Ring Out The Old

Buildup: In years past, B and I didn’t bother going out to parties for New Year’s Eve, and I took special pleasure in going to bed around 11:30 and making sure that we were making love as the clock struck twelve (giving new meaning to the phrase “stroke of midnight”!) These days, we’re more social and had party plans. B was getting herself ready for dinner, and I watched her as she showered and shaved her underarms and legs. When she spread shaving gel at the edge of her pubic hair, I paid closer attention.

“If I squint, it looks like you’re touching yourself!” I commented.

“Why is that a turn-on?” B asked, and we talked through the shower door of what a powerful visual the look of a woman in the throes of her pleasure is to my libido.

Foreplay: I decided it was time for my shower, too. I stripped off my sweatshirt and jeans and joined B in the shower, asking her to soap my back. Between the conversation and the contact, I was instantly hard, and I turned toward B and held her close with my erect rod between our wet skin. “Mmmm,” she said, “Can you save that for later?”

His Turn: “Can you do both?” I asked — a stiff dick has no conscience! B squirted bath gel into her palms and worked up a lather that she used to lubricate her two-fisted grip on my shaft. I continuned to hold her close, kissing her mouth and reaching with one free hand to circle her nub as she rubbed me. The quicker she stroked, the more urgently my tongue thrashed with hers, until I leaned forward and buried my face in her neck. I moved my fingers from her slit and with both hands squeezed B’s ass — she spread her legs to give me access and I reached behind her to fondle her pussy. Just as she brought me to the point of no return, my standing-in-the-shower headache hit and I had to stop before I could return her favor — why does that happen so often? (The headache, not the lack of returning the favor, I hope.)

Opportunity Knocks

Buildup: As I feared the previous night, we didn’t make love, so the diary was current for one whole day! The only concern was B’s oncoming period and our incoming house guests, but before either arrived there was just enough time to ask B for a shared shower on our way to a holiday brunch — an invitation that she accepted.

Foreplay: I got clean and washed my hair first — by the time I washed my face I was not sure if B was still going to join me. I was about to call out, “Can you wash my back?” which is code in our house for, “Do you want to give me a handjob/blowjob/hot animal sex with steam rising around our slippery bodies and the sounds of our passion echoing against the tile walls?” but at that moment B stepped into the shower. She grabbed a bar of oatmeal soap and cleaned my shoulders, lower back and legs — and I wondered if she remembered the translation. When I turned around, however, she reached behind her back and squirted a handful of bath gel into her palm — when she brought her hands in front, they immediately went to sudsing up my cock and balls. She said that she could tell by the intensity of her cramps that her period would come today, so now was the opportunity for me to come. I thanked her and kissed her deeply, running my hands around her breasts and pinching her nipples while she massaged my dick against her belly. I pulled her closer — grabbing her ass — and decided I wanted to be in her.

Main Event: I sat back on the shower bench with my dick proudly pointing up and B straddled the bench and lowered herself onto it. Because of the angles involved, it’s hard to go deep — but when B leaned forward to hold on to the bench, too, and put her weight against it, we had a good ride. The other problem with the angles is that it’s a strenuous thigh workout for B, and finally she got too sore to continue. I asked her to try standing, and we worked our way through three permutations of a standing position with B’s legs on different supports. None worked and I got a little soft. B turned away from me and I stuffed myself back in from behind — not bent all the way over against the bench (which would have done the trick, I think) but leaning against the wall (hot in its own way.) It was good enough to get me hard again, but B complained she couldn’t feel the muscles to squeeze on me inside her, and we stopped again.

Here I was — all pumped up and no place to go — but probably 7/8ths of the way to an orgasm. I was debating where to finish (whether was not an option — even if by my own hand!) when we decided on the bathroom floor. We arranged the bath mats, B spread her legs high in the air, and I slid back in — fully aroused again. So much so, that I came probably 10 strokes later, yelling “Oh shit!” B thought I was complaining about finishing too soon — which she thought was the point — but I was really amazed that such a haphazard, opportunistic quickie could feel so intense.

Afterplay: None.

Afterglow: B knows her body well — her period started as she took a post-coital pee.

Rating: ★★

Old Faithful

Buildup: The reason I had been able to catch up on last month’s sex life was that I had been sent to a week-long seminar out of town. Of course, writing about the sex I was no longer having is a recipe for blue balls, and an undercurrent of unfulfilled horniness ran throughout my business sessions during the day, and my dreams at night. To make matters worse, B and I never seemed to be able to sync up our schedules to talk on the phone, and when we could, never had a decent mobile phone signal. To make matters more intense, I decided that I wasn’t going to come unless and until B was directly involved (as opposed to merely being the object of a solo masturbatory fantasy.) On my last night of the trip, I had visions of doing some kind of joint cam show. I set up my laptop and webcam at the edge of the tub in the hotel bathroom and waited, absent-mindedly stroking myself.

