I watched his biceps bulge as he lifted the heavy couch. The strain of his arms made his veins pop out and a slick skin of sweat was beginning to form across his body. It was very sexy.

"All right Miss," he said, placing the couch down and taking a step back from it, "where do you want this?

I could care less what he did with the couch, I wanted him in my bedroom. "Oh," I said, startled out of my daydream, "there, back against the wall."

He gave me another show as he shoved the couch back where I had requested. If I had the room I would buy ten more couches, just for ten more days like this.

His partner left to get more stuff out of the truck and he plopped down upon the couch. It was nice enough, light blue flowers against a dark blue background, and comfortable. But there was something about it I couldn't stand; it reminded me of something my Mother would have bought. I would never have picked it out, it had been Jim's idea, he had ordered a new "living room set" as he called it two weeks ago, then he left me for his old girlfriend who had wanted him back. At least I got to keep the couch.

I ran my finger along the arm of the sofa, silently musing to myself what his strong body would feel like under my touch, if his sweat would taste slightly salty as I licked the back of his neck. My pussy was throbbing and I knew I must be soaking wet.

I got up to make him some lemonade, hoping to clear my head and to get him to stay a little longer. The slight knock on the wall next to the kitchen made me jump.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"Oh, that's okay," I said laughing, "would you like some lemonade?"

"Sure. My buddy and I forgot one of your chairs back at the store so he went back to get it, I thought I would stay here with you and help you set your stuff up."

I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep the huge smile from spreading over my face. I had him alone for at least an hour, plenty of time to try out my new couch. I couldn't speak so instead I just nodded, looking him right in his dark brown eyes.

We went back into the living room and I watched as he moved the chairs around and we discussed the best positions. I was standing behind him, watching the muscles pop out in his legs as he lifted, he looked up and we caught our reflection in the mirror. Me: long blonde hair, green eyes and pert breasts. Him: dark cropped hair and deep brown eyes. Our gaze locked and the tension in the room increased 200%.

He turned to face me and a tiny smile crept across my lips. I looked him up and down, making no effort to hide my desire. He came closer, his eyes scanning down my body, lingering on my long legs, my slim waist.

"So," I whispered, his face now only inches from mine, "what do you think of my couch?"

He nodded and bent down, his kiss was strong but smooth, his tongue darted in and made love to my mouth. His strong hand crept up my side, causing jolts of electricity to move into every spot it had been. He cupped my tit, kneaded it, rolling his long fingers over my hard nipples. I moaned, reaching down to grab his ass, to pull him closer. I ground my pelvis against his, holding him tight, wanting him badly.

He led me to the couch. He sat me down and kneeled before me, I pulled off my shirt, exposing my bra-less tits. He began sucking and licking the dark areolas. I was throbbing. I needed to be filled. I reached for him but he held me back. He pulled my shorts and my panties down over my tanned legs. He lightly kissed all around my white tan line, then began sucking and licking my clit. He was tongue fucking me like I had never thought possible. It felt so good, and I came twice but I needed more.

"I want your cock," I whispered.

He looked up at me, a little startled. "I want you," I said, not caring about anything else, "I want you inside of me, fuck me."

He pulled down his pants and whipped out the thickest prick I have ever seen. OH YES, I thought to myself. He lay down on top of me and I guided him in, the first stroke was a little tight but then he was filling me. Each pump hit my clit, filled my walls and sent me reeling in pleasure.

I reached around and dug my nails into his back as he continued to thrust and grind into my happy cunt. "Harder," I whispered. He jammed into me so hard I felt him all the way in my stomach. He continued on like this as little beads of sweat dropping onto my lips. Every part of him tasted so good. Every stroke sent me to heaven and soon I was coming, clawing at him, screaming, my orgasm wracking my body as tears flowed down my cheeks. I felt him pull out, felt the hot stream of jizz land on my stomach.

He flopped down on top of me, exhausted. I brushed a stray piece of hair out of his eyes and kissed him sweetly on the forehead.

Well, I thought to myself, as our breathing began to regulate, Jim may be gone but his couch has sure come in handy.

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