I woke up before my hostess, so I slipped out of bed, and put on my briefs and dress shirt from the night before. As I was about to head out to the kitchen, I heard the sheets rustle.
“Are you leaving?” muttered Alexa, still half asleep.
“No, I was going to look for coffee. Where can I find it?” I asked.
She gave me instructions on where to find the coffee and how to use her fancy Italian combo coffee and espresso maker. I told her to take her time getting up, and that she could find me in the kitchen.
Twenty minutes later, out came a freshly showered Alexa. She was wearing tight black Lulu Lemons, a sports bra, and a black tank top. “Okay, I smell coffee. You must have figured it out, right?” she said.
“Yes, thanks to your directions,” I said as I poured her a cup of Java.
“It’s Sunday, do you have anything planned?” Alexa asked.
“Not really. On the weekends I try to get in a three-mile run, but I can take the day off. What’s up?” I replied.
Alexa smiled, “Good. You’re going to yoga with me at 10:00 am.”
I laughed, “Yoga? Okay, but it will be my first time.”
“That’s okay, it’s a general class with people of all levels,” she said.
We briefly discussed our impromptu plans for the day: yoga, brunch, pool time at her house, and then I’d cook for her. I soon headed out for home so I could shower before yoga and pack a few items into my backpack and cooler.
As we walked into the yoga studio, I instantly noticed that I was the only man. Most of the ladies looked at me, some of whom I knew. Alexa said we could put our mats at the back of the room, so I wasn’t worried about others watching me.
We had just sat down on our mats when I saw two younger women heading our way. As I focused on their faces, I realized they were former players of mine, probably six years ago or so.
“Hi Coach, how are you?” asked Jennifer.
“Coach Brent at yoga? No one will believe us,” joked Emma.
I stood up and greeted each of the girls, now mid-twenties women, with a hug. I quickly introduced the two to Alexa. “Emma and Jennifer played for me when I coached the girl’s team before your uncle retired. You two graduated five or six years ago, right?” I asked.
They said it was six years. Both told me about graduating college and how they were in town for the weekend for Emma’s younger brother’s graduation and party. They mentioned to Alexa that they knew her Uncle Jack too.
The hour of yoga flew by, and I surprisingly had a good time. I had to admit, I felt great when we were done, and I certainly was in a calm state of mind from the ending ten-minute meditation. As we rolled up our mats, toweled off, and such, Alexa chatted with a few of the regulars, and I said hello to a few ladies I knew as well.
As we headed to the parking lot Alexa asked how I enjoyed my first yoga class. “It was really good. I’ll come with you again,” I told her.
Our morning went as planned with a lovely brunch at a spot I would have never gone to, an overpriced average weekend brunch spot with bottomless mimosas called “Bubbles. We made a quick trip to Corti Brothers grocery store, where we picked up a Tri-Tip beef roast, corn on the cob, and French bread to have for dinner.
The afternoon was spent lounging around her pool and enjoying her outdoor living room. The Italian vixen wore a small bikini with a leopard print that looked so sexy, while I was in my standard board shorts.
Alexa was running in and out of the house doing laundry. She told me that laundry and pool time are her usual Sundays after yoga during the summer. And then she told me about Sunday Dinner.
Being a large Italian family, her parents hosted Sunday dinner for the family. But, with her parents out of the country, there would be no dinner tonight. Alexa said normally it’s her folks, her, and her brother and sister’s families, a total of twelve, including her five nephews and nieces. On the second Sunday of each month, Uncle Jack and Aunt Suzy usually attended too.
Alexa went on to explain that it simply wasn’t dinner. Everyone was expected to be over to the house at about 3:00 pm, they’d all be in the large kitchen, while they, usually the women, prepped for dinner and cooked. Dinner was at 5:00 pm, usually something easy and Italian. Her father insisted there always be meat protein, pasta, veggies, and lots of wine. Her siblings always left at 7:00 pm to get their kids home and ready for bed and the upcoming week.
Alexa looked at me, “My folks will be home soon, so plan on coming to dinner in two weeks.”
Laughing, “Oh, this isn’t just a weekend fling? I have to see you after today?”
Alexa came over and sat down next to me and had a serious look on her face. I knew what was coming and teasing her probably didn’t help. I decided to make the first move.
“You know I’m just teasing, right? I’ve really enjoyed the past twenty-four hours with you. We have so much in common. I’d like to see you again,” I said looking into her brown eyes.