And waited.

And waited.

His Turn: While I waited for B to log on, my mind (and hands) kept drifting back to our last time together in our tub — in particular, the “continuous handjob” that B gave me during foreplay. I poured some of the hotel’s shower gel onto my hands for lubrication, and tried the same trick — bringing my hand on a downstroke from tip to base, then following with the other hand in the same motion. Without B’s words of encouragement, though, I was having a hard time staying hard. (A soft time?)

And when B finally logged on, a) she was fully clothed at our home computer, and b) the connection kept dropping. Undaunted, I told her to turn the camera off on her side to conserve bandwidth, and I offered to forge onward. I started describing for her the scene I was playing in my mind. I kept listening for her to pick up the theme and talk me through it, but her head was not in the same place and she wasn’t as ready to go as I was ready to finish.

They say a stiff prick has no conscience, and I guess that’s true even for self-control. If B wasn’t going to do the coaxing, she could still be involved as a voyeur. Instead of thinking about B at the other end of the line, I closed my eyes and remembered B at the other end of the tub. Suddenly, my dick swelled and I realized I was moments from coming. Down, down, down, down, my soapy hands came over my engorged cock, and then — a geyser.

The first spurt was hot and clear, and shot nearly four feet into the air. The next spurt of white spunk also fired a foot or two into the air, followed by three or four more spurts exploding and receding over my hands and into the bath water. B couldn’t help but laugh out loud. I just kept saying, “Oh, wow” — even as horny as I had been, I had no idea how much pressure had built up.

Now B wants to nickname me Old Faithful.

Slap Happy

Buildup: A nice convergence of events this morning — still reveling in the glow of the night before, I decided to go into the office late and catch up on Sex Diary entries from the previous month (Return of the Latin Lover through Reacharound.) B came home from her morning errands just as I was undressing to take a shower. She asked:

“Do you want a partner?”

Foreplay: B likes the water hot, and I like the way it flushes her skin. I pulled up the shower stool and soaped B up as she shampooed, making sure that her breasts were extra clean, as well as her inner thighs and buttcheeks. When it was my turn to wash my hair, B took her place on the stool and went down on me as I rinsed. She was at a very effective height and I stopped to admire the look on her face as my thick cock filled her mouth — very nice.

Main Event: B wanted to continue in bed, but I was still inspired by our wet sex two nights earlier. I asked her to give it a try in the shower. Instead of our usual positions (B on top of me on the stool, or me behind her) we experimented with different heights so we could fuck standing up, facing each other. B put one foot on the ledge around the bottom of the shower, and the other up onto the stool. I was easily able to penetrate her at that angle — until she got on her tiptoes! We settled into a height and a rhythm that worked. She was slightly turned away from me — almost sideways — and I held her waist with my hands. I watched her head fall back and her eyes close as I stroked in and out of her. This was a combination of our two most recent screws — the water and the slap, slap, slap sound. Hearing our bodies slap together with the echo of the tile was distracting (though B told me afterward that the pounding that caused the sound was her favorite part.) I thought that I was going to lose my erection as I focused on the sounds, but then B started to squeeze her Kegel muscles on my cock and brought it back to life. I knew then that I would finish inside her, and that’s exactly what I did. Better still — no blinding headache!

Afterplay: None.

Afterglow: B changed into my favorite old pair of hot pink hot pants and a purple lace bra. She lay on the bed w/legs spread and I kissed her through the panties. All day long she talked about thinking about sex (since she hadn’t come — standing positions are not as good for her, plus she couldn’t feel if squeezes were working.)

Rating: ★★★

Splish Splash

Buildup: I had a splitting headache from the client meetings — when I came home, B told me that it was OK, I could be off the hook from servicing her tonight. I tried to catch up on emails that I missed during the day when I heard water running from our bathtub. I came upstairs to find B getting ready to soak — she said:

“You can join me if you want.”

Maybe my head didn’t hurt that bad after all.

I sat at the edge of the tub and watched her shave her legs — a cross between an intimate and domestic sensation. After holding her ankle to help her reach the back of her calves, I slipped into the deep water with my ankles around her hips. As I sat back and relaxed in the hot water, B reached forward and massaged the V of my thighs, and my cock sprang to attention.

