Couch. Confession #278

I just returned from Andrew's place where we had a little fun. 

God, I love a mid-day romp.

We fucked first in his bed. It was lovely and serene yet frenetic and frenzied all at once. We both came quickly, together at the same time, which is always fabulous because it makes the explosion so much more intense.

Well, really, it's always intense.

After the intensity had abated, I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost noon. I was really hungry so we got dressed, went to lunch and ran a couple of super-quick errands. After an hour or so we were back at his place.

As the food settled in our bellies, we lounged about on the couch idly chatting and watching TV. Of course it didn't take too terribly long before we were all over each other again, pulling off our clothes and making our way to that state of connectedness, of united-ness, of focused-ness, of fucked-ness that we so desire to be when we are together. 

I mean, It's why we're there, after all.

We fuck good.

I rode him for a while as he sat on the couch, a position he relishes. A position from which he had the perfect vantage point to witness my body writhe and contort in pleasure and my face display an indication of my blissful state as I came hard upon his cock. And after I did, we switched positions. I leaned myself forward against the back of the couch, grasping on to it fixedly in an effort to brace myself as he pounded my pussy from behind. I screamed Fuck me Andrew! over and over into the empty apartment until he came. And as he did, he moaned in my ear, I'm coming for you baby. 

God, I love mid-day couch sex.

And after we were through, after our breathing had stabilized and our heart-rates had declined, we resumed our positions on the couch with me on one end and Andrew on the other; our legs entwined in casual yet intimate connection.

Until we heard a key in the front door.

Andrew's roommate was home from work early.

It was a hair-trigger reaction, my bolting so quickly from the couch that I practically jumped over Andrew, who was bent over scooping up our clothing off the floor. Luckily, before we had sex there on the couch, Andrew had the presence of mind to lock the dead-bolt in the unlikely event that she came home from work early. So the fact that she had to negotiate that lock slowed her entry into the living room just long enough for us to take cover in Andrew's bedroom. While we were in there, he quickly threw on his shorts and T-shirt and met her just outside of his bedroom door. I overheard them talking.

Andrew- Oh, hey there! Sorry, I have... um... company.

Roomie- Ewwwwwww. I hope y'all didn't do anything nasty on my couch!!!

Andrew- Oh! Noooooooo! Ummm... we were on the floor.

*Ahem*

Well... what the roomie doesn't know certainly won't hurt her. 

Right?