“Are you awake, Beautiful?” I asked Tammy.
“A little. Don’t move, I like it here,” Tammy cooed and snuggled closer to me.
Tammy feels so good when she cuddles against me. She tucks herself into a little ball with her face buried in my chest. I put my arm over her side and squeeze her and pat her little ass. Tammy giggles and snuggles closer.
“Whose turn is it to turn on the coffee pot? We need to set it so it starts itself,” I suggested.
“That’s fine for the weekdays, but not on our weekends. I don’t want it to start at six in the morning on our weekends,” Tammy complained.
“Well then, one of us is going to have to start it manually,” I tried to move.
Tammy was holding my cock, “Manually? Did you say manually?” she purred. I gave her butt a swat. “Oooo, now we’re talkin’,” Tammy teased.
“If I don’t do something very soon, it’s going to get serious here,” my bladder was starting to complain.
“Well, get comfortable and start the coffee, then I will get comfy. That’s another reason I don’t want to move,” Tammy confessed.
I went to the bathroom, made my bladder happy, then did a quick washup. When I opened the bathroom door, Tammy was sitting on the edge of the bed. She swatted my ass as I walked by and whistled.
“Nice ass ya bit brute,” then she whistled again.
I knew Tammy would take a few minutes, so I waited until the coffee pot finished. Fresh coffee smells so good, I poured our cups and took them to the bedroom. Tammy was propped up on pillows, the covers were pulled up but exposed her tits.
I put my cup on the nightstand and handed one to Tammy; she smiled as a thank you. I got in next to her, and we clinked our cups and had our first sip of hot black coffee. We went back for seconds and smiled at the results.
“Well, Hank, how did it feel seeing the old football bums? I loved it, I had a ball. Seeing the other cheerleaders, oh it brought back so many memories. And the places you would take me so we wouldn’t get caught doin’ the wild thing,” Tammy was blushing as she remembered.
“Well, I sure didn’t have to drag you. Most of the time, you had your blouse and bra,” she put her finger to my lips.
“Never you mind, Mr. Tight Jeans. You’d walk in the room with your tight jeans and my little coochie got so wet. You seduced me just by walking into the room, Tammy was lost in our memories.
“I fell in love with you the first time I saw those beautiful brown eyes and dark brown hair hanging down your back in that ponytail. Which directed me to that cute ass of yours, Miss Burton. I wanted to pat that butt before we were introduced,” I grinned as Tammy got redder.
“But ya know, Hank, the strongest memory I have of our early days. It was the barn dance at the Jacksons' just before graduation. You took me to the back of the barn, we crawled up the ladder to the hayloft. Then, ever so gently, you made me your woman.
You knew you were the first and you made it amazing. Your big, strong hands caressing every part of me, your lips of fire on mine. Then, slowly and gently, you made the little girl a woman, your woman. Hank, every time you touch me, I remember that first time. You still have the same strength that turns me on and the softness that makes my body yours.” Tammy leaned over and we kissed.
“That was a magical night, Tammy. It’s so hard to believe that it was almost twenty years ago. I loved you from our Sophomore year, then we got serious during our Junior year. I gave you my football ring and you put it on a necklace. To everyone, it was me and you,” I was lost in her reverie.
“I remember when it fell out of my blouse and Daddy saw it. I went and told Mom she had better have “THAT” talk with me,” Tammy giggled.
“When I asked your Daddy to marry you – remember? He asked if I had to,” Tammy and I started laughing.
But the laughing turned into our eyes meeting a growing need, desire. The cups of coffee were set aside and we embraced. I pulled Tammy closer to me, I pressed my lips against hers, and she closed her eyes and sighed.
Tammy’s breathing was getting a little faster, she traced her lips with her tongue, and then kissed me deeply. The longer we kissed, the faster our breathing became. I reached for her exposed tit and caressed it firmly, Tammy whimpered.
“I love you, Tammy, I will ‘till the day I die.” She put her finger to my lips.
“We will never be apart, we will go together. Now, Hank, take me back to the barn. Back up to hayloft, and make me your woman again like you have so many times,” her voice was soft and sensual.
Tammy slid down into the bed and uncovered her tender body. I bundled her in my arms and kissed her lips, then kissed and sucked her left tit. I caressed her other tit milking, gently squeezing, and rolling her nipple between my fingers. Tammy moaned softly and held my head against her.
I kissed and nibbled down to her tummy. Her body is so soft, sensuous, and delicious. Tammy squirmed as I nibbled her tummy and her sides. She would arch her body and groan with desire.
“Hank, yes. You’re making me insane, you have me so hot,” Tammy groaned. She was pushing my head toward her pussy.
I separated Tammy’s legs and kissed her inner thighs. Tammy whimpered when she felt my tongue lightly touch her pussy lips. She held my head as I slowly separated her lips with my tongue. I ran my hands up and down Tammy’s soft body. She cooed and moaned as the sensual sensations aroused her.
I caressed her tits in my hands squeezing them gently. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, then pulled them. Tammy squirmed and grabbed the sheets as I massaged her tits and sucked on her pussy lips. Her body was becoming damp, and her breath heavier.
I held her tits in a firm grasp and sucked her pussy lips into my mouth. I slid my tongue between her lips and in and out of her warm pussy. I could tell Tammy was getting ready to cum. She was moaning louder, and her sweet nectar was flowing more.
I ran my tongue once more between her lips then sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. Tammy groaned and pushed her hips against my mouth. She pulled her legs up and held my head on her clit. Tammy was panting and sweating, her pussy juice was flowing even more.