Foreplay: B added soap to her hands to lubricate her touch on my thighs. Occasionally, she would “accidentally” touch my hard shaft before returning to my inner thighs. I sank nearly to my neck in the steaming water and closed my eyes as her accidental touches turned to a conscious stroking of my dick. She used an awesome technique of continuously pumping me — coming down with a firm grip of one hand then lowering the other hand on my head before she let go of the base. In between these strokes she reached down to trace the line between my balls and ass and teased my anus under the water.

Main Event: I was about to blow, so I pulled her legs apart and pulled her towards me. As she straddled me I sank even lower so that the water was up to the edge of my chin. B said, “Don’t drown!” — but I was too into the sensations to notice if I did. The hot water felt great on our most sensitive skin, but the noise of the splashing water became a distraction. We splashed along anyway. The harder I rubbed B’s tits, the harder she ground against me, until our back-and-forth rhythm threatened to cause a flood on the bathroom floor. We hurried out of the tub and arranged bathmats on the floor — I mounted B in the missionary position and slammed into her hard and fast until I came.

Afterplay: We dried off and crawled into bed. B was sleepy, but let me slip my hand under pink v-fronts. She woke up with a pleasant “mmmmm” as I penetrated her with two fingers, but said she was too sleepy to come.

Afterglow: My headache was gone — I joined her in a relaxed sleep.

Rating: ★★★★

Came out of Nowhere

Buildup: OK — this time for sure we were worn out from the week. The night before was just (oyster-enhanced) gravy. And yet –

We visited some friends during the afternoon and hung around their pool. B brought a bottle of Gosling’s Black Seal rum and made herself a couple dark-n-stormys — the combination of sun and the two-drink maximum put her into a very, very good mood.

Foreplay: We came back to the house in the late afternoon. Other folks commandeered the downstairs TV, so I went to our bedroom to watch a World Cup match. B came to bed — in theory to take a nap. She had changed out of her swimsuit into a tank top and cotton briefs. As she lay on her stomach beside me, I started playing with her pussy through the fabric. Why? Because it was there. B was very responsive and very, very wet.

I got up to close the bedroom door.

While I watched soccer, I continued to fondle her slippery slit with my fingers. B was moaning and shifting to give me better access — this was not going to take long! I positioned my fingers so that one rested at the edge of her asshole and the other circled her clit. After teasing her, I held the finger against her clit firmly in place and let her squirm to find her release.

I continued watching soccer, but now I was very, very turned on. B was surprised at the suddenness of her orgasm (and the fact that it took place during the day in a non-empty house!) B fished my hard cock out of the fly of my shorts and began squeezing and stroking it. I reminded her of a time last summer when she had given me a midday backrub that turned into a blowjob then a handjob in our bathroom.

B kept squeezing my cock.

Main Event: I glanced toward the bathroom and she leapt out of bed. We closed two doors behind us and looked for a quiet surface. B stepped out of her panties and lay back on the bathmats on the floor. She was wet and ready as I quietly slipped into her from above. Unfortunately, the bathmats have nothing to keep them from slipping around the floor and my thrusts kept sliding us towards the wall. B put her hands up over her head and did a reverse push-up to keep her head from hitting the wall — the combination of the submissive pose and the leverage she gained by pushing back against my thrusts moved me to a quick and powerful orgasm of my own.

Afterplay: None.

Afterglow: B went back to take a nap in earnest — I snuck downstairs to watch the rest of the match.

Rating: ★★★★

Hot Fun in the Summertime

Buildup: Even by the standards we’ve lifted ourselves to (and the blog is still chronicle, not inspiration) this was over the top. [I'm pretty sure this has the most tags of anything I've posted so far!]

Our last day at the beach, still hot from the past couple nights (and days) and we found ourselves with an excuse to leave everyone else at the shore while we returned to the house. A quickie was implied in our eyes, but we had already washed the sheets in preparation for checking out. We needed a clean, possibly vertical, location.

“How about the outdoor shower?” B asked.

Foreplay: We turned on the shower spray and removed our bathing suits. My erect cock glistened in the afternoon sun as I admired B’s tan lines. Unfortunately, there was no bench or other surface to sit or lean on. We tried several configurations of B straddling me while I leaned back, or me holding her up while she propped a leg against the shower wall, or slipping between our intertwined legs. Nothing was working, so B turned off the shower and kissed me while stroking my cock with her hand. Even that wasn’t working — no soap or conditioner in the shower to use as a lubricant.

“Use your mouth,” I implored, and B bent down and took my tool into her mouth. It was mind-blowing (as well as dick-blowing) watching her head bob up and down in the sunshine as she worked her lips and tongue on me. When she pulled off to stroke me again, I nearly exploded in her hand –

But then my neck convulsed in pain.

Several times in my life — always standing in the shower — I’ve gotten a horrible headache/pinched nerve thing when trying to come, either by my own hand or B’s. I had to stop, but I was too close to coming to give up.

