When she opened the door, I was surprised to see her in a such a sexy nightie.  Was she giving me a signal?  It was hard to say.  A woman from my country would be more demur.  But this was America and it was Los Angeles, so the proper etiquette was a bit out of my reach.

“That’s a very fetching nightgown,” I complimented.  “Is that from a movie?”

“No, just something I picked out,” she explained.  “I had a friend drop off a bag.”

“How are you enjoying things?  Sorry I haven’t been a more attendant host, I do have duties.  Plus, your news will be a bit of a bombshell for my family.”

“You told them?”
“Not yet, but I’m laying the groundwork, as you Americans might say,” I explained.  “Did I say that right?”

“I think so,” she said.  “Why don’t you come in for a minute?”

Hmmm, a woman in a sexy nightgown invites me into her bedroom.  Could this be a signal?  If not, then I am very confused by American women!

I moved in and closed the door.  Then I stepped toward her intending to take her in my arms.

“Wait,” she said.  “I have to tell you something.  I called Byron.  I couldn’t wait.”

“Ah!” I said in frustration.  “You should not have done that without consulting me.  Byron is different!  His soul is like a wet sponge.  It absorbs everything.  He could become depressed!”

“Byron needs to know,” she insisted.  “I just told him to come back.  I didn’t tell him why he should come here.”

“He is not stupid,” I said.  “He will figure it out.”
“Well, he sounded pretty drunk on the phone, so maybe not,” she explained.  “But what’s done is done.”

I made a face.  These women.  So overly dramatic.  They can never shut their mouths!

“I’m sorry,” she apologized.  “I never did anything like what we did at the party.  I was embarrassed and now I’m paying for it.”

“Oh, do not be embarrassed,” I said.  “Your secret is safe with me.  Besides, in Europe, this sort of thing is nothing.  Sexuality on the continent is not so---Well, you are very prudish in the States, no?”

“I suppose, but I’m not that prudish,” she said brushing my hand.

!

Our tongues explored each other mouths, while our hands explored each other’s bodies.  Her nightgown was a thin thing, so easily removed once I took it off her shoulders, it fell to the floor.  She was naked, save for her slippers and panties.  I remembered this look from our first night together.

She started unbuttoning my shirt, but I tore it open sending the buttons flying everywhere.  Why wait?  What’s a button cost or a shirt?  She ran her fingers along my chest and I took her in my arms.  Her body heat was intense next to mine.  I could feel myself becoming engorged.

We fell down to the bed, hungry for each other’s touch.  She unbuckled my pants and I took them down along with my underwear, kicking off my shoes and the rest of the clothes with them.  I brought my hand down to her hot pussy and began to massage it.  Immediately, I could feel the wetness.  I kissed her neck and nibbled at her ear, while rubbing the outside of her vagina.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered.  “Take me Dominique!  Give me your princely cock!”

I slid a finger inside her and she moaned.  Slowly I went back and forth, increasing speed until I was fucking her with my finger.  The sound of it slapping against her pussy got increasing wet until I could feel her gusher of warm water shoot out, splashing against my hand.

“Oh, yes!” she whined.  “Give it to me, Dominique.  I want you.  I want you inside me.  Please!”

Retrieving a condom, I started to unwrap it.  She stopped me and threw it way.

“Too late for that now,” she said, throwing me back down on the bed.  “I can’t wait any longer.”

She straddled me and slowly lowered herself on my cock.  It was warm and wet as I entered her.  Savannah immediately started to rock up and down on me.  She was an actress so if she was faking, I was getting movie star quality faking.  It was quite enjoyable lying there while she did most of the work.  It wasn’t before long she was shivering and cumming as the same time.

“Fuckkkkkk,” she moaned.  “Of, fuck that’s good.  Right there!  Right there!”

She slowed down and I took it as my cue to take over.  I gently pushed her aside, flipped her over and pulled her to her knees.  I entered her from behind on my knees.  I could get excellent leverage this way and started thrusting.  Thinking better of it, I pulled her to the edge of the bed and stood up to fuck her.

“Oh, God!  Oh, God!’ she moaned with every hit.  “Fuck me Dominique!  Fuck me!

“Oh, yes, my sweet girl.” I said, plunging into her balls deep. 

I pulled her cheeks apart to get slightly better access.  Then I rolled her over to face me, put her knees on either of my shoulders and started to thrust in and out of her as fast as I could.  Oh, God, the feeling of her insides.  I was overcome!  I couldn’t resist the tightness, the wetness and the feeling of her muscles pulling and squeezing.  No woman before or since had made me feel this way.

“Yes, Savannah!  Look at me.  Look me in the eye.  Look into my soul.  I must look at you as I finish!  Yes!”

I felt an orgasm build within me.  It grew, pulsed through my lower regions and exploded forth with such force that I thought I would pass out.  I could feel my cum shoot deep inside her.  Never before had I cum so hard!  It was like my very essence was being drawn into hers!  I wanted nothing more to be completely consumed by the moment, by her exquisite pussy!

“Oh, my God.  Yes!   Yes-yes!” she moaned.

She couldn’t help but close her eyes as she quivered uncontrollably for a few moments.  I felt her muscles squeezing on me and I too felt the aftershocks of post-orgasm orgasms. 

I collapsed on the bed next to her, covered in sweat and her juices.  She climbed on top of me, kissing me.  Our sweating bodies entwined as we kissed.  We were both exhausted, but hungry for more.

During the course of the night, we would make love several times more.  Her body was fit, curvy and inviting.  She seemed insatiable.  The lack of sleep did not bother either of us as we spent the night fucking and resting and fucking and resting, each time was just as intense as the last.

As the sun rose, I came one last time.  Now we collapsed from exhaustion, both spent beyond measure.  And while the party’s sexual night was passionate and playful, this erotic session was something more.  It was like a marathon of sex where two people could not get enough of each other.  Like wild beasts, we had mated until our animal instincts could push us no further.

She fell fast asleep next to me.  I fought the urge to close my eyes.  I laid awake looking at her in the dim light.  Her facial features seemed to glow and a single strand of hair danced across her perfect face.