Graham was good for his word. He contacted Kit as soon as he got into the office. He explained that Marty and he had met the night before and that she wanted to see Kit.
Kit was beside himself. Normally quiet and reserved the ex-con laughed out loud and told Graham that he would love to see Marty. He recalled the time she entered his room during the night to fuck and he wanted to have another go with her.
Dinner and drinks were the agenda for the meeting. Marty chose a casual little restaurant where they could go without having to dress. She didn't know if Kit would have had enough time or money to buy dress clothing.
She was careful not to make him feel uncomfortable. She wore jeans and a sleeveless blouse under a beige rain coat which she tied around her middle with a long belt.
Her bust line was clear with the coat tied tight, her wide hips obvious as she moved. Marty checked herself in the mirror one last time before she left to meet Kit. Deciding she looked alright, she hurried to keep their date.
The little car sparkled in the bright neon lights as she pulled into the parking lot. Expecting to see Kit arriving on foot she was surprised when she looked at the parked luxury car next to where she'd pulled in.
Kit waved to her from the elegant foreign made car. He opened the door and stepped out. Marty could hardly believe her eyes. He wore a casual suit, no tie, and his shirt open down the front. He looked like a model from a fashion magazine.
As he walked over to her car, Kit's familiar smile crossed his face and in the colored lights she could see his even white teeth gleaming.
The reunion was supposed to take place over dinner but Kit convinced Marty, there in the parking lot, to follow him home. "I have a house a few miles from here. If you'll keep close to me in traffic we can go there and have a lot more privacy."
Marty agreed and they pulled back into traffic. She couldn't believe the Kit she was driving along behind was the same guy she'd known at the prison. He looked the same, a little more refined perhaps, but he seemed different somehow.
The house Kit owned was an enormous, sprawling affair. The driveway circled up over a sloping lawn and had two gates, an entrance and an exit. The grounds around the house were lighted at night and Marty could see a pool and a tennis court beside the huge house.
Marty stared, open mouthed, astounded, at the spread. When Kit walked up to open the car door for her, Marty asked, "How? Who?" She grinned sheepishly as her own blundering and tried again, "Kit, is this yours?"
"It's an inheritance. My grandfather left everything to me so that when I got out of the slammer I wouldn't be at anyone's mercy." He opened the door, helped Marty out, and continued the explanation. "I've had this place for sometime but I kept it quiet so the other men back at the prison wouldn't think they could get money out of me."
"I know. You wanted to go on being one of the fellas. I understand," Marty said.
Inside the big house Kit showed Marty around. The interior was breath taking. Everything was white and all accessories were cream colored. The only other colors were the brilliantly colored painting that covered the walls. Indirect lighting subtly illuminated the big house in every room. There was soft music playing through speakers which were built into the ceilings.
Kit pressed a buzzer and a butler appeared. Not the typical British, stiff lipped butler but another young man, almost as handsome as his employer.
"Jere, would you ask Nancy to fix a snack for two?" Kit said. "We'll have drinks and the snack in the master suite."
Jere nodded, smiled to both Marty and Kit and disappeared into the kitchen.
Kit took Marty to his office, den, bedroom and enormous dressing and bath area. "Have a seat," he said. Kit went to the bar to mix drinks.
"I can't get over all this," Marty said. "I think it's wonderful for a guy like you to come into such circumstances."
"I won't lie," Kit said. "I love it. Being rich beats the hell out of being poor." He pointed to a lithograph that hung behind his desk. In the picture a man stood with a foot on the bumper of a Rolls Royce. He had a glass of champagne in his hand and the caption under the picture said Poverty Sucks.
The snack which Jere served them was tiny sandwiches, relishes and chips. Although out of character for the house and the environment the goodies hit the spot.
When they'd finished puttering with the food and downed the drinks Kit asked Marty if she could stay over night.
"I'd planned on inviting you to stay with me," she said laughing. "I thought I was going to be meeting with a down trodden, end of the line ex-con and I was going to impress you with my little sports car and new apartment. I feel so silly."
"Please don't. I wanted to see you anyway but I was hesitant to call because I didn't know for sure if it would be right," Kit explained.
Marty asked, "Remember that last night when I came to visit you in your room?"
"How could I forget it?" Kit laughed. "It was the first time I had sex in a long time and it was unexpected. It was great."
"Could we try for a replay?" Marty asked. She laid a hand on Kit's arm and stroked his skin.
Marty lifted the hand to his lips and kissed the fingers. He pulled Marty to him, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the mouth. Their lips parted and their tongues touched. Marty leaned against Kit and felt the heat of his body through their clothing.
When their lips parted, Kit answered the question. "I can't promise a replay but I think we could work something out that would be gratifying to us both."
He untied the belt and helped Marty remove her coat. He opened the buttons of the shirt, slowly slipped it over her shoulders and down her arms. When he saw that she wore no bra he leaned down to kiss her full tits.
Marty closed her eyes and thrust her chest forward to give Kit a better opportunity to caress her nipples.
He opened the snap and zipper on her pants and as he pulled them down over her legs, he dropped to his knees in front of her. Marty steadied herself with her hands on Kit's shoulders and she stepped from the pants.
Naked, standing in front of Kit, Marty spread her, legs slightly and allowed Kit to lower his face to her crotch.
