Mick and Keri

Chapter 24

Mick and Keri in Bed and in the Shower

I woke up on my back, the morning light fighting to get through the bedroom drapes and pretty much losing. My right arm was over my head and my left arm was at my side. Keri was lying on her back with her right arm down to her side and her left hand on my hip. Her little finger was barely touching my pubic hair.

I lay there and tried to remember if I had ever been more relaxed and comfortable in my entire life. Since I met Keri, so many things had changed in my life. The two biggest impacts on my life had been in the financial area, where Keri had taken the money I was earning and had begun to invest it in money markets that were yielding a pretty high rate and yet they were fairly moderate in risk. She was making sure that I would be able to walk away from work someday and still live a good life. Of course, that would be no issue if Keri and I stayed together. I would never have as much money in the bank, over the rest of my life, that Keri made in one year.

The second big impact was my sex life. After almost 15 years of celibacy, I was now in a relationship where I was fucking like a bunny almost daily. When I was married to my first wife, we fucked all the time, but I was too immature to understand the difference between love and sex. With my second wife I had separated love and sex too much and I could not make myself have sex with her.

Then along came Keri.

We met and I cared for her right away. She was a friend and I found myself growing close to her before I realized what was happening. It was not until she snuck into my apartment and ordered me to shower with her that I even had a clue as to what had found me.

Keri stirred and made a fist, gripping some of my pubic hair in her hand and I rolled a little to my right so that she would not make a bald spot! When I rolled my flaccid penis flopped to the right side and fell on top of her hand. The feeling of a nude woman touching me was just so soothing. It suddenly occurred to me that I was lying next to a naked woman who had her hand touching my cock and yet I was not aroused. I was comfortable. I was calm and relaxed and in a place where life could just not be better.

Turning my head, I moved my gaze to Keri's sizable breasts. They were slightly smaller than my head and the areola and her nipples were in proportion to the size. They were a medium shade of pinkish brown and the nipples were the width of my pinky finger. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing and was hypnotic to the point that I fell back to sleep.

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Keri was slowly drifting out of a sound asleep to a semi waking state. She felt the warmth of Mick's side along hers and realized that she had a partial hand full of his curly pubic hair just in time to stop herself before she began to move. Laying there, she slowly allowed herself to wake enough that she could feel the sensory input of this nude man touching her. The warmth of a soft penis laying on top of her hand was pleasant and she made the conscience effort to not move and just enjoy the feeling of his wonderful organ touching her.

Mick's penis was not huge. He was wonderfully average. To look at him walking around the house, one would think that he was hung like a hamster. She had decided shortly after the first time they had sex that this was the feature of their sex life that she enjoyed the most. This tiny looking, soft, 2 inch thing would grow into a wonderfully sized and shaped cock in nothing flat. His erection was long enough to hit all of the right spots in her vagina and it was fat, or not fat, enough that it fit comfortably in her mouth and ass.

The sensation that she enjoyed the most was when she placed the small, soft penis in her mouth and let it grow into her mouth and down into her throat. The sensation of the increasing warmth of the growing erection in her throat was priceless. As she thought about it a small itch caused her to bring her right hand to her pussy and scratch her thick patch of pubic hair just above the starting crease of her sex.

She gently moved her finger in circles in the mat of curly black hair. She enjoyed having pubic hair. She remembered the feeling of relief when she found that Mick really enjoyed it as well. He like to pull it with his lips and would part it with his tongue when he went down on her. He could actually make the act of oral sex the main event instead of only foreplay. He had spent an entire afternoon with his face buried in her pussy, four hours of oral sex, four hours of orgasm after orgasm.

When he was done she was so tired that she immediately fell asleep for over an hour. She had never been so exhausted in her life. She remembered her amazement when she woke up afterwards and he was lying there with his head against her thigh. He had chosen to not move and run the risk of disturbing her. When they got up, he seemed to be embarrassed that he had left a sizable wet spot on the bed where he had cum while eating her out.