Before she could answer her cell phone rang. Alexa picked it up off the table and answered. “Hello….Hi Aunt Suzy…. Yes, I had a great time last night…. Yes, Brent is a great guy…. Suzy, he’s sitting right next to me, would you like to talk to him?… Okay.” Alexa handed the phone to me.
“Hi Suzy…. Yes, she is beautiful…. Yes, a great time…. I hope so…. But we’re both upset at you and Jack for not introducing us earlier…. I’m grilling tri-tip for dinner…. Okay, bye.”
Alexa was hanging on every word as I spoke with her aunt. “What did she say when you told her we’re mad at her?”
“Well,” I said, “She said she wanted to, but she didn’t want to be that pushy Italian aunt trying to set two single people up on a blind date.”
Alexa laughed, “But she had no problem dragging you over to my table last night and sitting you down next to me.” We both laughed.
Getting back on the subject, I said, “Sorry I teased you about the fling. I’m really crushing on you. I would like to see where this goes.”
She smiled, took a deep breath, and exhaled, “Okay, good. We’re on the same page. I don’t want to jinx anything and talk too much about it. All I’m going to say is that I really like you. Kiss me.”
Alexa leaned in and our lips met for a few simple lip smacks. We pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes. I felt something. Something I had not felt in a long time. I leaned in and kissed the side of her neck and up to her ear. I teased her earlobe with my lips and my tongue then teased her ear with a few flicks and my warm breath.
“Stop! That drives me crazy,” she squealed.
“Crazy good, right?” I asked.
“Yes, crazy good,” she smiled.
I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her on top of me as we lay on the outdoor sectional. Our tongues were soon probing, swirling, dancing, and teasing the others. We must have kissed, touched, and dry-humped for ten minutes before Alexa stopped and sat up.
“I’m so horny and wet. I need you to fuck me,” she said with a grin.
Alexa was straddling me in cowgirl, so I reached up behind her neck and pulled the string to untie her top. My hands then moved down, untied the back, and then softly squeezed each breast. I then untied the bottom strings on each hip. She was now naked.
I pulled her bottoms out from under her and brought them to my face. I could see the dark wet spot on the leopard print fabric. I took a long sniff, “Mmmmmmm, sweet pussy.”
She stood up and untied my shorts, pulled them off my legs, and climbed back on my thighs. Having been in and out of the water the past few hours I had a bit of George Costanza shrinkage, so Alexa spit in her hand and slowly began bringing my “Magic Johnson” back to life. I was soon erect and hard.
“That didn’t take long,” Alexa snickered.
She moved up and guided my cock into her shaved kitty. I slid in easily as she was so wet from our make-out session. She began to rock on my cock, so I let her drive the bus. My hands caressed each breast, making sure to drag my palm across each nipple to tease her.
“Lean forward,” I told her. “I want to suck on your perfect titties.”
I held each softly as my tongue went from one boob to the other, licking her dark hard nipples several times. I started to lightly suck on her left boob for about five seconds and then repeated the same to her right side.
“That feels so nice,” Alexa moaned as she continued to glide in slow motion on my manhood. She would rock down, taking all of my seven inches, and then ride up, leaving just the mushroom head in her pink tunnel of love.
“Go slow. I’m in no hurry,” she whispered.
“Okay. Just tell me what you want,” I said.
We would communicate when we were getting close, and then we’d stop moving, essentially edging ourselves. We did this for about ten minutes before Alexa said, “I need to climax. Slowly, start going faster. Then finish me off hard and fast.”
I was now slowly thrusting with small hip movements. I had a nipple in my left fingers while my right thumb was circling her clit as Alexa was sitting tall on my pleasure pole.
“Brent, if you keep doing that I’m going to cum,” softly moaned Alexa.
Laughing, “Isn’t that the end goal?”
Alexa slapped my chest as she began grinding her snatch into my crotch. I had shifted from low gear into medium and was thrusting a bit harder and faster now. We both were now breathing faster as we were really getting into it.
“You like this baby?” I asked. I reached around with my right hand and playfully slapped her full phat ass. “Bad girl!” I teased.
“Oh, yes!” she said. “I like that.”
I slapped her but now with my left hand. With both hands I held her cheeks and spread them, wishing I was back there so I could get a look at her tight little rosebud. Having just met her twenty-four hours earlier, and not having had a conversation about sex, I wasn’t sure if I should do more.