Main Event: I twisted my head around to clear the pain, then told B to bend over and prop herself against the shower door. I positioned myself behind her and slid my still-hard rod into her slit. Again, seeing myself pumping into her in the sun was fantastic. Our wet thighs slapped together with each thrust, and I could feel her squeeze down on my shaft when I came.

Afterplay: None.

Afterglow: Less than none. We rinsed off and out our suits on. When we walked to the side of the house, we saw that the housekeepers had come to the house while we were in the (exposed) shower! We ran to the beach before we could find out what they had seen or heard.

Rating: ★★★ (average 4 stars for location and 2 for execution)

False Start

Buildup: B wanted to ask me to come upstairs, but there was a plumber working in the basement. She went off to run an errand and returned when I was getting ready to shower, so… she invited herself in.

Foreplay: It was supposed to be a no-sex-get-clean shower, but then I took some soap in my hands and made sure that her breasts were squeaky clean. I reached around to clean her back and was met with an open-mouthed kiss. B grabbed the soap and built up a lather in her hands which she used to lubricate her grip on my shaft. She began to rub me hard and fast while we kissed each other deeply. With her free hand she reached under my balls and drew her fingers along them like she did the night before. I enjoyed it, but wasn’t ready to come on her hand so I asked if she’d rather I finish inside her.

Main Event: I leaned back on the shower stool, and B lowered herself onto me. The footing wasn’t right, and the stool kept rocking (plus it’s a hard position for B to hold — her legs are long but not quite long enough!) Instead, I suggested rear-entry like the last time we did it in the shower. That hit the spot, but: a) I was still mostly spent from the night before, b) the slapping sounds of the shower spray and our thighs were getting loud and distracting, and c) the plumber was still downstairs — and could possibly hear us through the ductwork. A rare occasion, but neither of us were going to come this way, and I pulled out — still hard.

Afterplay & Afterglow: A promise to finish tonight.

Rating: ★★★ for effort

There’s Got To Be A Morning After

[Not only after last night's masterpiece, but because the last thing we saw on TV last night was a commercial for the Poseidon remake!]

Buildup: B checked her daily calendar while I read the paper and said, “Got time for a quickie?”

“Yes, but there’s clean laundry all over the bed,” I answered. “Guest room?”

“Tax paperwork all over the bed. Shower?”

“Shower.”

Foreplay: B was already in the shower when I stepped in. She met me with an open-mouthed kiss while I fondled her boobs. Her hands massaged my back then came down between my legs to caress my growing hard-on.

Main Event: B turned on the body jets and cleared off the stool she uses to shave her legs. I sat on the stool and she straddled me. In this position, she doesn’t impale herself completely, so the sensation is focused on the upper half of my shaft. I watched myself go in and out of her pussy as she rocked on me. Surprisingly, she was moaning and squeezing me more intensely than a quickie usually warrants. Suddenly, she stopped — “sensory overload” — maybe even an orgasm from the position and the jets of water spraying on her ass?

When she started again, I had lost a little hardness and became distracted by the spray. After insisting here that we never change positions mid-fuck, that’s what we did. I turned off the spray and asked B to bend over away from me holding onto the stool. I stood behind her and slipped in. I turned the body jets back on to spray on our backs as I pumped her doggy-style. She pulled herself up slightly — positioning her hands against the far shower wall and giving me access to grab and squeeze her breasts as my thighs slapped into hers. When B could feel my orgasm building, she pushed back against me to take me deeper. I bottomed out on her cervix and came into her with a surge.

Afterplay: None.

Afterglow: I sat back on the stool, panting, in love and amazed at the sexual carnivore B has become, as she finished shampooing her hair and rinsed off.

Rating: ★★★★

Shower Baby II

Buildup: None. B was doing her morning sit-ups as I got ready for work.

Foreplay: As I was getting ready to shower, B said that if I waited 7 minutes (until the end of the Tivo’d show she was watching) she would join me for a “fun” shower. I used the 7 minutes to shave my balls, which had been too prickly last night.

In the shower, B rubbed my back with body scrub — carefully avoiding anything sensitive — then turned me around and sat on the stool she uses to shave her legs. At that height, she had perfect access to engulf my dick with her mouth — arousing, but I wasn’t turned on enough to come. I tried to take her standing but the angle wasn’t right, so B suggested we finish on the bed.

Main Event: B on her back, lying sideways on our bed with her knees up. I watched myself enter her and begin to pump, then I held her legs up under her calves and stroked (upward) until I came.

Afterplay and Afterglow : None. Off to work (late!)

Rating: ★★★