6 months before.
It’s Sunday morning, pretty much the same lazy Sunday morning as every other Sunday morning during lockdown.
We wake up loosely entwined, legs or arms wrapped around each other or her lying on my chest It’s too hot to be fully wrapped around each other..
Who does that in real life anyway?
Is it something you only see on tv or the movies?
Sometimes she’s awake first, but it’s mostly me. I don’t tend to need the sleep or enjoy a long lie in bed the way she does.
Sometimes she’s asleep first, but it’s mostly me, a few beers, a heavy meal, maybe some cocktails, lots of laughter, maybe sex downstairs and a snuggle in front of the tv as we binge on our current favourite box set.
The Saturday night before we’d been having a lockdown karaoke dance party, My keyboard playing disco classics through the amps and blasting the neighbours. Or it would be If they were close enough to hear.
You know the kinda stuff, disco anthems and dancing round the floor while swapping the mike between us.
I’m every woman
PYT
I Will Survive
Hot Stuff
Play That Funky Music
And that’s before we start on the Abba and Country Classics.
The latter isn’t really my taste, but she likes them so I’m happy to join in and singalong.
Fuck who am I kidding .. I love that Working 9 to 5, Need You Now etc stuff.
But I digress, the point being all was good in the world, or so it seemed.
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Back to Sunday and I wake up on my left shoulder facing away from her. She’s already awake and propped up on her pillows looking at her phone.
She looks at me as I roll over to face her, puts her phone down and comes in for a cuddle, lying on her left hand side, snuggling against my chest, her ample breasts pressed together showing that deep cleavage I love to get my head inbetween and be smothered with.
We chat about the night before, kiss, my erection is slowly growing, wanting some attention. But my mouth is dry and I’m wondering who will blink first and go make a cup of tea.
It’s usually me!
I’m an addict, I can’t help it, but at least I’ve ditched the sugar. Besides if you’d had the night we’d had then I’m sure you’d want some refreshment too. My tongue is slightly sticky and it’s not really good for kissing at the moment.
But my hard-on doesn’t care about my mouth and continues growing, a slight throb starting on the shaft as its now demanding attention.
“Hold my cock” I utter before I’ve even had the time to think about it.
She looks at me, reaches her hand to my shaft and wraps her fingers around it’s length, starting to slowly stroke me up and down an inch or two and more as my boy rises to the occasion.
We kiss passionately, hungrily, her lips soft and wet against mine, tongues searching and I turn to face her, my right hand pulling her face towards mine my left slipping down the front of her silky chemise lifting the material and pulling it up so that her panties are visible and lifting my head a little to see which ones she’s wearing.
“Nice” .. a totally inadequate word when describing a good looking woman and her underwear, particularly when she’s lying semi-naked beside you waiting for your next move.
I place the flat of my hand on her mound of Venus, instantly feeling the heat and the slightest rise of her pelvis towards it. She’s already feeling horny.
We kiss, her head raised towards mine, as I feel the outline of her vagina and begin to gently finger her through the soft cotton material, her breathing changing .as the intensity increases with the moistness of her panties.
I pull them aside, gently sliding a finger into the folds of her groove searching for her clit then gently sliding my fingers left and right feeling that small ridge increase in size as she starts to wriggle below, telling me she wants to feel me inside her.
But I don’t.
That would be too quick, too easy.
I slide my finger south, feeling her pussy wet and opening to almost pull my finger inside. She gasps as I push one finger inside to the second knuckle and I make those “come hither” motions, which always ramps up the intesity and makes her cum quicker.
She’s now fucking my finger, pushing her pelvis up towards my hand, as I massage her G-Spot with my pointy finger, then letting its neighbour join in, fucking her harder, my thumb softly pressing agaisnt her clit as i fuck her firmly with my hand.
She’s getting closer.
She stroking my cock, its rock solid in her hand and I push it away as I don’t want to orgasm too soon when I do fuck her.
“Fuck me” she says, pulling me towards her.
Well what else can a boy do?
I roll over, climbing over her left leg, pushing her right wide, supporting my weight on my left arm as I pull her panties aside and slowly slide my cock inside her very warm wet silky pussy.
She gasps, her hands grasping my waist as she pulls me deeper inside her and I fuck her firmly but slowly, not too fast or too hard for now.
Her breathing intensifies as she starts to wriggle below me as I begin to fuck her in long hard thrusts.
“Fuck me” she says with her hands on my hips, pulling me inches towards her, then pushing me away.
“Fuck me” she says as I fuck her harder, our orgasms getting closer.
I can feel the tension building inside me, the cum starting to rise in my balls, as I fuck her harder and harder, my back arching above her.
She’s reaching orgasm, her pneumatic pussy pulling me into her as she thrust her hips up towards me.
She is breathing hard and her chest and cheeks flush red as the corpuscles expand with increased blood flow.
“Fuck me” she says.
“Fuck me!” She commands.
“Choke me!” and she pulls my left hand onto her neck as I fuck her to orgasm, my back arching as I shoot my spunk insider her and my eyes close as I lose myself above her.
I’m gone, lost above her, floating in that little moment of nowhere and nothingness for what seems like an eternity.
After what seems like an age, my eyes open, looking down at her, her blue eyes lit up as I’ve seen them before many times but that doesn’t happen all the time.
I bend to kiss her and she puts her arms around my neck pulling me down on top of her as she often does.
But some little voice in my head is asking “Choke me???”
Where did that come from? That’s new, different.
The thought lingers in my head for a few moments but then she stops kissing me, holds my head in hands, holding my eyes and says “I love you”.
“I love you too”, I reply and mean it and feel it with all my heart, we kiss again, like lovers do, then I ask her if she’s making the tea.
But that was 6 months ago.
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