Medicine Man

[I posted this back when it happened before I started to catch up on older sessions -- The Author]

Buildup: The first week of the year (and especially the first week after vacation) is busy for everbody, and we were no exceptions. I had a couple late games this week and B was totally exhausted — the result was three nights off. On Saturday, however, not only were we due, but B wore one of my favorite tops all day — a cotton tie-dye thing that somehow clings to her breasts to make them look even sexier than if they were fully exposed.

We went to bed very early to try to catch up on our sleep (and more?) when B told me she felt a cold/flu coming on. I thought nothing of it until she asked for a backrub with the menthol massage bar because “we won’t be having sex later”.

We won’t?

Compassion won out over arousal — I knew that she was that tired. But damn, she looked good — still wearing the tie-dye and sorta matching striped boyshorts. I ran the bar slowly along B’s spine, waiting for the massage lotion to melt, then ran it over her back. Unlike my usual massage techniques, I was extremely careful to use only one hand (hope against hope — in case I needed the other later) and I also kept anything icy-hot safely to the outside of her panties. B was relaxed and I was turned on — I commented that she was a better person than I was to receive a backrub and not act aroused at all. B told me that she really didn’t feel well, and it was time to go to sleep.

I tried, and only occasionally laid my “good” hand on B’s thigh or the back of her panties. But if she could do it — so could I, and I drifted off to sleep. One time when I touched her, she moved her ankle to cross mine and I thought it was a hint — I had started to rub her ass when she woke and brushed my hand away.

Foreplay: I feel briefly asleep and woke — once more touching B’s thigh. She moved her ankle to cross mine again, only this time it was my ankle opposite hers, and she brought her leg all the way across me to reach it! She followed with her hips until she was laying on me at a slight diagonal — her head on her pillow but the rest of her in striking distance. I don’t know what she was dreaming or what had changed to make her feel better, but I was quick to take advantage. I pressed my “dry” hand on the front of her panties from beneath, and massaged her legs and ass with the hand from the massage bar. A quick probe found that she was wet — very wet.

Main Event: I pulled her panties to the side and eased my shaft out of the leg of my boxer shorts, rubbing my head against her lips to part them and lubricate me. B moved slightly to take me in — when we found the alignment, I pushed her hips down until I sank completely inside her. B’s head was still on her pillow next to mine, and we moved slowly at this new angle. Soon B switched to a fast pace and rocked quickly back and forth on my shaft. I grabbed the fabric of B’s panties in my hand and pulled it taut against her mound. I was a little softer than I wished (some combination of the massage bar and fear to touch her in the wrong place with the wrong hand, minimal foreplay, and the distraction of thrusting through two sets of underwear) but it didn’t stop me from coming hard as B rode me quickly and steadily.

Afterplay: B rose up off of me and lay to my side slightly — her right leg across the body pillow giving me some access beneath her. With my good hand, I went straight to her clit, using my other hand to pull on the fabric of her panties to add pressure on her hood. I risked the tip of my other pinkie to touch her lips and taint — occasionally plunging it in. Interestingly, the less I filled her (fortunately my pinky is quite a bit narrower than my dick) the more she had to squeeze to feel it, which moved her along quickly. She scooted further up the bed and I repositioned my finger on her clit while retreating the pinky to the edge of her lips. One more scoot and I pressed two fingers hard on her clit and sank my pinky inside to feel the contractions of her orgasm — she could not have slapped my hands away any faster when she was finished!

Afterglow: This time we both went to sleep and meant it.

Rating: ★★★

Dirt-y Mind

Buildup: We decided to see if Courtney Cox’s new show Dirt to see if it was as “edgy” as previews claimed. Don’t know about edgy, but there was a fair amount of rear-entry sex and hair-pulling — however, we’d had a fair amount of rear-entry sex ourselves over the past few nights. B poured her sexy holiday drink, and I pondered a new position.

