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Chapter 4 -- Rescue

Laying on my back, midmorning in Laura's queen size bed, with my hands clasped behind my head, the sun streaming around the dust motes and my brain floating through the previous night of unbridled passion, I reveled in the luxury of the moment. Two days ago, all life had been rotten. Two days ago I had been a wreck. Now? No problems. My mind was clear and a smooth open road stretched out in front of me. What a wonder!

"Are you awake finally?" I heard from a voice as it ascended the stairs towards the bedroom.

"I thought young men were able to screw all night, then be up before dawn and have the chores completed before breakfast. My assessment indicates only one of those criteria were met."

As usual I could not think of anything to say, but did manage to raise my eyebrows just as Laura entered the room. She was a vision wearing a nearly sheer black robe tied loosely in front. The sides of her breasts were visible as was her belly button. The robe closed just above her hips.

"Coffee?" She asked. I could smell the mixture of coffee and something toasted.

"Maybe in a second," I replied. "Come and join me before someone pinches me and I wake up. I have to feel your body against mine."

"Really, you haven't had enough?"

"I just need you in here"

"OK Buddy, but you realize there is hot coffee and some yummy bagels with jam on this tray. They won't be hot long."

In response, I threw the covers to the bottom of the bed and held out my arms. Shaking her head, Laura placed the tray on the night table and climbed onto the bed, straddling me and sitting so that her vagina pressed into my groin, establishing proof of nakedness under the robe.

I lifted my hands, traced my fingers down both arms, then slowly up the sides of her torso and cupped her breasts in my hands. Laura's nipples responded and I could feel their hardness on my palms as I softly massaged the firm flesh surrounding them. Unsurprisingly, life arose in my nether region. Trapped by circumstance, this new life began to throb somewhat painfully.

"Ouch, hurting a little. Could you let me up a bit," I asked?

Without a word Laura lifted her hips, grabbed my penis and unceremoniously inserted it into her vagina, then settled down on top of me again. I - continued to grow inside her.

"Gaawd!" was all I could say, as once again the sensations of my nerve endings in contact with the most holy and heavenly, all encompassing, incomprehensible pleasure surface possible -- began the process of conjuring up an appropriate response.

Laura moved her hips side to side and must have clamped down on me somehow before starting slowly up -- holding -- then sliding down. She repeated the process and I could feel myself close to the brink. Then she stopped.

I started to push up and down vigourously. I needed release.

"No!" she commanded.

"Huh?"

"Lie still."

With that, she pushed down and stayed down. I could feel slight changes in pressure presumably from some kind of godly female control. Whatever -- it slowly worked to reduce the pressure built up in my balls while keeping me hard and as about as horny as I had ever been. Whoooaa!

"Wait."

Slowly the urgency ebbed. My desire however, did not. I felt like those race horses you see at the track. The ones with the wild eyes, who generally finish well back in the pack having spent their energy in the first couple of furlongs.

"Shhhh," Laura whispered. "If you are going to become the latin lover I think you can, you will need control, patience, and to pay heed to your partner's essence."

Eventually I could feel my muscles relax, gut unclench and mind unreel -- focussing back on Laura's presence and body above mine.

Wouldn't you know it, she chose that particular moment to begin almost imperceptible movement. Just her vagina was involved at first. Waves of muscle pressure -- like "the wave" at a sporting event. You can see and almost feel the crowd as the crescendo builds around the stadium -- then it passes over and the pressure is reduced. Squeeze - Up then down -- Up *