There was a pile of flyers from fast food restaurants beside the phone in the hallway. "I never really learnt to cook." Karen admitted. She had pulled on John's T-shirt, which reached halfway down her thighs, and he was in his boxer shorts. She held up a flyer from a Chinese restaurant for John's approval. When it got the nod she took it and the phone handset into the living room.

After they had made their decisions and placed their order Karen stood and pulled the T-shirt off. "I'm going to have a shower. They shouldn't be here before I'm done."

John dressed, just in case their food did turn up whilst Karen showered. He turned on the television and flicked through the channels, not really paying attention as he sat in a happy post coital haze.

Karen returned some minutes later, wearing shorts and a white T-shirt. John had been half way across the room to start checking out her DVD collection. He was sure he looked guilty, but she didn't seem to notice. "Your turn." she told him.

John's surfing had ended on one of the history channels. There was a programme about the Romans on. Karen didn't bother changing it or turning the television off. She pulled her feet up onto the sofa, hugged them to her and sat with her head on her knees, watching Centurions march.

The intercom rattled. Karen uncurled and pulled the handset off the wall. She buzzed the downstairs door open and was standing by the open front door when the delivery man got out of the lift. John was hurriedly patting himself down with a towel as Karen walked past the bathroom door with a bag full of food. "Don't bother getting dressed." she grinned.

John didn't feel as self conscious as he'd expected, standing naked outside the kitchen and watching Karen empty food onto plates. She smiled at him and handed him a plate and cutlery. There was a table before the picture window and, despite the curtains still being open, that was where they sat and ate. Karen ran a bare foot up and down John's legs. She couldn't see his rising erection, but her smile said she expected it.

They didn't talk much as they ate. Sex really was hungry work. When they were done Karen piled the plates up and walked around the table. She stood before John and signalled for him to turn his chair around. Smiling at his hard on she knelt before him.

Karen cradled John's balls and kissed them both. Then she licked up the shaft to the head, swirling her tongue around it. John clasped the seat of the chair and watched Karen's lips slide over the dark red head of his cock. She drew them back up until they were just kissing the tip, then lowered them again, swallowing more this time.

John pulled himself down onto the chair, trying to plant himself in place and not make any movements which might put Karen off her vital task. She could take just over half his length comfortably, and began moving her lips up and down it. As she sped up John hooked his feet around the legs of his chair to brace himself further.

Karen stopped her movements, her lips clasped tight around his cock and the coarseness of her tongue rubbing against its underside. John groaned as she pulled back up his hard on, making loud and theatrical slurping as she released the head. She grasped the shaft and started moving her hand up and down it, staring up at John and smiling as she did. She teased him, licking around the base of his cock and kissing his balls.

John's hard on twitched as his orgasm approached. Karen moved quickly to lock her lips over the head again just before he came. She sucked the semen up, swallowing the sticky liquid. To gasps from John she licked the come up, cleaning the head and shaft.

Karen rested her head on John's knee and watched as his erection subsided. A small drop of come formed at the slit of the still red head. Karen reached out a finger and gently lifted it off. She smiled to see the cock twitch and grow a little again as she licked the semen off her finger.

Karen sat back, a hand on each of John's knees. "Do you want to stay the night?" she asked.

"Yes." John replied, still in a happy daze from the blowjob.

Karen stood and offered John her hand. She led him to the sofa, sat him down and curled up with her head on his lap. John ran a finger along the edge of her exposed ear and down around her neck. She purred and squeezed his thigh. She was tired, in a warm and happy way, but still horny. The warmth in her pussy told her what she wanted to do just as soon as she had her energy back, and John's gentle touch was sending tingles through her which kept that warmth stoked.

The television was still on, but the subject had moved on from the Romans to the Second World War. This was the sort of thing which, left to his own devices, John could happily watch for hours on end. But he felt it was best not to admit to that. He picked up the remote and offered it to Karen. She shook her head, "You choose."

As John flicked through the channels his hand absently stroked Karen's arm and side. She rolled onto her back and stretched out, there was just enough room on the sofa. She rested her hands on the top of her thighs, framing the target she wanted him to aim for. Her nipples had stiffened and tingled against the material of her T-shirt. John pinched the material just below her left breast and tugged it down, rubbing cotton against the hard point and raising a light sigh.

John was still moving through the channels with the controller in his right hand, but was concentrating more on what his left was doing. He tweaked Karen's nipples and cupped her breasts through the cotton of her T-shirt. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and tried to push them down. They'd only go so far, though, as the drawstring which held them up was pulled too tight. John spotted this and reached down to pull the bow out of the drawstring.

Karen pushed her shorts down just far enough to reveal the bush of her pubic hair. She stared up at John, who smiled down at her. Not taking his eyes from hers he moved his hand around her belly button, teasing, then down under the waistband. Karen's left hand slid into her shorts and rested itself on top of John's. He got the message and let her guide his fingers.

Their fingers, held together, slid through her pubic hair, then, pressed flat, began to move in a circle. John raised his eyebrows, asking if he was doing this right. Karen nodded, absolutely. She spread her legs and tried to push her shorts down with her free hand.

The circles around Karen's clitoris became narrower then turned into more of an up and down motion. She stopped at the bottom of one of these sweeps and pushed down with her forefinger, between the slick lips of her labia. She made John curl his finger into her then began the up and down movements, now with an added thrusting and greater urgency.