Foreplay: B lay next to me on the bed with her hand on my chest, while I rubbed the side of her breast through her nightshirt. She shifted her head down to lick the nipple closest to her, then proceeded kissing down my belly — I cupped her ass cheek with my hand as her head approached my fly. She gave me a quick blowjob through my fly, using her fingers in a tight ring around the base like the last time (it had been a while!) Surprisingly, when she came back up from sucking me, she did not give me the traditional sloppy post-BJ kiss.

Main Event: B hiked up her nightshirt and lowered herself on my shaft. I lifted my hips up against B as she pushed down hard on me. I reached up and grabbed her breasts in both hands while she continued to press down. I got the hint — I moved my hands to her waist and slammed her straight down on my rod instead of the back-and-forth ride we usually share from that position, and kept slamming her down until I came.

Afterplay: B fell to my side but kept me inside her until I softened and slipped out. I cupped her ass with my hand until we both fell asleep. I woke a little bit later (with my hand still on her ass) and started to rub her until I felt goosebumps. My fingers drifted to teasing touches of her pussy, spreading our juices along her outer lips. When I started to stroke B’s taint, she clenched her legs before losing interest again.

I tried the “hook” maneuver but without touching B’s clit, then thrust two fingers inside her — that regained her interest. I added a third finger and plunged them in deep, and I could feel her squeeze her inner muscles against my invading hand. I added my thumb on her taint and my pinky on her wet clit — as I strummed my pinky across her clit, B clenched harder on my hand inside her. Finally I went for the big finish — pinky strumming regularly across her clit, 3 fingers pumping in and out of her pussy, and my thumb pressing into her pink rosebud. B came hard — all of her muscles throbbing — until she couldn’t stand the stimulation and pushed me away.

Afterglow: “I’m done — go away now.”

“Why do you keep touching me? I’m done!”

Rating: ★★★★

Second Night

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: ★★★★

Ring In The New

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: ★★★★★

Last Night in Paradise

Buildup: Our last night of vacation — once again, we over-indulged in food and drink at dinner. I was determined to have one last tropical romp, and when B came to bed in only panties, I was sure she felt the same way.

Foreplay: B fell back on the bed — her arms and legs spread in a sleepy, drunken, inviting way. I leaned in to lick each of her nipples in turn and she let out an audible moan. Encouraged, I started to rub her pussy lips through the lace of her panties, but she surprised me by asking:

“What are you doing?”

Main Event: I pulled her panties down her legs and off her ankles. I positioned myself between her spread thighs and as I entered her in a swift stroke, I answered:

“Making love to you.”

I guess the sounds she made as I tongued her nipples into stiff points were an indication that she had some idea what I was up to. The way she pulled her knees up and let me drive into her with drunken abandon tipped me off, too — and when she used her powerful Kegels to squeeze my rod inside her, she got me off as well.

Afterplay: Having learned my lesson the other night, I tried my hardest to make sure I could return the favor and make B come. I tried every combination of fingers and positions that I could, but while each new touch got an appreciative squirm, nothing led to the kind of rhythm that would finish her off.

I went to fetch something outside the room, and when I returned I decided that the final night deserved one more try. I slid two fingers into B’s still-slippery slit and spread them side by side, earning a welcome grunt from B in her sleep. Keeping her filled, I stroked her clit in a constant light motion — she was awake now. I hooked her with three fingers — my thumb between her labia as I rubbed her button with two fingers. With my left hand I spread her ass and let my other thumb rub her juices over her taint before plunging deep inside her. B was gasping and squirming now as I stroked her clit from side to side with two fingers. When I felt her about to come, I strummed her clit in double time and brought her to a double-strength orgasm.

Afterglow: We had nothing left — we fell asleep hard, our sweat-slick bodies cooling in the noisy hotel air conditioning.

