Panting slightly, I was holding myself over her when I felt her wrap her arms around me and pull me close so she could shower my face and neck and shoulders with a multitude of kisses as she repeatedly thanked me and told me how good I'd made her feel. She finally released her hold on me, and I was able to raise up enough to see her face; still a bit flushed from her arousal, there was no mistaking the sheer joy on it. Her eyes were twinkling when she told me "In-fucking-credible! I knew I was going to have orgasms, but I never expected them to be like that… I've had guys tell me that the way I feel inside when I orgasm makes them climax sooner than they want to – so there haven't been a lot of times that anybody has been able to make me feel that good. And now you're being such a dear by staying with me, instead of pulling out and going to sleep. I thought you were someone special before… but now…!"
I got her to quiet down through the simple expedient of kissing her; if I'd had any doubts before then, the way she returned my kisses made it amply clear that I'd brought her no small measure of satisfaction and pleasure.
The next couple of minutes were spent with the two of us intermittently sharing small, soft kisses – not just lip to lip, but to each other's face, neck, and shoulders, as well. While we were doing that, my penis was gradually shrinking inside the tight confines of her womanhood. When it was clear that I wouldn't be able to stay in her much longer, she surprised me by blushing slightly before telling me "When you slip out of me… I… I'd kind of like it if you could, um… move off of me, that way" – nodding her head the direction away from the door where I figured the bathroom was – "so I can get out of bed and into the bathroom. I'm not worried about getting pregnant or anything; I just don't want to make a big ol' wet spot we'd have to sleep in, and I want to clean up a little so I'm ready when you are again."
I smiled before giving the tip of her nose a small peck and answering "I can do that. I don't want us to sleep in a big ol' wet spot, either." She blushed again before I asked "So you think you want to stay up long enough for me to be ready again?", teasing her.
Somewhat bashfully, she answered "Yeah, I do. I know that all happened kinda quick for you, and I want to find out how good it can be with you when we take our time."
"Well, I don't think you'll have to wait too long for that-" I replied.
About then, I could feel it as my penis finally started to pull free of her. Doing as she'd asked, I managed to get myself off of her and out of the way as quickly as possible. Cupping her hand against her crotch, she hurried to scoot to the edge of the bed before making a dash into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. Amused, I was content to simply lay on my back with my hands behind my head as I waited for her to reappear. When she did, she saw me watching her, and faintly blushed before showing me that she had a damp cloth and towel in her hands. From the way she was looking at me, I got the idea that she wanted to clean my pelvis of our combined juices herself, so I held still as she did just that. Once she was satisfied with her handiwork, she took the things back into the bathroom before getting back onto the bed with me and snuggling into my side. I put my arm around her so that I could hold her breast in my hand; she sighed her contentment before putting her hand on my chest and resting her arm on me.
We lay there like that in silence for several minutes before I heard her say "It makes me feel so good to just be next to you like this. I'd probably get into trouble with the femininists if they ever heard me say this, but it just feels nice to be laying next to the guy that just made me feel so darn good while he was screwing me. And I like the way you're touching me, too – how you're holding my tit, I mean. I can feel it when you move your fingertips, and I know that you're doing that just because you like the way I feel; you're not getting worked up because you're playing with my tit, you're just enjoying the way my skin feels and that's just where your hand happens to be. And it makes ME feel good, knowing that you like touching me that way. Nobody has ever gotten past just getting their hands or mouths on my tits, and touched me the way you are. It lets me know that you like me for more than just how I look, and that you care – that there's a connection between us, like I like to have."
After hearing that, I couldn't resist running my thumb across her nipple (she tilted her head back to smile up at me, knowing that I was just being mischievous) before I answered "Yeah, I like holding your breast in my hand; it's warm, and soft and firm at the same time, and moving my fingertips around like that lets me enjoy how smooth it is, too. I do care about you, Peggy, and there IS a connection between us. We actually like each other for who we are – for what we see in each other. Yes, you're certainly attractive and sexy; but if we hadn't had the chance to get to chat and learn a little about each other while we were waiting for that traffic jam to clear up, I don't think that either one of us would have given the other another thought after I dropped you off. Then, tonight, we got to know each other better, and found that there's a lot that we have in common – but that there's enough different between us to make things interesting, too. So yeah, there's a connection there, and I like it as much as you do."
When I'd finished, she looked up at me again to smile before nestling her head into the hollow of my shoulder. Both of us were content to just lay there next to each other as we got ourselves recharged for the next go-round. As I continued to delight in the smooth surface of her mammary, she started doing the same to me, and letting her hand wander around my my chest and belly.
I knew that she was feeling frisky again when her hand began to drift lower and lower. Her fingers finally came into contact with my flaccid penis, and after she'd nudged it with her fingers a few times, she took it into her hand and gave it a couple of experimental strokes. When she didn't get the response she was hoping for, I heard her ask "You think we can get this thing working again now?"
I gave her breast a gentle squeeze and ran my fingers across her nipple before answering "I don't suppose it would hurt anything to at least try. Of course, there's no point, really, if that's working and you aren't ready – how about if we see if we can't help each other out a little?"
She tilted her head to look at me again, and I could hear the mix of amusement and pleased anticipation in her voice when she answered "I think I'd like that…"
From there, it took less than a minute before we were in the classic "69" position with her on top of me. As she was taking my cock in her hand, I got my first good look at her deforested mound. Her mons was full and distinct, flowing from the front of her pelvis to between her thighs in a smooth curve; along the lower half of her cleft, the edges of her labia protruded slightly. Visibly soft, they were indeed thinner than most I'd seen. Realizing that I was looking at her must have aroused her, because I saw her thin petals get a trifle darker and thicker. When I shifted my focus, I could also see that the hood of her clitoris was starting to make an appearance. I didn't have any difficulty detecting the unique aroma of her increasing arousal, and finally lifted my head so that I could slip my tongue between the delicate gates guarding her womanhood.