Morning lights slips through the curtains and lands on his face, pulling him awake. He sits up slowly, yesterday replaying in his mind and he decides to skip the college for a day and help his dad at the restaurant. The days goes by as usual but for him everything was running slow, by the time he came to sense, his father has already left for the community meeting and the restaurant was about to close.
The restaurant is quiet as the customer and employee has left early, tables mostly cleared, lights dimmed and the scent of the cooked meal fades away. Just as he wipes the counters for the last time, the bell over the door rings.
"Sorry, are you still serving?" asks an early middle age, long hair blonde woman glancing around the empty tables.
He looks up, forcing a small smile. "We were about close and the chef have left early," he adds, not wanting to upset a customer. "I can make us pasta."
"Alright," she says softly, "I don't I'll get anything around this time."
He nods, pretending everything's normal, and quickly heads to the kitchen while she settles into the table, tucking her hair behind her ear, her eyes drifting around the restaurants.
After some time, he returns carrying freshly prepared pasta and two cups of soft drinks on the tray and sits across the table, serving them with steaming pasta.
"Sorry," he says, a little hesitant. "normally we don't serve pasta here."
"Oh," she says, surprised. "what's the occasion today?"
"I wanted to have pasta." he says with a smile. "I'm not of a good cook."
They eat slowly, savoring the food and clam atmosphere surrounding them. Between they talk, laugh over every small joke making the night unexpectedly a memorable one.
She pushes her plate aside and glances at him with a smile.
"can I get the bill, please?" she asks softly.
He shrugs and insists, "This pasta is on me."
She slips her jacket on, plate long cleared, she glances around the quiet restaurants, her eyes meeting his eyes.
"Thanks for the dinner." She says softly, a small smile appearing on her faces.
"It's late at night, umm… can I drive you home?" he asks, a little hesitant and a little worried.
"Thanks, but I live just four blocks from here," she says with a smile. "but uh... you can walk me over."
"By the way I'm Becky." She introduces herself.
"And I'm Henry," he says with a soft laugh. "my father owns this restaurant."
They close the restaurant and walks under the dim light of the street, their footstep echoes softly against the pavement. They talk, they tease and they laugh on every step they take until reaching her building.
"well, this is me." She says with a smile and gratitude.
"Goodnight, I had a wonderful night." He says and turns to walk away.
As he starts to walk back to his home, his steps slow as though he didn't want to end the night just like that, he hears a soft, familiar voice calling him from behind. Turning back, he sees Becky standing there, bit of unsure why she didn't want to enter her place alone.
"I really had a great time," Becky says, a light smile on her face. "I hate to see the night end."
Pausing for a moment, stunned, Henry says "I had the same feeling."
"Would you like to stay at my place for a night?" She says, her voice seductive.
"um…" thinking for a second, he replies "Why not?"
He follows her inside her house, Henry shuts the door behind them as soon as he turned around, she gives him a lousy kiss on his lips.
She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. She kissed down his chest to his stomach going all the way down to her knee while admiring his body as she did.
Once of her knees, she gently undid his belt, his pants and pulled them down. Standing just in his underwear, she could feel his dick straining against in it. She then hooks her thumbs on the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulls it down while his dick slowly flashes itself at her face.
She exhales deeply then wraps her hand around his dick and takes just the tip of his dick between her lips and licks it, he then puts his hand on the back of her head and pulls her mouth down on his dick.
She didn't resist even when the tip hits the back of her throat. She starts gagging, choking as he keeps pulling down her mouth onto his dick.
He keeps pulling down her mouth onto his dick until she could feel his balls on her chin. And he keeps fucking her mouth till he was about to cum.
The room was filled with the sound of her gagging and his moaning. "Oh my god, Becky I'm about to cum." Before she could react to his moan, he shots his sperm down her throat.
He pulls her up with a soft strangle and whispers into her ear, "What do you want next?"
"I want you to fuck me as much as you want," she says, her voice full of desire while her hand's stroking his dick.
"But before that I want you to follow me to my bedroom and eat my pussy." She whispers back to him.
As they head to her bedroom, she slowly removes her dresses, her tops and her panties while teasing him as she undresses herself.
As they climb on her bed, she realizes that it has been a while since the last time she had sex with another man. She is lying on her back facing her ceiling as he slowly crawls between her legs.
She reaches out and grabs his head when she could feel his breath on her pussy. Right after she felt his breath, she could feel the tip of his tongue touching her pussy's lips followed his tongue entering her pussy.
He slid his tongue in and out of her pussy for a few times and begins to bite her pussy's lips, one after other then gently nibbles on her clit. She was grabbing and pulling her bedsheet as she was enjoying every second of the moment.
"umm ahh…Henry you are so good," she moans trying her best to hold on for a little longer before she cum.
He continues to lick and eat her pussy, suddenly yells "I'm cumming!!!" and she has one of the best orgasms up until now.
Even before she could catch her breath, he was already spreading her legs wider and was penetrating his dick deep into her wet pussy.
She wraps her arm around his neck and pulls him to her. She could taste her own pussy as they kiss deeply, he starts sucking and biting her nipple as he fucks her harder and faster.
"ohh…. Fuck me harder," she moans, her eyes closed, arm wrapped around his neck and her legs around his hips.
He raises up off her, continuing his uniform rhythms of fucking her. Leaning his forehead against her, looking into her eyes, his voice breathy, he says "where do you want it?"
"Ahh…. I don't ahh care," she whispers back, her word mixed with her moan. "Just don't stop fucking me."
Then he shifts his rhythm from harder and faster to slower and deeper. He slowly fucks her in long stroke, penetrating all the way in and hitting her G-spot, making her pleasure and moan intense.
After a few second, he changes his rhythm back to faster and harder. She knew that he was fucking her as hard and fast as he can. At the same time, she knew that he was about to cum but yet she isn't willing stop the moment as she was enjoying every bit of pleasure he was giving her.
She could feel the build up of intense pleasure and tension for the second time for the night, when he lifts his hip off her and spray every drop of his load on her stomach as she wets her bedsheet from her cum.
As they lay there on the bed for some time, having caught their breath and recovered, she climbs up to rest her head on his chest, intertwines her leg with his and thanks him, "Thank for the wonderful night."
He looks toward her, smiling, his arm wrapping around her, embracing the warmth of her body, he replies "I had wonderful night too."
She raises her head, gives him a light goodnight kiss on his lip, cuddles him and falls asleep, without even carrying to dress up.
The room is quiet and the air still holds their warmth, his chest could feel her shallow breath. Not wanting to disturb her sleep, he shifts just enough to reach the edge of the blanket, with a gentle tug, he pulls it up to cover themselves, he slowly tucks her hair behind her ear, gives a gentle kiss on her forehead and he thinks to himself, from now on the days will only get harder.