Rating: ★★★

Dessert

[That was quite an appetizer, no? Over two months between entries! Hope you find this nourishing---]

Buildup: On the way to dinner, B and I discussed the legs-over-the-shoulder position we had just tried — I thought that the angle of penetration might have been better for her (it put some interesting pressure on me) but she confessed that she needs the contact as well as the penetration for it to be good for her. “Or is that too much information?” B asked.

I surreptitiously pulled her hand to the swelling in my pants. “No, that’s the perfect amount of information!”

There was powerful sexual tension during dinner — our dining companions knew exactly what we had been up to, and very shortly worked out that B had been left hanging. After dinner, we stopped at a poolside bar with swings(!) instead of bar stools. At one point in the evening, B was straddling me on the swing — a fun scenario, but maybe not so much with everyone else at the bar (we obviously weren’t so shy as to avoid getting our picture taken.)B was over the two-drink limit, but I could tell it wasn’t going to be a problem — especially when she pulled up her top to flash me as we walked back to our room.

Foreplay: Back in the room B changed from her tank top to a thin camisole, still wearing pink lace boyshorts, and lay back on the bed. I knelt between her legs and pulled her panties to the side so that I could lick her glistening pussy — she let out a moan. I lingered there with my tongue as she sighed, then I crawled up to give the same attention to her nipples. I grabbed the bottle of massage oil at the side of the bed and began to spread it over her chest, feeling her rock-hard nipples in contrast to her pillow-soft breasts. I straddled her waist and shifted my hips forward to bring my throbbing shaft between her cleavage — squeezing her boobs together and pinching her nips as I rode back and forth. I didn’t want to come on her neck (and leave her hanging again) so I frantically pulled off her panties.

Main Event: B threw her legs in the air around me as I started into a hard grinding missionary position — I was determined to give her contact and penetration! Her breath came in gasps as I pounded her into the bed, and I asked whether this was working for her. She shook her head and I asked, “What do you need?”

“Get behind me,” she growled.

I flipped her over and she got on hands and knees as I slid back between her folds and started fucking her doggy-style. After slamming into her for several strokes, I slowed my pace — keeping my hard shaft inside of her — and reached around to stroke her clit. B pushed back urgently against me, trying to take me deeper inside. I took the hint and resumed pounding, finishing yet again before she had come.

Afterplay: B rolled to her side and fell asleep, ignoring my initial probes with my fingers. Soon she awoke again and started clenching as I brushed against her clit. I used the thumb-in, fingers-strumming right hand hook, and all of the previous activity of the evening had her ready and working for her O. When I brought my left hand down her ass crack to tease her from behind, she exploded — throbbing and clenching on my fingers.

Afterglow: Sweaty and sated.

Rating: ★★★★★

‘Tis the Season

Buildup: I was sore from packing for our upcoming vacation — B offered to give me a backrub using a new massage bar that was an early Christmas present.

Foreplay: B ran the massage bar — like a bar of soap — across my shoulders, then down my spine. The warmth of the skin melted the shea butter, leaving a slippery trail that B used to lubricate her squeezes — I was rock hard in anticipation. But when the spicy scent reached my nostrils, I softened — there was some kind of tingly oil in the bar that should not go anywhere near where I had been hoping B’s hands would go next! B agreed to keep her hands only on safe places — she used one hand underneath me to play with my chest, then finished the massage by rubbing my ass aggressively and asking:

“Should I keep doing this while you’re on top?”

Main Event: B lay back against the pillows as I propped myself up above her. With the slick massage bar and her slippery hands, she pulled me inside with her hands on my ass, then ran them up and down my back and chest as I thrust. I never quite made it back to full hardness, but sensation of B’s hands all over my body gave me the encouragement I needed to finish.

Afterplay: My hands were dry and I offered to reciprocate, but B said that given the time of year, it was better to give than receive.

Afterglow: Exhausted sleep.

