knees up and spreading her legs. I got to my knees so that I could move to between her legs, but before I could start to move she told me "I know I'm already so wet inside – but it'll be easier if you let me get YOU wet on the outside" before licking her lips suggestively. I moved closer to her head, and she raised her body enough to support herself on her elbow before turning her head and opening her mouth. Before I had time to even think about it, she'd taken half my length into her mouth and was using her tongue to do some rather interesting things as she applied her saliva to my manhood.
While I would have been willing to let her continue her efforts for, say, the next couple of years, she was satisfied sooner than that: with me as hard as possible, and suitably lubricated, she let me slip from between her lips and lay down again. It took me only a few seconds to get myself in position; then I took a few more to look her over: the firm thighs that led my gaze to her bare mons, with her slightly parted inner labia visible at the bottom of her cleft. Even as I was looking at her, she reached down and covered the lower part of her mound before using her fingers to open herself up to me and letting me see the glistening ring of her opening. I could swear it winked at me before I heard her plaintive "Please?"
Leaning forward, it took only a few moments for me to get the head of my erection between her fingers and gently pressing against the entrance to her womanhood. As I pressed myself forward, I could feel her deliberately relaxing herself as I slowly penetrated her farther and farther. When the head of my cock slipped through, I held myself still for a few seconds – both to see if she needed or wanted time to get used to me (she had said it had been months for her), and to let myself get used to the incredible warmth and tightness of her.
She pulled her hand from between us, then put it and the other on my ass and pulled on me, trying to get me farther into her; apparently, the only problem she had was that I wasn't moving fast enough for her. Lowering my body so that I was supporting myself on my elbows, I nuzzled her ear as I arched my hips and started sliding more and more of my hard cock onto the tight confines of her pussy. I was able to keep filling her with that slow thrust until my balls were resting against the bottom of her ass – something made possible only by the combination of how wet she was, and the liberal coating of saliva she'd left on my cock. Both of us could feel that I was inside her about as far as I could go, and I heard her softly say "Damn, that feels good!".
I had to agree, since her warm sheath was wrapped around my entire length, feeling like it was at least one size too small. Feeling how wet she was inside, and from how she'd wanted me to get my cock in her as soon as she had, I didn't figure that there wouldn't be any problems if I wanted to start moving in her. After taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of her vagina clamped around me while the warm pillows of her breasts pressed against my chest, I began slowly easing myself back out of her until only about a quarter of my penis was still inside her before reversing direction and filling her again. Arching her hips up in welcome to my penetration, she released a deep moan of pleasure that lasted until my pelvis came into contact with hers. I repeated my actions several more times, each a little faster and harder than the one before, and her response left no doubt that she really did enjoy sex – a lot.
It wasn't long before I was steadily pistoning in and out of Peggy's girl chamber, and hearing as her increasing wetness added a distinctly liquid tone to our activity. The abundance of her fluids also resulted in the unique aroma of aroused female getting steadily thicker in the air. And as if all that wasn't enough to keep me interested, she was also considerably more vocal than most women I'd been with. Not that she was loud or anything, but that she was actually talking as I moved in her – telling me such things as "Oh, god, yes, fuck me!" and "Ohhhhh, that feels so good!" and other such verbal encouragements. I already knew that I was a good lover from the reactions I usually got from women; but the kind of feedback I was getting from Peggy was as clear and unambiguous as could be.
I was in that phase where the sex was feeling better and better, but not yet approaching release, when she started having a series of small orgasms. I doubt that the first one lasted more than a couple of seconds, but she clearly found it satisfactory. A couple of minutes later, she had another one that was a trifle stronger. After that, they started happening for her with gradually decreasing time in between, and increasing intensity. With each one, she would get tighter around me and her vagina would go through a number of mild spasms; by the time it was over, she'd be a little wetter and even warmer inside – and just as tight around me as when I'd first entered her. The end result was that each of her climaxes was pushing me closer and closer to my own. It was when she had three progressively more powerful orgasms in what couldn't have been longer than a single minute that the cumulative effect of all the stimulation got to me. With a deep groan of my own, I buried myself in her as far as I could, just ahead of the first eruption of my cock. I don't know if it was because I was trying to fill her with my cum, or simply because that was what her orgasm was going to be like anyway, but the clenching of her vagina didn't begin to taper off until after I'd emptied myself in her.