In the aftermath, when intelligent thought returned to him, John pulled the condom off. Anna took off her heels, the only bit of clothing she was still wearing; such a shame, John thought. He didn’t even have the words to describe how hot she looked wearing nothing but high black heels – hotter than any girl in the porn flicks and pics he’d seen. As soon as the thought formed in his mind, John realized how stupid it was: she was hot no matter what she was or was not wearing! And yes, she was way hotter than any girl from porn, no contest. They ate, of course – John was starving and frozen pizza had never tasted so good to him. They ate nude at the coffee table, with him seated in the lounge chair and Anna on the floor beside him (there wasn’t any other chair in his tiny place) where he could look down and enjoy the sight of her while he ate: lean body that didn’t bulge with fat folds, arms that looked like she worked out a bit, back straight like the Queen of England. She smiled as she took a bite of her pizza and he knew that she knew he was watching her.

Between the food and the exercise they’d just had, plus the fact that it was already Friday after what, for John, had been a long and boring week at work, he was too tired to think. They finally made it to his bed at some point and he crawled in with the Pirate to sleep it all off.

Sometime early the next morning John stirred, after the sun had come up and he could see through the tiny window that it was turning the sky grayish. He was almost surprised to find Anna at his side. So it hadn’t been a dream, he wondered. Good. Normally he would be annoyed that the girl was staying too long, but he had unfinished business to take care of. He looked at Anna’s breasts, enjoying the sight of them for a moment. Even while she was lying on her back, they stood out and didn’t flatten much against her chest. She had dark, wide aureoles around each nipple. He reached out a hand to cup one mound, relishing the cool feel of her skin. It was a little more than a handful, he decided. He moved over her, trying them out, shifting them slightly, squeezing them – gently, so as not to wake her! – and discovered that they were dense and firm, not at all mushy. She moved a little under his hands. Oh God, she was hot! John thought, amazed again that she’d come to have sex with him. Even in her sleep she was responding to his touch, little hard nubs standing out in the middle of the dark suns at each breast.

He shifted, moved down along her body quietly, and took one of them into his mouth. Delicious! With one hand holding the other breast, he licked and tasted, sucked and nibbled. Everything his hands had felt, his lips and tongue were now confirming: they were strong, full breasts. Then he felt her hands on his head, holding him close to those fantastic boobs. He looked up, his mouth still on her.  He wanted to see the look on her face, and he was not disappointed: she was watching him, her pleasure evident in her smile. He nibbled softly, and was rewarded by her sudden intake of breath, her eyes closing and her head pushing back against the pillow.