Purple Morning 				



I woke up, and she wasn't in my bed.  It was very early, no sun yet.

Just dim early morning light.

I spotted her by the window.  The drapes were wide open.

"Don't you think someone might see you like that?" I asked quietly.

She had a small blanket for cover, but wasn't using it for that
exactly.  Her backside was fully in my view, and it was very
beautiful.  The exact sort of beautiful girl I'd so often wished for.

Her blond locks were all tousled, and  I knew how they got that way.
I'd  been sated by all we did last night, but it took one look to
bring it all back.

She was quiet, just looking outside.  She turned toward me, but still
said nothing.  Maybe she wasn't ready to talk, yet.  I wondered what
she was thinking, and most important, did she feel like I did?

She said, "I'm covered up.  All the important stuff anyway."

Then she laughed.  It was a silky laugh.

She was so on at that moment, sparkling, flashing eyes and smile.
Breasts covered on the front, but the sides were delightfully bare.
Middle draped, concealing her sexy pussy.   Hiding what I'd seen,
felt, tasted, and loved made me want them even more.

I wanted her so much.  I just didn't know how to say it.

If there was anyone outside, they could see her.  

I never dared walk past the window naked.

I could just get up and join her.  Did she want me to do that?

I slowly slipped my blankets off. I was hard, ready for her.  I
pointed, hoping she'd come closer.

"You look nice today," she said, turning to face me.

Putting her back to the window.

Nothing covered her there at all. 

 Part of me wanted to rush up and close the drapes.

It was so early, but someone might be up.

If they saw her, would they complain?  I doubted it, not a girl like
her.

She stretched, spreading her legs.

Her pubes slid into sight, light highlighting her labia from behind.

I wished I could see that from outside.  My love, showing her best
asset to everyone.  

I jumped up out of bed.

I rushed over to her, naked, and ready to make love right there.

It would be daring, and sexy.

And too dangerous to think about.

How could she be so casual about it?

I grabbed the sheet, wrapped it around me.   I kissed her lightly.

She grabbed me, held me, pressed her naked body against me.

 The sheet was all that remained between us.  Her blanket was on the
floor.

"I want you so much," I said.

"I need you too," she told me between kisses.  On my neck, down my
chest.  Pushing the sheet down.

Anyone might see us.

I saw headlights, in the parking lot.

If she wasn't embarrassed about being seen naked, why should I be?

Wasn't I proud to be with her, to be spotted with her? 

My sheet slipped off.

If we were recognized, what would I say?  What was the truth?

I wanted to grab her, pull her back to bed.

She knelt down, grabbed my hard dick.

Our observer was about to see a real life sex show.
I panicked.  I couldn't stop her. 

But I had to know, before things went farther.

"My lovely, sexy woman, do you love me?"

She answered with her lips, not words.  Her mouth enclosed me, drawing
me in deep.

Slowly down, then up, sliding my dick around inside.  Then, all the
way in.

This was something that any man would wish for.  A real deep throat
loving truly hot girlfriend.

But she hadn't answered my question.  I'd avoided asking it, or saying
it.  As long as I didn't say the L-word, I could imagine that she
loved me.

I didn't want sex, not just sex alone.  I didn't want to lose her,
demanding more.

"Does that answer your question?" she asked, taking a break from
sucking on me.

"Uh . . . "

I thought.  She'd put off talking about relationships, both ours and
hers with other men. 

She resumed her oral affection, and I thought about just letting it
go.

But we were exposed, and if someone did spot us, I wanted an answer.
Was she my love, my true love, or was she just a sexy girl who hopped
into my bed this night?

"No," I said, defiantly.

She stopped sucking on me, and got to her feet.

She grabbed the blanket, pulled it up again, covering only her front.
Now I was the naked one.

She turned away, looked out the window.

Her breasts weren't fully covered.  Her arm held the blanket, but it
concealed nothing vital.

I joined her, naked at her side.  

I was frightened.  It was exciting, to be risking exposure like that. 

But the risk of outside exposure was nothing compared to that going on
in the room.

I touched her face.

She turned, and looked at me.  Still smiling, eyes bright.

"It looks nice today."

"I'd like to know, I mean it!"  I said, anger rising.  

Then, the fear came back.  "I mean, I want to know, please."

She told me, wistfully, "I'm sorry.  No, that isn't  . . . "

She kissed me, saying "I don't love you.  It isn't anything about you,
it isn't that at all.  I don't love anyone else either.  I want you,
and that is all."

I was heartbroken.  I suspected it.  She didn't want to hurt me.

But I'd needed to know.  Didn't I?

She dropped her blanket, for the last time this morning.  Naked,
totally exposed to the outside.  Her breasts had such a lovely shade
in the morning light.  Her pubes shiny, glistening wetness.

"Come back to bed with me, and I'll show you how I feel," she said.

My body didn't seem to care about my heart.  I washed away my sorrow,
as her hot pussy grabbed me. She fucked me, and herself, to blissful
oblivion.



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