Buildup: The New Year’s Eve party was a hit, and although I felt vaguely anti-social, B was in rare form — particularly with respect to public displays of affection. She was kissing me, squeezing my ass, straddling me in my chair and dancing sexily with her girlfriends, shaking her hips in time with the tunes.
Foreplay: Two-drink limit be damned — I was ready to play when we finally made it home around 2 am. B changed from her party dress to her sexy hippy chick tank top and tie-dye panties. I crawled into bed naked to join her and immediately started pawing at her torso and legs. Ducking under the covers, I started to kiss, lick and bite the exposed flesh of her ass cheeks and the backs of her thighs. I reached under her panties to play with her buns, then with my left hand reached beneath her to grab her vulva through the cotton of her panties. I pulled off her panties and stretched back up again — straining to press my erection into her back — and felt up her tits underneath the flimsy cotton shirt. B started flailing with her ankle to try to catch mine and pull me on top of her. Instead, I used my hand to press my thumb into her sopping pussy and my fingers to tease her firm clit. My attention brought lots of gasps and deep sighs, but it wasn’t time yet.
Main Event: B had already scooted partway up on her knees to let my fingers in, and now she pulled all the way up to invite me to take her from behind. I obliged with a half-straddle — one leg between hers and the other to the outside — and B moaned “Oh God” as I slid inside her. I kept a finger working hard on her clit while I moved slowly in and out, then switched position to a full straddle so B could squeeze her thighs tightly against my thrusts. B moved her hand on top of mine playing with her clit — turned on, I asked her to “show me how” to touch her. Once she pressed my hand hard into her soft folds, I slipped my hand out to let her touch herself, and instead reached forward to cup her tits in my palms. B got up to her elbows to let me feel her up and pinch her nipples. I stopped pumping and held still inside her, but B pushed back urgently with her hips, showing me her rhythm. I matched her in time, stroking deeply, then stopped again at full depth and returned my fingers to her clit. B sighed, then whimpered — wanting to be reamed. I reared back and started pounding full force into her pussy from behind — grabbing her thighs and slamming them back into mine to compound the depth and hearing a satisfying slap-slap-slap as I came closer and closer to exploding. B felt me swell and squeezed down on my shaft with her strong inner muscles (even more impressive from her position high on her hands and knees!) I came as hard as any other time in 2007. 
Afterplay: B had had a mini-orgasm while we fucked, but I wanted her to feel the full thing and I tried every hook combination of fingers, thumbs and orifices. Two fingers wide seemed to get her interested and she started clenching down on my penetration, but just as she got closer and holding to ride the wave, the hour and the alcohol overcame her and instead she fell asleep. I tried to re-arouse her — even crawling under the covers to lick her taint from behind — but nothing got a reaction. She was done for the night, and I gave up as she started to snore.
Afterglow: Drunken, tired sleep. Happy New Year!
Rating: ★★★★★