But other than the sex, Mick had given her a sense of closure that she had been missing. She had cared for men and women before, but this was the first time that she was in love. She was IN love with Mick. She loved Sarah and she loved others but she was deeply and intensely in love with this man who had come into her life while singing blues at a jam session at a local bar. His voice was powerful and intense and it could transition from amazingly loud to tenderly soft in an instant. There was passion in his voice, and loss and pain and joy, so strong that she decided that she had to know who this man was.

The first time Keri had tried to talk to him, his answers were almost completely one word. At first look, she guessed that he was arrogant or full of himself. But after jamming with him a few times she found that he was a natural teacher and always asked her to play in a way that was new to her. As it turned out, he was shy and seemed almost afraid to engage anyone in conversation, but then she saw that he spoke freely with male musicians, so she assumed that it was a woman thing.

One evening she caught him while he was a little tipsy and found out that he loved women, but had resigned himself to the fact that he was never going to have sex again, because he could not just fuck without having deep feelings for a woman. He was not going to have deep feeling for a woman again because he had been married twice and did not want to go through the hurt of another break up or divorce.

Her plan to meet him had quickly led to long walks on the Greenbelt and after about three months she'd gone home to find her live-in boyfriend in her own bed with a younger woman. She told him to move out and decided that Mick was what she was looking for. She had gotten drunk that evening and called Mick to ask to walk the next morning. If her ex-boyfriend had gotten nasty, she knew that he would check up on her if she did not show up. That next morning's walk exposed Mick as a caring and sensitive friend who was very concerned about her wellbeing, and after their walk and their heart to heart talk, and after driving half way home, she decided to go to his apartment and, surprised to find his door unlocked, ended up luring Mick into a very sudden sexy shower.

The hole in her life was filled. The thing that money and status could not satisfy had been filled by this man. She never thought that a man was the solution to her empty life, but she found that THIS man was, indeed, the best filler of her holes that she would ever need. She began to sniff and hold back the tears.

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Mick stirred again and turned his head to find those beautiful brown eyes looking at him. He smiled. Keri smiled. She turned her back to Mick and pulled his left arm around her like a blanket. She wiggled her ass back to snuggle against his groin. His right hand found its' way to her head and he began to stroke her hair. After a blissful eternity they both sniffled.

"Are you OK hon?" Mick spoke first.

"I'm fine. Are you OK?"

"I'm just happy and I'm so thankful to be in your life." Mick sniffled again.

Keri rolled back to face this man that she was still getting to know and they locked eyes and smiled to see that they were both in tears. Without prompting they both reached to wipe the others tears. With a soft chuckle, they kissed softly a couple of times. Keri gave Mick's now hard penis a loving squeeze and Mick returned the squeeze to Keri's always erect right nipple.

"Ready to get up?"

"If you want to. I was just happy laying here feeling you touching me."

"You are so easy to please."

"You are everything that pleases me."

"Let's get a shower and go down for breakfast. I think that this is going to be a very nice day."

"You get out first so I can watch your ass."

"No, you go first so I can watch your ass."

"I asked first!"

"Oh, alright, but wait for me to get there so I can watch the way the good stuff moves around when you walk towards me."

"Fine"

I'll let you guess who got out of bed first.

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Next to waking up in the arms of someone I fully love, the shower is the best place in this house and we loved our time there. Keri loved to have me wash her hair, upper and lower. She learned how to shave my head and learned how to trim my mustache just the way I liked it.

I can't count how many times we've made love in the shower. I would go down on Keri and could spend hours ministering to her bright pink clit as it stood apart from the black, curly, pubic hair surrounding it. Sometimes when she gave me a hand job she would put both of my balls into her mouth. The water would run down my body and bubble over her face. She would turn her head to clear her nostrils so she could breath and never lose a stroke, all while moving her tongue around the testicles in her mouth. I would move out of the water stream before I came. My cum would first shoot up and then it would stream down my cock and mix with her fingers running down and onto the balls in her mouth.