Rating: ★★

The Memory of Persistence

Buildup: It’s hard to stay horny during the end of year rush, so B and I didn’t have time to send any sexy chats and I never got any real feedback on the morning’s quickie. In fact, the only turn-on during the day was an online banner ad pointing to www.shaveeverywhere.com that I found amusing (having an “optical inch” myself.) By bedtime, B was complaining of a headache and was tired. She wore a sexy thin cotton camisole top, but bulky flannel sweatpants — a mixed message like the previous night.

Foreplay: B lay on her side away from me. I curled in next to her and placed my hand on the side of her breast, rubbing in very slow circles. Those circles got bigger and bigger until my fingers reached her nipple with no objection from B. Emboldened, I reached down to stroke her ass cheeks through the (ugh) flannel, then brought my hand up under her shirt and spread it so that I could touch her nipples simultaneously with my thumb and pinky. B’s breathing quickened slightly, and both of her nipples stiffened nicely. I reached back down to her ass, lowering her waistband enough to slip two fingers into her wet pussy. I ducked under the covers to remove her sweats and stayed to lick her belly near her hips. B had been enjoying my caresses silently to that point, but she said “oh, no you don’t” and pulled my shoulders to bring me on top of her — I stopped to lick her breasts on the way.

Main Event: B spread her legs wide as I mounted her, then brought her knees up high under my arms, digging her heels into my ass as I pumped. Nothing fancy — just straight missionary pounding, prolonged by my added stamina after the morning’s activities. I had to shift angles a little bit when my calves started cramping. The new angle brought me closer — it also did a trick for B and she coaxed me to my climax with insanely tight (almost painful) squeezes of her inner muscles.

Afterplay: B told me that she liked that, as I lay panting at her side. I reached across her chest with my left hand caressing her tit as my right hand tried to coax her clit to come out and play. B said, “I’m going to sleep” and I decided that I was tired enough not to mind.

Foreplay, part II: I drowsily felt a hand on my leg a little over an hour later — it was B’s turn to massage my thighs. I was still asleep, but dreaming of B’s hands stroking my balls until I was fully hard. I grabbed at B’s tits in my stupor before waking to realize it was no dream — B’s hands were all over me!

Encore: Awake and aware, I pulled B on top and she lowered herself on my hard shaft. She moved straight to the X position — I held her slightly sideways, with one hand on the front of her right hip and other reaching behind to play with her ass until she told me it was too much stimulation. B was working hard to find her orgasm, but we felt it slipping away. I flipped her over, and drove into her again and again from on top — feeling my own climax come close and then slip away as my legs cramped again (three times in a day isn’t so easy at this age!)

After-afterplay: B got up to pee (maybe that’s why she couldn’t come!) and quickly returned, lying on her back. My fingers went to work, circling and spreading her lips once again while teasing her clit hood. While I felt her button against my thumb, B spread her legs to give me better access. It took a while to find the right rhythm and combination of stimulation, but I was finally able to bring B to a strong climax (but surprisingly without the usual pulsation around my fingers — only one hard clench as she came.)

Afterglow: B confessed in the morning that she wasn’t able to fall asleep without coming, and thanked me for my persistence. We talked about the complete role reversal — this time she was the one to arouse me out of a deep sleep, and I was the one to respond, enjoy the act, try to come myself, but still not quite “get on the board” to ride my wave.

Rating: ★★★★

Old School

Buildup: Intrusive visitors were gone — both our house guests and B’s period — and we had scheduled a romantic night of holiday shopping and dinner. B’s outfit was not particularly noteworthy, until she lifted up her sweater to show the bodysuit she was wearing underneath — one that dated from a vaction overseas during the early years of our marriage. That piqued my interest — as did the make-out sessions we engaged in at every parking lot during our shopping excursion. B also raised the ante when she told me that the vibrations of my car (which needs an alignment) were being transmitted directly to the snaps at the crotch of her bodysuit, which were being transmitted directly to, well, you know. We had some interesting and honest conversations at dinner about marriage, fantasies, lovers, etc. — going back to the days when we bought that bodysuit and even back to our respective colleges. B stayed within the two-drink max, but her drinks were strong, and she was asleep in the car as we drove home.

