“You’re getting pretty comfortable with the sex everyday thing I see,” Julia commented when she opened her eyes. “That’s good Babe. I’m please.”
Julia then lightly ran a finger down the side of my neck saying warmly, “I am pretty sure I was good enough, too.” She then kissed me and said softly, “The strange thing for me is how I feel right now, even though I was asleep when you took me.”
“How do you feel?” I asked. Julia replied, “At peace. I must have been out like a light because I don’t remember feeling anything. But I know you were inside me and came because I’m all wet.”
Julia took a deep breath and then asked, “… Did I have an orgasm? I know that probably sounds like a weird question. It’s just that, my whole body feels like I came really hard.”
I smiled at her and said gently, “Yes, you did. For a few seconds there I thought you were awake. But… Well… your body was behaving like it does when you black out in the throes of a major league orgasm and are coming really hard. You actually squirted, too.”
Julia gave me a squeeze and I could tell she was smiling. “Thank you. I know I wasn’t consciously present. But you’ve left me feeling awesome all the same. Thank you.”
Julia then kissed me deeply for a long while. A little while later she asked, “How long ago was it between the time you finished and the time I woke up?”
“I’m going to say about forty-five minutes. It was a little while though. Why?” I replied.
“Are you up for another round?” Julia asked in a rather shy tone. “I would understand if you… I’m being selfish, aren’t I?” Julia finished sheepishly.
I didn’t say anything. I simply shifted position and took her again, suddenly and without warning, Julia failing to notice as she spoke that I was already hard from our conversation. It was a slow gentle affair, me taking my time to enjoy her wetness from the first blessed go round of the day.
When we got up to kick off the work week, Julia was practically dancing through the house. I didn’t really think I had done anything all that spectacular. But the woman was ecstatic.
While she counseled her clients virtually from her study, I finished up a few podcasts I’d been meaning to get around to doing but put off. By the time dinner rolled around, Julia seemed tired, so I suggested we order in. So, we did and afterward Julia fell asleep in the living room recliner.
While she slept listening to a jazz station playing on the stereo, I hit my study for a while and generated a few new loop tracks for podcasting using some MP4 Downloads I’d found on XVIDEOS. “My listeners really seem to like my handywork!”
As I carried Julia to bed I wondered. Do people like my podcast because of what I have to say? Or is it the music and porn sounds in the background? Either way, “Surfs Up!”