She wanted to get into bed; she wanted to fuck but she couldn't tear herself away from the warm breath and the wet, hot lips and tongue that were beginning to caress and stroke the lips of her cunt.
Marty had stopped shaving her pubic hair but it had barely grown back in and was very short. Kit felt the soft little hairs tickling his nose and when he looked closely he saw that Marty had been shaving herself.
He raised himself to a standing position and said, "I'd like to see you after you've shaved. If you do that again will you let me help?"
Marty said, "If I do it again, I'll let you do that part. You can shave me if you want to."
"For now, I think we need to get on the bed, don't you? There's no need to fuck on the floor here."
Marty laid on the bed and waited while Kit removed his clothing. She was turned on and unconsciously began to stroke her own breasts with her hands.
"Hey, don't start without me," Kit chided.
When he laid down beside her, Marty turned and rolled over on top of Kit. Her tits pressed into his chest, and where his cock pressed up, she heaved her pelvis downward, rubbing the big cock against her cunt.
Kit wrapped his arms around Marty and held her close. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. When he turned her head just a little so he could lick at her ticklish little ears Marty became very hot.
She caressed Kit's shoulders and the sides of his body with her hands. She ground her pussy against him and got his cock rock-hard. As the big organ stood straight up, Marty opened her legs a little to let it stand up in the crevice of her legs. She rocked back and forth a little to create some slight friction on his cock.
"Oh, that feels so fucking good," Kit whispered. He still held his mouth close to her ear and as he spoke the warm moist breath inflamed her even more; her ears were one of the most sensitive and erotic parts of her body.
"I think you should be on the bottom," he told her. "Roll over and let me get on top. I want to fuck you good. I need to get deep into you."
Marty gripped Kit's shoulders and rolled with him. When she was on the bottom she brought her legs up high so that he knees were almost touching her shoulders.
Kit shifted his hips a little and felt the hot wetness of her cunt against the shaft of his cock. He heaved back and then plunged his rod into her. The sudden, tight, not, wet fit of her pussy on his cock was utter pleasure.
For Marty the fullness of his cock made her feel that she had been filled with a molten liquid. Fire spread through her cunt, into her loins, down her legs and finally consumed her. She loved the incredible, almost indescribably feeling of having a virile man on top of her, probing into her cunt with his cock, pressing the head of his organ against her womb and spreading heat all through her.
The juices had begun to flow in them both. Kit's cock was dribbling the delicious crystal clear fluid he knew as precum. Marty's cunt was oozing the lubricating liquids which had an erotic aroma to them and which served to stimulate her partner as well as lube the path his cock was following.
She grabbed her legs and spread them as far apart as she could get them. What she presented to Kit was her unobstructed genitals. He had a straight shot at her pussy and with his fairly long cock it made it good for them both.
His balls slapped against the lower portion of her vulva, adding fuel to her fire. His muscled belly rubbed against her softer tummy and his chest with all it's hair tickled her nipples.
"Hard. Do it hard. Fuck me hard," Marty begged. She wanted to feel his urgency and his need as well as her own.
Kit obliged her by stepping up the tempo. He was careful not to fuck too hard but instead he fucked her faster stirring up a heated friction inside of her pussy.
The muscles of his ass cheeks were flexing and relaxing as he drove his cock home. His legs were bent but hard as wood because he was rigid.
As the speed of his thrusts into her increased, Marty began to approach the climax. Her body was like a vast thing filled with stimulating warm liquids, all swirling around, splashing against distant shores, washing the little brooks of her interior. She felt like she was controlling the universe; it was, also, like she was incapable of doing anything but laying there enjoying the hard cock sliding in and out of her cunt.
The faster Kit fucked her, the more often his pubic flesh came into firm contact with hers, the more Marty's cunt lips swelled and heated up. He started to grind his hips from side to side as he fucked her. He was doing the exact thing that Marty loved so much, he made his cock rub against all the inner surface of her pussy.
"Yeah," she gasped. "Now, it's here."
"I'm cumming too," he rasped.
"Oh…" she managed and then as he was tumbling down a mental corridor, her body in control, the powerful orgasm leading her.
Juices gushed from Marty, adding heat and more lubrication to their sex organs. She arched up to pound her cunt again Kit each time he came down onto and into her.
When his orgasm began his cock jerked powerfully twice and began spit out long white ropes of cum. He flexed up his whole body and held fast for a moment to let the first few spasms shake him, then, he went into a frenzy of rapid, short thrusts making their combined climaxes powerful and deep.
Their could only be heard the rustling of the bedclothes and the heavy breathing of the couple. There was, also, a lot of squishy sounds as they continued to rush together.
The hot juices they produced and which leaked from Marty spilled onto the bed in a giant puddle. She wanted more, more, more.
Marty held tight to Kit and thrust up to meet him until he collapsed atop her. Her pussy was still throbbing and pulling at him, sucking his cock back into her.
Kit make a few final pushes with his big cock into Marty to finish off the wonderful orgasm.
They lay, entwined, hot and sweaty and extremely happy with the outcome of their sexual encounter.
"That was really good. I needed that more than you can imagine," he told Marty when he could get his breath back.
"I needed it too. If you don't mind, I'll stay the night and we can see how many times we can get off together."
He nestled his head against her chest, pressing his mouth against the soft side of his boob and nodded. He didn't speak – he couldn't. He kissed Marty's tits and then lay still, his cock still buried to the base inside of her hot cunt.