Buildup: B was tired/buzzed enough after the New Year’s Eve party last night that she didn’t recollect my attempts to finish her off. I promised during the day that I would reenact the previous night’s play for her. B came to bed in her satin pajamas with the tiny hole between her legs, carrying a delicious drink made with eggnog and butterscotch schnapps. We were both tired from the jet lag and the partying and were under the covers by 10:30. I gave B some pre-foreplay by rubbing her feet with lavender massage oil as we sipped her decadent concoction.
Foreplay: I switched off the lights and B lay on her back with her legs slightly spread. I started by rubbing her inner thighs, up to the smooth areas along edge of her landing strip. I applied teasing soft touches along her pussy through the silky fabric until my fingers found the small hole there. I reached one finger in to touch her outer lips pressed together, then parted them to feel her wetness inside. Another finger joined in, and I pressed two inside her cunt as my thumb brushed against her clit hood from outside her PJ bottoms. B squirmed under my strokes then rolled to the side — my hard-on was pressing against the back of B’s legs and she shifted her hips to try to feel me behind her. I released my prick from my own pajamas through the fly and poked into her pajamas from behind as B strained to get release from my fingers.
Main Event: I flipped B the rest of the way over to her front and worked my cock through the hole in her pants — it was a tight fit. Inspired, I ripped the hole open wider with my fingers and B gasped at the sound of the tearing fabric. With more room to move, I plunged into her from behind — me sticking out through the fly of my pajama bottoms. I reached under the waistband of her pants to stimulate her clit — the position was just like the night before, but with more juices to lubricate B’s clit. She pushed back against me — just like the night before — and I pulled her up to her hands and knees and banged her hard — just like the night before. The only difference was the absence of the slap-slap-slap of our thighs, muffled by the pants we were each still wearing! The explosion of my orgasm wasn’t muffled, though.
Afterplay: After I came, I quickly replaced mmy dick with my hand and hooked her from behind (through the larger opening in her pants) — thumb in and finger on clit. It didn’t take long — she was ready and juicy and her clit was a little marble under my fingers. I
pressed rather than strummed until she came, then strummed tightly as her spasms subsided.
Afterglow: I remarked that this was probably literally the most fun you can have with your clothes on!
After-afterplay: We slept a little, then started playing again. I pulled B’s waistband down to her thighs — the only time all night that either of our pants came off — to find her clit still as hard and round as a marble. (It’s rare that B can take being rubbed twice in the same session.) I touched her with a spread hook — two fingers on her clit and my thumb reaching all the way to her taint, with no penetration, and the second time was also the charm.
After-afterglow: Restless sleep for both.
Rating: ★★★★