Karen was aware of something warm and smooth rubbing against her cheek. She shifted her focus and became aware of John's hard on rearing over her. She gave up trying to push her shorts down and stopped guiding John's hand so she could reach up and grasp the erection. She twisted so she could run her lips over the underside of the cock and occasionally kiss the head.

John pushed another finger into Karen. She started swaying her hips back and forth, helping the fingers move inside her. Her lips moved up and down the underside of John's cock whilst her right hand pulled the skin over the head.

The fingers inside her pussy felt good, but Karen wanted John's cock again. She'd slipped a condom into the tiny pocket of her shorts and now she fumbled it out, dropped it and grabbed it again. When she held it before John he got the message. She sighed as his fingers withdrew from her, but she grabbed his hand and held it so she could lick the taste of herself off them.

As John rolled the condom down his hard on Karen slid off the sofa. She pushed the shorts off and knelt in front of the seat. When he was ready he moved round behind her. His hands softly ran down the curves of her buttocks, then back up to the small of her back- where Karen discovered she had another erogenous zone and let out a sigh.

John's hands grasped a cheek each and gently spread them, revealing her arsehole. She felt exposed and excited. She almost wanted him to try to push his cock in, even though she knew it would need lube and patience to do it properly. Maybe one day soon, for now his aim was lower. The hard head of his knob slid along her pussy lips then gently eased in, she was excited enough to make it a hands free job.

Grasping her around the waist, John pushed slowly into Karen. He held himself as deeply inside her as he could for a moment, until she was certain she could feel the pulse in his hard on, then began just as slowly pulling out. She didn't want to lose the feeling of being filled and she pushed back as he moved. It was like a series of mini thrusts as he moved a little out of her and she pushed back to reclaim his cock.

When John was as far back as he wanted to go, his hands around Karen's waist suggested she move forward. She moved until only the head of his hard on was in her, then pushed back again, reclaiming it all. Her next move wasn't as far, but she came back faster, and soon she was rocking back and forth along John's cock. She drew a gasping breath just before every thrust back and let out a panting victorious cry when she had the whole of him in her again.

Karen lost her rhythm as she grew more excited. Eventually she had to stop moving and lay her head on her arms on the soft cushions of the sofa. John took up the thrusting, his thighs slapping against hers every time he was deep in her. Karen raised her head to let out little cries of encouragement then a shout of joy as they both came together.

They spooned on the floor for a while until Karen stood and led John to the bedroom.

It was still raining on Sunday morning. Karen heard the patter of drops hitting her window as she roused from a deep and pleasant sleep. She'd been having very dirty dreams and woken horny. Luckily there was someone in the bed who could help her with that.

John wasn't quite awake when he felt fingers lightly playing with his hard on. He stretched and sighed at the sensation, then eagerly responded to Karen's kiss. Together they threw the duvet aside. Karen kissed her way down John's body and then up and down his cock before leaning over to get a condom from the bedside drawers. She rolled the sheath over the hard on and they both smiled at it.

Karen was still wearing the top from the night before, but nothing else. John ran fingers up the inside of her leg and round the outside of her pussy then gently rubbed one back and forth between them until it slid inside. Karen rotated her hips and let the finger move around inside her, smiling all the while. She threw her head back and smiled, then shivered as a light orgasm pulsed through her. She had been more horny than she'd thought, to come so quickly.

Clasping her thighs Karen held John's finger in her pussy for a while, then cast a glance down at his cock and nodded at it. He smiled and urged her toward it with a little move of his head. She released his hand and he helped her move over him. John held the base of his cock so it stood straight up and Karen raised herself until she was level with the head, She shuffled forward and John ran the tip along her lips just like he'd run his finger. Slick with Karen's excitement, they split to let him in.

Karen lowered herself just enough to hold the head of John's cock between her pussy lips, keeping it there until her thighs began to tremble then sliding down it quickly. Impaled on John's hard on she grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it of. John's hands cupped her small firm breasts and fingers flicked over her stiff nipples. He began flexing his thighs and hips and making short thrusts into her. Karen took up the rhythm and soon they were moving together in rhythm.

Their movements sped up. Karen pushed both hands against John's chest to help her keep herself steady. John pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger of each hand and their movements got faster still. Their thrusts were short, quick and so energetic the bed was beginning to move. Just as she thought she was going to lose the rhythm Karen felt waves of warmth and pleasure course through her body.

She collapsed onto John's chest, hugging him tight and kissing around his mouth. John's hands went to clasp her buttocks and he kept moving in her. Just as the tingling wash of pleasure from one orgasm was receding another broke over Karen. She bit John's shoulder and he held her tight as he came.

Only when the last shivers of after pleasure had drifted away did Karen slide off John's chest. "Morning." she said, her first word of the day.

They slept some more, and eventually had breakfast at lunchtime. Sat at the table eating cereal they looked out of the window at a wet city which was beginning to sparkle in the sun. "You should go home before it starts to rain again." Karen suggested.

"I guess so." John knew he had to leave sooner or later, but he didn't like to admit it.

"Maybe next weekend we can have that picnic."

"Maybe."

"And maybe on Tuesday night you can come over and we can not have a picnic. Just like we didn't yesterday."

"Tuesday night?"

"I'm busy tomorrow."

"It's a date."