Foreplay: B kept the bodysuit on when she came to bed — I chose my birthday suit instead. Hers isn’t overtly sexy by itself, but has a great effect combined with her body — high cut leg openings showing her sleek thighs, soft cotton clinging to her curves, and a lace up V at the front that shows a glimpse of cleavage when tied and offers easy access to her breasts once untied. Before we started, she asked me to massage her legs (she’s been running this week.) I grabbed a bottle of sesame body oil and started with her thighs (including her inner thighs) then moved to her calves (with side trips back to the inner thighs) then finally her feet and ankles (with me holding her legs splayed across me so that she could feel my naked erection and shaved-this-morning balls against her leg.)

B was a little too tipsy to let me play much (said it “tickled”) but she didn’t mind when I untied the lace of her bodysuit and cupped her tit in my palm, holding it against her chest. While I coaxed her nipples to attention, B’s hands were occupied with stroking my cock and balls. I reached down to unsnap the body suit, and B lay back and put her fingers on my hips to motion me on top of her.

Main Event: I held B’s fine ass in my right hand and slid directly in. Many factors at work — several days off working in favor of arousal but against stamina, her look in the body suit definitely helping my hard-on, the somewhat indifferent foreplay hurting it (really good foreplay actually locks me into a zone that makes me last longer than none at all!) and my own two (or three) drink maximum having a positive effect on stamina and a negative effect on arousal.

(Of course, I wasn’t doing these calculations at the time — I was more focused on capturing B’s dark nipple between my lips when I bent down while fucking her.)

The net equation was to last a little longer than I expected, but to become a little softer than I hoped. I shifted position once — backing up to sit on my heels — then decided to go for it and fell forward again, pumping rapidly. I could feel B contracting her Kegels to bring me off and leaned in to growl in her ear, “You are so good, you are so good, you are so — aaahh!”

Afterplay: I dipped my fingers into B’s honeypot, but she wanted to sleep. Even the two-drink max may be too much for her to concentrate on receiving pleasure.

Afterglow: A much more restful sleep that the past nights. Even when there is no sex, we seem to sleep better on nights where we at least make an attempt.

Rating: ★★★

Olive You, Two

[With this post, I am caught up to real time sex -- depending whether or not I score tonight -- for the first time in literally months!]

Buildup: B didn’t have a meeting on the calendar, but her friend invited her to a get-together with martinis afterward. Before I could complain, B pointed out, “You like it when I have olives” — hard to argue with that! Having just written about our last time and realizing B had been on top a lot lately, I made a promise to myself to drive the action. When B got home, she changed into a purple cotton nightie — not explicitly sexy, but there was something very fetching about the way she stood in the doorway and her silhouette with the bathroom light behind her.

Foreplay: We started by kissing, and I tried to set the tone by reaching for B’s tits. She pushed my hand away — it’s getting near her period and her nipples get too sensitive. Instead, B moved to me and pulled up my shirt so she could run her hands over my chest and my own sensitive — but not too sensitive — nipples. (OK, I thought, but I’m still gonna be on top!) As she licked my nipples, B’s hand wandered down to my shorts and she began to squeeze my shaft. I was still a little soft — maybe from having been shut down from feeling her up before? But when B moved her hands around my waist and came up from beneath my legs, cupping my balls along the way, I was as I hard as expected. B pulled my erection through my fly and played with it with her hands, then impatiently pulled my boxers down. As I kicked the shorts off of my ankles and spread my legs, B leaned over and began sucking just the head of my dick. I reached behind her and moved my arm so that I could massage her ass while she blew me — when I slid three fingers along her crack, she bobbed her head up and down my full length. With spit as lube, she took her thumb and forefinger in a tight ring and started stroking in the same rhythm as her lips moved up and down my cock. (I had told her last week during a discussion of how her jaw got tired that it’s not cheating to use your hands — she took the hint!) When she needed a rest or to catch her breath, she kept a steady stroking pattern with her fingers — I was concentrating hard to keep from exploding. I distracted myself by playing more intently with B’s ass cheeks, but that distracted her and she broke off the blowjob with a very wet, very sloppy kiss.

