Great shoes. Loved the shoes. They went with the dress.  But the dress had to go. And the shoes. This time I'm having you naked. So I gently, tenderly removed the stockings. Careful of my feet; they're sensitive. I resisted the temptation to tickle for fear of a kick in the shenanigans.

The time for heavy petting was over.

On all fours on the bed. I was behind her. Behind her behind. Admiring the view. The curves. She was wet. I was hard. These things had to be dealt with. So I entered her. And she pushed her cunt into my groin and I responded with ever quickening thrusts. On my feet, crouching, holding on for dear life I fucked her like the proverbial bunny. She clenched ever tighter, and then I slipped out. Sorry. Sorry.

Not sure about who led then. I think she took control.  On my back, she mounted me.  Grinding and screaming. Cumming with shudders. Richter measures required.  So much release. But still only Act Two.  No interval yet.

Today Bardot wrote of my warm cum flooding her mouth; an aperitif, a nightcap and a breakfast shot.  I didn't drink of her all that I could have, should have. Another reason for more.