“Don’t stop – don’t – I’m ah – ah – ah – aaaah,” Tammy’s pussy squirted her warm cum all over my face.
I licked up as much of Tammy’s cum as I could. She held my head and her hips pushed her pussy harder against my mouth. I didn’t stop licking her pussy lips or her clit, Tammy was thrashing around trying to get free of my tongue.
Finally, she put her feet on my shoulders and pushed away from me. She covered her pussy with her hands. She was still squirming and rolling back and forth on the bed, groaning and smiling.
A few minutes passed, and Tammy settled down. “Are you finished, ya big brute?” she panted.
I got up on my knees Tammy’s eyes zeroed in on my rigid cock. “I guess not,” she purred.
Tammy reached out to me, and I lowered my body onto hers. She pulled her legs us and my cock found the warm opening of her pussy. I slowly filled her pussy with my cock her warm pussy juice wrapped around my cock. When all of my cock was inside of her, Tammy wrapped her legs around my waist.
I pressed my lips against Tammy’s moist lips. She sighed and put her arms around me. I stroked her pussy and Tammy pushed her hips up to meet mine. I was holding and massaging her tits, Tammy whimpered with delight. She squeezed me and I kissed her again.
“Hank, I want to be on top. I want to stroke your cock with my pussy. I want you to watch my boobies bounce when I ride you,” Tammy’s voice was soft and sultry.
“I love it when you do that, Baby. Hold on,” I whispered back.
We rolled over, as we have done many times—sometimes for me to be on top, sometimes for her. When I was on my back and she was comfortable, Tammy smiled.
“I love making you Hank, and I love making you cum,” Tammy cooed.
Tammy balanced herself with her hands on my chest, then rocked back and forth on my cock. I could watch her tits swing back and forth in the rhythm of her motions. She would lean forward and let me suck them and squeeze them’ that seemed to make me harder.
Tammy sat up and put her arms over her head. Then she began her version of a belly dance. She would sway her hips in a way that my cock head is rubbing against her pussy walls. It was a combination of her riding my cock and rocking on it. She jiggled her tits and made her tummy move like a sensual wave of flesh.
She seemed to know when I was going to cum. She would stop and ride my cock up and down in an erotic rhythm. She stares into my eyes and refuses to lose eye contact.
“I want all of it, please. I want all of your cum, Hank” Tammy begged.
My cock started shooting load after load of cum deep into Tammy. She moaned with glee as she felt the hot thick lava drip down her pussy walls. I was sweating and panting as I strained to shoot every drop of cum from my balls into Tammy. She sat on my cock wearing a sensual smile, a smile of victory if you will. I lay there exhausted, almost unable to move.
“My man looks a bit tired, and my coochie is very happy. She gets that way when my man can’t move,” Tammy giggled.
Tammy bent over I kissed her tits and we embraced. She felt so good on top of me, her nipples still hard from our sex. When my cock went limp and slid out of her, Tammy had a sad expression on her face.
“I thought I made him happy,” she pretended to pout. “I thought he was happy there.”
“Honey, he was, but he needs time to recover, just like me.” I was still panting.
Tammy rolled next to me and cuddled as close as she could. She inhaled deeply and slowly let it out. “Hank, you have made me the happiest woman on earth. I love you, Baby.”
“No one could make me as happy as you do. You mean everything to me. We’ve been together for a good many years, but after all of those years, it has still been too short of a time for me,” I squeezed her and gave her a kiss.
“Well, it’s Sunday, and anything we do after what you just did to me is going to be anticlimactic. No pun intended,” Tammy said.
“Is there anything you would like to do? It’s been a long time since we’ve been home. Some things will have changed and others haven’t. What would you say to go down Main Street and see if any of our old haunts are still around,” I suggested.
“I love it, Babe. Let me fix some breakfast for us, and we’ll head out,” Tammy was excited.
Tammy made it very clear that the kitchen is strictly off-limits. I am allowed to go for beer and snacks but that is all – period. But I can’t complain, I’m sitting here with my coffee and Tammy is making breakfast – naked. Life is tough. Oh, would I love to butter her buns and, well never mind.
“Hank, would you refill our coffee, I’m going to put our breakfast on the table,” Tammy asked. Damn, it smells wonderful.
“Here you are, my love, two strips of bacon a half slice of ham, two sausage links, and two eggs up. We’re out of hashbrowns. For any complaints, go to the complaint department and ask for Helen Wait. So, for complaints, go to Helen Wait,” that got us laughing.
Tammy sat across from me, I looked at my two sunny-side-up eggs then looked at Tammy and grinned. She looked back at me and put her hands on her hips.
“Well next time I’ll give you more boobies will that make you happy,” she jiggled her tits at me.
“Baby, when you give it, and it’s often, you give it all. Kissing, hugging, movements, boobies, and coochie, you give it all and I love it all,” I blew her a kiss across the table.
After breakfast, Tammy cleared the kitchen and I went for a hot shave. I had just finished when Tammy came running into the room. She flew by me and shut the bathroom door. After a minute or two, she opened the door, smiling.
“That was close. I should have done that before cleaning the kitchen,” Tammy sighed heavily.
“Well, Babe, why don’t you let me,” Tammy gave me a mean look.
“Stay out of my kitchen. I am your woman, and my man is not wasting his time in the kitchen. Do you understand me, Mr. Henry Edward Johnston?” For a little five-foot-two, Tammy can be very impressive. I dropped the subject.
