BabySitter's Pyjamas

I lay on the bed afterwards, completely boneless. I couldn't have moved to save myself. I was rather relieved to find that Peter seemed to be in a similar state. It would have been embarrassing to find myself totally spent and him raring to go.

After a while Peter started idly stroking my breast, cupping it and teasing the nipple. I squirmed a little, but didn't try to stop him. It felt nice.

"It seems to me," he said softly, "that a woman of experience wouldn't be satisfied with just one encounter. She'd want to see what her lover could do for an encore."

To my surprise his hand drifted down to my pussy and started lightly massaging me, and excitement curled deep inside me.

I was, I decided, a woman of experience (or becoming one very rapidly) and I wasn't satisfied with just a single encounter. It would be interesting to see what else he could do. I waited to see what would unfold.