A Bed of Rosemary

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It’s always the shy ones.

Rosemary was bookish. Most people thought of her as shy. She was friendly, but she didn’t socialize a lot. When she did, however, she was fun and excellent company. “I may not go out a lot,” she said, “but when I do, I do it all the way.” She chuckled a little.

She was an attractive, well-proportioned woman of medium height, with short to mid-lengtth dark blonde hair. It framed her neck and face well. She had no particularly outstanding feature, but all of them were attractive.

We had gone out a few times. Although she was generally reserved, she had dropped a few hints. One night we had gone out to dinner and for dessert, she ordered banana cream pie.

“I like banana cream,” she said with a wry smile.

“Apparently,” I replied, smiling back knowingly. Rosemary chuckled. She also blushed slightly.

Rosemary would softly touch me on my arm and chest. She liked to fix my hair.

Rosemary liked music. We went to a concert. On one number with a particularly vigorous beat, she leaned over and whispered “I like this rhythm. Nice and strong.” She was dancing in her seat, in time to the vigorous rhythm.

She had mentioned in conversation one day that she thought people were mistaken about her shy personality. “I’m ankara escort named after a spice, after all.” She laughed at her own joke, just a little nervously, I thought. “We had a patch of it at our house.”

“A bed of rosemary,” I replied. She blushed, smiled, and responded.

“You might say that.”

This particular evening had been particularly long and it was quite late. I dropped Rosemary off with a kiss. She kissed me vigorously, long and hard. She made a point of rubbing up close to me. I kissed her pretty neck.

“Come on in,” she said with a smile.

“Well,” I said, kind of vaguely, trying to make it sound like I might not. “It’s getting late.”

“I insist,” she said. We entered her room. It was pretty standard. There was a bed, a desk, a chair, a closet, some other stuff. I sat down on the bed.

“Wait here,” said Rosemary. She disappeared into the bathroom. When she emerged, she wore nothing but fire engine red bikini shorts and a matching bra that didn’t quite fully cover her boobs.

“You like?” she said, smiling.

“How could I not?” I said.

Rosemary sat on my lap, kissing me hard, with some tongue. I blew in her ear. She unzipped my pants. “OK, your turn,” she said.


“Your turn,” she repeated, waving etimesgut escort her hand up and down her pretty body. I smiled. I quickly stripped down to my underpants. Beaming, Rosemary took off her bra.

I can’t say her boobs were unusually large, but they were ample and plenty. I kissed them. Rosemary threw her head back and sighed. She wriggled and contorted on my lap.

I leaned forward. Rosemary smiled underneath me. We danced together on her bed.

Rosemary stood up. She walked toward the window. As she closed the blinds, I fondled her tits and blew in her ear. Again I kissed her neck.

“Oh, God,” she sighed.

I softly slipped Rosemary’s panties off. She pulled my shorts to the floor and began stroking my cock. She went at it with energy and enthusiasm. I fingered her pussy.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, yes.”

Rosemary closed her eyes. Her head jerked back, then forward. She sighed loudly. At that moment, my cock exploded, spewing all over sweet Rosemary. She smiled widely, licked her lips, wiped her face, and licked her hands. “Mmm,” she said. “Banana cream.” She giggled and kissed me.

“That was fun,” she said as she rose to wash her face. I came up behind her and again kissed the nape of her neck. I cupped her breasts and ankara etimesgut escort blew in her ear.

We lay on the bed. Rosemary began to stroke my penis yet again. “I’m having a good time,” she said. “How about you?”

“Great,” I said. She kissed me.

“Good.” She continued fondling my limp dick. I stuck a finger back in her pussy, then another. She sighed again. My dick was getting harder. Rosemary smiled.

Rosemary rolled my balls around. My cock stiffened. It stood erect.

With a big smile, Rosemary climbed on top of me. I slid into her. I pushed repeatedly, deep into Rosemary’s sweetness. I rammed her hard, over and over.

Rosemary smiled. She sighed, closed her eyes, and threw her head back. “Ooooohhh,” she moaned. “Ooooohhh.” She continued to bounce happily on top of me. I pushed deep inside her.

Suddenly, she sccreamed. “Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Oh, God! Oh, God!” Her body shivered and shook. Her belly and back bent backwards. She moaned low moans of pleasure.

That’s when I popped. My log-stiff cock, deep inside sweet Rosemary, jerked and spewed its juice in a massive stream.

Rosemary climbed off me and lay beside me.

“All I can say is wow,” she said. “That was truly spectacular.”

“Thanks,” I said. “It was great for me too. You’re not shy at all.”

Rosemary laughed. “I told you, when I do it, I do it all the way.” She kissed my cheek and rolled over. “Night,” she said. “See you in the morning.”

As I said, it’s always the shy ones.

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