Some wet days

Contrary to popular belief, am a very shy and reserved person around strangers or people am not used to but I always open up after some alcohol. Sadly, this is not a story about one of those times. This is about a couple of hours before the said time. I had a sex date with one of my ‘2013 to do list’ women (that was cancelled) but She asked to have first dibs (to my greatest pleasure). When she asked me to go over I was over the moon. Finally, some really good X rated sex, the first of the year (albeit a bit late) and to make it better, it had been one of my best the year before (this is where I snicker quietly to myself in that evil way). We had spent the night before drowning in a bottle of Chardonnay and I was still buzzing from it the next morning and the conversations that had gone down the night before were not exactly some of the things one wants to go over the morning after. No sex the night before (this was sort of becoming a routine…that I don’t much care for) so add morning wood to my list of troubles that beautiful morning.

But still I woke up bright and looking forward to getting some finally and she is not one to disappoint…

Am not sure if we have lost the kink or it’s that none of us is feeling it right now. Maybe it’s that we talk about our lives so much (please don’t get me wrong, am not complaining, the conversations help me understand her situations and mine a lot better and it allows us to be honest with each other) and it kills the mood and we contend with what sorrows we have at the end of some dreary conversations (note to self: (pick one; a. Try and spice it up??? b. If it’s not working walk away!) Or it’s that am not getting called all the nasty names I want to hear to get me there and am blowing things out of proportion as usual. Either way, this was not one of those days that we don’t have the kink. This time, aside from all the name calling and acrobatics that were absent, it was one of those things I have never achieved by myself without the help of porn. It was…

She was lying next to me, her feet near my head and mine near hers. Her legs held together, her finger working up her clit. Not in a frenzy, just moderate easy strokes that were quickening her pulse and the longer I watched the worse my morning wood got. I had this image in my mind of her sitting on the shelf of that wardrobe, her legs around taut thigh muscles screaming with every in stroke and purring with every out. The light was placed above and right behind her, leaving me with no illusions of how good she was feeling. I only noticed my finger was making the same circular motion as hers when I felt my toes begin to curl. I looked up and she was watching me. That just brought on a whole new visual. My sight fuzzed and I closed my eyes to the memory of my legs wrapped around the same taut thighs, my screams echoing back at us, her under that same light, watching, enthralled, enchanted by the sight before her. Her finger working her clit, moans escaping her lips. I had looked up even then and she had been looking directly at me, the eye contact maintained as I continued to beg for more, screams of “…harder…” reaching her ears and her fingers increasing in intensity on her already dripping pussy with every sigh, moan or word that left my mouth. Her pleasure at watching me; my pleasure at watching her watch; and I suspect, her pleasure at being watched as she watched. My legs pressed harder together and the memory unfolded itself, I saw her legs part and her fountain of love juice as it left her body. That sent me over the edge and I came so hard it got to my hair. That’s when I felt it, the heat climbing higher and higher but this time more like lava, not the immediate flush of heat that could pass for a heat wave, but the boiling, like a mountain just beginning to blow after threatening to do so for weeks on end. The ultimate eruption. The tightening of my vagina walls, my nipples hardening to the point of pain, my head going blank and everything around me going dark for a couple of minutes. It wasn’t squirting, just one of those rare and intense orgasms that leaves me too drained to attempt another round or any kind of movement. My eyes adjusted to the light just in time to catch her watching the cum ooze out of my very happy pussy, that must have been enough because she came right there and then.

…Magical! That’s what it was.

Who would have thought watching each other touch ourselves compounded with the memories of past rendezvous would give us such pleasure?!?

Considering she gives me all that and much more, I don’t think it’s a mystery that am still single