Free The Trade by JT Kalnay

sleep yet,” she
said. She raised up her diminutive form, towering over him where he
lay. She pulled off her blouse and draped it across his chest. She
removed her bra and dropped it on his face, pulling it back and
forth under his nose so he could smell her musk. Her scent on the
flimsy clothing aroused a primitive instinct in him. She worked out
of her painted on pants and hovered over him. She was open and he
could see she was ready to take him. He arched his hips, trying to
reach into that soft, warm escape of pleasure.
    "Let's take a shower,” she ordered. She
stepped down off the bed and pulled him towards the small shower
stall. There was just enough room for the both of them to stand
pressed together. She turned the water on so that it was lukewarm,
stinging and refreshing. Jay was coming back to life. He pulled the
soap from the dish and started to lather her glistening naked body.
His hands worked over her breasts. The round, firm mounds yielding
to his press.
    Her supple nipples leapt to attention, her
head fell back in pleasure and anticipation. Slowly, ever so
slowly, Jay moved his slithery hands down her sleek tummy. He
reached his hands around her and held her heaving chest with one
hand while he parted her tangles with his free hand. A tiny moan
escaped Maria's mouth.
    He thought about her lips on his dick and
worked his fingers inside her. She grabbed his hand and pulled it
out of her and guided his middle finger onto her most tender spot.
Jay wasn't certain exactly what to do.
    She started working his finger in little
circles. First around one way, then around the other, with just the
slightest pressure. After a minute she left him to his own
patterns, flopping her head back against him in pleasure. He
flicked and prodded and gently pushed and rocked his finger back
and forth. The water and soap made her so slippery to his touch.
Jay moved his hand faster and faster, now back and forth, now in
circles. Maria was raising onto her toes, being racked with
convulsions. Jay had never seen a woman this way, he didn't even
know they could feel this way. Her excitement was infectious. He
hardened again, firm against her ass.
    He wanted to throw her down on the bed and
pump and rock until he blew again and then sleep until noon. But
she forced his hand back against her mound. He kept working it. She
kept shaking and shivering and rising up on her toes and wiggling
her ass against him until she wailed out loud in shrieking animal
pleasure as the last of several ever larger orgasms washed over her
in an exquisite climax. Her body slumped back against him, her hand
finally releasing his.
    "Now you can have me,” she whispered. The
words came out heavy and sensual and tired. Jay didn't need to be
told twice. He helped the weakened Maria into the bed where she lay
on her wet back, half unconscious from the shower. She spread her
legs and guided him deep inside her. He started slow but quickly
abandoned the easy rhythm. The urgency was on him.
    They worked together, picking up the rhythm
until the bed shook and the lamp on the bedside table rocked and
fell to the floor. At last Jay could feel the incredible welling
pressure again. At that very instant it seemed that Maria's insides
ran liquid on him. It was running out of her, dripping off his
dick, soaking the sheets between her legs.
    He came in a massive convulsive fit. His
entire body tensed in giant spasms, throwing him back and forth
across the bed. He hadn’t even known a man could come twice in one
night.
    They lay there, exhausted, sated, soaking
wet. Neither one could move. A riotous thunderstorm later deluged
the city with three inches of rain and hundreds of lightning
strikes. Neither of them heard it. Sometime during the night one of
them pulled up a blanket to cover them.

    In the room next door, not three feet from
where Jay and Maria lay comatose from their sexual escapades, two
men looked up from the electronic equipment they had been
monitoring.
    "Holy