Sometimes we would lie on the shower floor in a sixty nine and we would finger fuck each other's asses. Before Keri, I'd never even thought about playing with or inserting anything into my ass. She had a strap on that she would use to peg me and I could easily slide my cock into her ass.

Keri had this long pipe cleaner looking thing that we would soap up and then insert into our asses to clean out the chocolate chips and make our anal sessions as clean as possible. Sometimes we would do ourselves and sometimes we would clean each other. It was a comfortable form of foreplay for both of us, either before or after an anal session.

She would get on her knees and fuck my dick with her tits. When soaped up, her tits were large enough that she could take one in each hand and squeeze them around my cock and on the upstroke my cock couldn't rise above her soft flesh. Her soft breasts were firm and warm and, when soaped up and held against my erection, it was tight like her vaginal walls.

On some weekends when I did not have to work, we would wake up and fuck and then hit the shower and one thing would lead to another and we would have an extended session of sex in the shower and then be so tired that we would go back to bed!

We never had to ask each other for permission, because everything we did together from sex to walking to playing music just always seemed to fit. We were like a hand in a glove. Keri was in my head and my heart as deeply as I was in hers.

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Keri knew that I loved her. She also knew that I had tremendous respect and admiration for her body. Her body. At one time I'd a computer chocked full of pictures of nude women. One picture had a woman with my perfect idea of how a woman's figure should be. Another had the perfect face and another had the perfect smile. Others had breasts with the perfect nipples or areola or shape.

Some had my vision of the perfect exterior view of a pussy; perfect mons, perfect labia, perfect skin tone. Some had perfectly trimmed pubic hair; not shaved, not wildly overgrown, not too curly or too straight. The edges were trimmed so they would not extend past the leg openings of her panties. The hair was dense and almost tightly woven.

All of the pictures on that computer were collected so that I could find an ideal picture of my ideal woman and keep that vision in my head. After all of those years, after all of those images, to be here living with Keri who was, without any exceptions, the embodiment of those ideals, was a daily dream.

Whenever she walked by me I could not help but to stop and admire how her breasts swayed in time with her strides. As she walked away her butt cheeks would wiggle, just the right amount. Her skin was smooth and, due to her nudity outside whenever home, was a wonderful uniform light brown. The term black and tan took on a whole new meaning for me. Her rich, jet black hair was the perfect offset to her tan body.

The hair on her head was the deepest black and yet had a sheen and luster to it. The same applied to her pubic hair. It was the deepest black and had a soft shine of its own. Standing in the shower, I have often noticed how the addition of water did not make the triangle guarding her sex shine any more.

Yet she was not a hairy woman. There was no uni-brow that needed daily grooming and there were no indications of facial hair other than the light and fine ones to prove that she was a mammal. Close examination of her ass during our love making indicated that her wonderful, dense pubic hair did not extend between her legs. She shaved her legs, like most women, but the area she shaved did not extend higher than her knees. Shaving her legs was something that I enjoyed doing for her.

Sometimes in the shower, Keri would straddle one of my shoulders as I knelt and she would snuggle her pubes against my shaved head. As she did so, I would soap up her lower leg and softly spread the shaving cream around from her ankle up. I would then use short soft strokes to remove the hair, always stroking down from knee to ankle, never against the grain.

As I stroked the hair away, Keri would gently move her pussy about the side of my head. Sometimes she would just tickle my ear with the curls and sometimes she would take hold of my head and press it hard against her mons. She would hump against my smooth skin until she came and soaked the side of my head. She would hold me until the waves of pleasure passed.

I would then move to change sides, often pausing to kiss and suck on her clit and enjoy the taste of her, until moving on to repeat the process on her other leg. The sharing and the pleasure were so soft and subtle and so overwhelming.

I love that shower.