I started rubbing her butt with my right hand and moved it closer slowly. My fingers traveled down her butt crack from her waist toward her starfish. I lightly skimmed her butthole with two fingers as I went down, and then back up moving north to her waist.
“You kinky stud! Yes, finger my ass baby,” she giggled.
My thrusting was now deep and fast, with my ass rising up off the sectional cushion. I extended my middle finger and circled her browneye, causing Alexa to flinch. I pushed against her backdoor, but it did not open. Again, I pushed. My finger slowly entered. I went about a half-inch deep and stopped.
“Brent, shove it in and leave it there,” she panted between breaths.
I laughed to myself, thinking, She knows what she wants. She has obviously done this before.
We both were moaning in pleasure when I told her I was getting close. Alexa indicated she was right on the edge as well. Hearing this, my left hand roughly grabbed her right boob and squeezed several times.
“YES! Yes! Tease my nipple,” she said quickly.
I began rolling her large, hard, dark nipples between my fingers. I then gave a long strong pinch. I also started shaking my right hand, with my middle finger still embedded in her Hershey Highway.
“Oh fuck! Shit!, Yes. Pinch again,” she commanded.
Right then I got that feeling. My balls tingled and my sack tightened. I warned Alexa, “I’m going to cum baby.”
“Me too,” she said.
I turned up the dirty talking as I continued to buck, thrusting my seven-inched deep into her sloppy wet pussy. There was now an audible wet squishy sound coming from our genital area. “Cum with me! Let it go! Cum, you sexy vixen!” I said using my stern teacher’s voice.
I think I felt it before she did. Alexa’s inner kitty was spasming around my cock. She began quivering, “I’m cumming! Faster! Harder!”
At the same time, we both yelled, “I’m cumming!”
As her pussy clamped down on my dick, I grunted as I blasted several big loads of jizz deep into her honey pot. I held still, knowing that my cock was oozing more spunk after shooting those ropes of baby batter.
Alexa had propped herself up, with her palms on my chest, trying to catch her breath, as she rode out her orgasmic wave of pleasure. “Holy shit. I hope you’re spending the night,” she whispered.
With my head spinning from a huge orgasm, I stammered, “Yes, I’m on summer vacation.”
Alexa laid down on my chest as we remained silent for nearly a minute. Finally, my cock slipped out. “Oh, it was nice feeling you inside me,” she said in a sleepy mumble. “I better clean up before I leak cum all over you.”
I chuckled, “I don’t mind. It’s just cum.”
Alexa stayed put. “Good. I’m enjoying this bonding session,” she told me.
We remained on the sectional, with Alexa lying on top of me, her head on my clavicle, for nearly five more minutes.
“Sorry, babe, I need to get up,” I told her. “I want to shower and wash all this jizz off me.”
Laughing, “I offered to go clean up. Why don’t we just jump in the pool?”
For the next ten minutes, we played grab-ass in the cool water of the pool. It felt great since it was nearly ninety degrees in Oak Valley on this day. Alexa was more than happy to assist in washing the cum from my crotch area, fondling my balls, and stroking my cock.
As the dinner hour approached, I prepped the tri-tip with my homemade dry rub seasoning, the corn on the cob, and the garlic and buttered French bread. Alexa showed me where her barbeque tongs and such were kept in her outdoor kitchen, and I fired up the grill. After searing both sides of the roast, I cooked the tri-tip low and slow, at 350 for twenty minutes on each side right on the grill. I pulled it off at 140, wrapped it in foil, and let it rest for fifteen minutes. When I sliced the meat, it was a perfect medium-rare, pink, but not bloody, and with a nice ring around the bark.
We enjoyed more conversation over dinner as we each focused on our families and our childhoods. I then started asking questions about the family farming business, including the winery and olive oil plant.
Alexa was very honest, “My father is rich. Like ten-twenty million rich. It’s funny, he never talks about his wealth. I do know that he has everything for the businesses in a trust for us kids.”
I didn’t want to focus too much on her family’s business or wealth, so I asked more questions about her siblings and their families. We enjoyed our dinner and opened a second bottle of wine as we cleaned up. Alexa started the gas firepit and we snuggled on the adjacent loveseat.
We finished the wine, we went inside and moved to her master bedroom. As we spooned under the sheets I whispered in her ear, “I really like you. Will you go on a proper dinner date with me on Friday night?”
Alexa turned her head, and smiled, “I’d love to go to dinner with you, Brent.”
The End