But she didn’t stop stroking me.

Our tongues thrashed, while she continued moving her tight hand up and down my shaft (now a full fist instead of the tight ring.) I began to panic — I was going to come in a matter of seconds if she didn’t stop, but there was a tight, wet, pussy right there still waiting to be ravaged!

Main Event: Fortunately, B stopped her handjob just in time and lay back on her side of the bed. I was still close to the edge, so I wanted to start slowly. I knelt in front of B and spread her legs wide, massaging her vulva with my hand before pointing my prick inside her. I moved in and out slowly, still using the palm of my hand on her inner thighs and over her mound — probing her clit with my thumb as I thrust. B’s boobs were bouncing invitingly each time I pushed into her, so I took both hands and grabbed on to them instead. B fetchingly grabbed the pillow behind her head. I was impressed with how long I was able to last (given how close I was to finishing before I started) but B had the look on her face that told me she wanted to be taken. I stretched my legs out behind me and sank in between B’s legs — which she lifted and wrapped around my waist. After a few strokes there, I leaned forward, putting all of my weight into my thrusts and pressing B against the mattress. She squeezed me delightfully and I came, HARD. I stayed in, grinding against her pubic bone, as my cock twitched with the remainder of my come.

Afterplay: I slipped out, slipping my thumb in, but B grunted and indicated she wasn’t interested (it seems to be true many times after a martini meeting — wonder why.) I was exhausted, too, and didn’t mind falling asleep.

Encore: I woke less than half an hour later and rolled from my side (facing away from B) to my back — so that we lay thigh-to-thigh. Although she pushed my hand away earlier, this time B rested her hand on my thigh — sproing! — and didn’t complain when I put my hand on her thigh. I quickly started smearing her juices around her pussy, across her clit hood and her very swollen outer labia, bringing sighs. I penetrated her with two fingers and she spread her legs wantonly. As I shifted to my side to get a better angle to finger her, she was shifting her hips to get closer to mine — I was fully hard again. Finally we aligned ourselves so that I entered her from the side, underneath her, as her leg crossed over my waist. She let out a sexy “Ohhhh” as I filled her from this new angle. As I fucked her from under her legs, I reached over her thigh and rubbed her clit with my right hand. Her soft moans let me know she was enjoying it, but I could sense she wasn’t “climbing on the board” to ride the wave.

B moved to her side away from me and I followed, taking her by the waist and continuing to turn her until she was on her knees. I took her doggy-style in a half-straddle, then spread my legs to straddle her hips. Like the last time in this position, I bottomed out a couple times before finding the right angle and depth. I shifted hands, trying to find the best angle to reach beneath B and fondle her clit while I filled her from behind. I thought I had found it — I held my dick still inside her walls, and bounced my fingertip in a steady beat against her swollen clit. B clenched tightly in a matching rhythm, trying to get off, but her angle and the effects of my second effort meant that I was softening, and the tighter she clamped down, the closer I came to slipping out. I had to get hard for her again even if it meant losing the rhythm, and I banged into her ass quickly. Her climax was fading from view after multiple attempts to find it, so I pulled up, pulled my legs between hers, grabbed her ass in two fists, and pounded into her, my thighs slapping against hers and my balls swinging into her. For an encore, my orgasm was awfully powerful.

After-Afterplay: I still wan’t ready to give up, trying various hook permutations — but although B’s sighs indicated pleasure, she wasn’t able to finish and finally told me it was OK to give up.

Afterglow: Exhausted sleep yet again.

Rating: ★★★★ (would have been an easy ★★★★★ if I could’ve made B come!)