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Accepting Cougarhood

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Our first time together was really amazing. I am still reeling from how many times you got me off. Moving outside my comfort zone has been so rewarding!

You enjoyed my body – my peach-sized breasts with their pointed nipples that responded so readily to your eager mouth, loving hands or tireless cock; my tanned body that was agile enough to keep up with you; my warm pussy that responded so wetly to the pleasures you shared.

But today was going to be the real test, at least in my mind. Waking up snuggled next to your warmth; the length of your body spooning me; the weight of your arm as it draped over me. Your cock nestled between my ass cheeks was what woke me. I felt your hips slowly thrust and your cock slide slowly against me again. I lie there, waiting to see if you’re awake.

The sex was invigorating. My body was aching in places I hadn’t been aware of for a while. Feeling you thrust against me again, I find myself hoping that you are awake. Morning sex is a great way to start the day!

When you seem to settle, I quietly slip from the bed. I rush into the bathroom to answer my bladder’s call. Thinking of last night’s sex fest, I glance in the mirror and stare at myself in amazement.

My lips are puffy and reddened from all the kissing and sucking that we shared. My breasts felt tender from your attention while my nipples seemed to be eagerly awaiting more. I had hickeys on my neck! Hickeys! Really?

As my gaze continued down my body, I saw the random scratches from your nails that told me just how intense an orgasm was for you. My golden brown skin seemed to have a glow that radiated from within.

I look at myself and remember in vivid detail not only the hot, sweaty sex, but the feel of your cock when it came in contact with me. My hand moves between my legs and I feel my panties show signs of dampness. Not only am I getting wet, but I’m starting to get horny. How can this be happening? How can I be getting wet just from memories? Even if they are arousing. I thought only guys had morning wood! Is it possible for us women? If so, what’s it called?

“OK, OK, calm down. Don’t panic. Try thinking of something else,” I tell myself as I reach for my hairbrush. With each stroke, I remember your response when you felt the long, silky tresses glide over your cock. How it seemed to jump in response. The gasp you made when I drew my hair over your nipples randomly. The goose bumps that appeared when it came in contact with different parts of your body as we were making love.

Smiling, I reach down to find my panties becoming damp. The feel of my hand reminds me of yours. How gently it stroked down my center, spreading my legs and then my lips. How you’d respond as you felt my juices coat your fingers as you dipped them inside.

My hand slips inside my panties without conscious thought. I find myself stroking my pussy, my hips moving on their own. I feel myself begin to respond even more.

My hand’s smaller than yours. It doesn’t cover as much as yours. As my palm brushes lightly against my clit, my fingertips can barely slip inside.

My hips rock forward as my middle finger slowly enters me. My wetness coats it, allowing it to slip a little deeper. As my palm begins rubbing my clit slowly, I remember how your palm felt. How it would move back and forth or side to side. How it would add to the pleasure building in me.

My hips move as I start to finger myself. Slowly thrusting my finger deeper and withdrawing. Getting wetter with each pass, I add a finger, feeling myself get closer. I close my eyes and experience flashes of what we did last night. How your mouth worked all over my body and paid special attention to my nether regions. How your hands increased the pleasure. How your cock intensified the building tension and pushed us both over that rocky ledge.

I open my eyes to see what you saw when you watched me while doing this. Surprised to see you reflected in the mirror watching me while stroking yourself in rhythm to my movement.

You’re tall, my head comes close to barely reaching the top of your shoulders. I appreciate your big shoulders and how they made a great pillow for my head as I fell asleep. Your arms are muscled and long enough to wrap around me, making me feel safe. Your stomach has that sexy hairline arrow that points to your talented cock.

You smile as your hand begins removing your boxers. You slowly walk toward me. I feel your fingers play with the elastic at the top of my undies. My breathing quickens as I feel your hand caressing me as you work it down my leg. I feel your kisses on the back of my neck.

I turn to kiss you good morning, but your hands on my hips prevent me. “Just keep looking in the mirror,” you say as you keep kissing my neck.

You pull me gently against your chest as your hand caresses each breast. I watch your hand continue down my body. I feel your cock as you gentle stroke it against my ass cheeks. Feeling your fingers trailing down my stomach, stopping to trace around my belly button. I laugh as you tickle me and hear

“God, you’re so sexy. You’re so responsive to my touch. You make me so rock hard when you vocalize how much you enjoy what I’m doing.”

I feel myself begin to blush. “Th-th-thanks,” I stammer as I watch you, wondering what you’ll do next. I feel the wetness building as the desire to feel you in me grows stronger. I watch as you take my hand, guiding it to where I want your cock.

Your hand covers mine as we slowly cup my mound. I feel you move lower and I hesitate. Your hand keeps mine moving and I feel us stroke my clit lightly and continue down. I feel my lips slowly part as our finger starts delving deeper. I feel my wetness surround our finger as it slowly starts pumping me.

My head falls back and I can’t keep quiet as the pleasure starts building. I feel the wetness begin building, making our finger slide easier, slide deeper inside.

“I enjoy watching. Please continue,” you say as withdraw your hand and step back to give me a great view of how hard you are. Your cock stands at attention and moves a little as you tighten the muscles. I watch as you slide my juices onto your cock with your finger.

Before my hand reaches its’ desired goal, both of our stomachs let out a rather loud growl. We both stand still in surprise. As the air becomes filled with more growls at various levels of loudness, we both start laughing.

“I’m afraid breakfast is in order before we continue,” I say reluctantly. “You may be a great distraction, but the desire my body seems to be feeling most right now is to eat,” I continue with an exaggerated pout and crossed eyes.

“Yeah, I have to agree.” You snicker at the look on my face. “I am rather starved after last night’s marathon.” You state as you retreat from the bathroom and begin dressing in a rush. “But if we grab a quick bite, we can hurry back and continue this.” You wag your eyebrows at me.

“Oh and here I am thinking I’m not only sexy, but making you hungry for more. So much for thinking I’m an irresistibly tasty treat.” I say as I follow you out, playfully smacking your now covered ass.

“Oh, you definitely are that. So much so that you burned not only all my energy but my reserves as well. The proof of that is readily apparent,” You say as your stomach lets out another loud growl. “But the faster we eat, the sooner we can get back. Then I will show you just how tasty I find you.” We rush through the room getting ready for the day while our stomachs keep reminding us of how deprived they are.

As we begin driving to get breakfast, I notice some kind of event going on. “Wonder what that is,” I say. You glance to where I’m pointing and say, “Oh, it’s the flea market. It’s an OK place to go to kill time if you’re into that.”

“And are you?” I ask. “It’s counted as a calorie burner in my book. I’d really like to walk out some kinks.”

“Sure, why not.” You say as you pull into a diner that proclaims on it’s windows to have the best breakfast around. “After breakfast though. Don’t want your energy depleted to the point of not being able to get me up at any given time today.”

“I don’t need energy to get you up, only to get you off.” I primly reply with a straight face. Sticking my tongue out at you, I turn to get out of the car.

“Wait,” You say as you grab my arm to prevent me. You lean over and give me a kiss. “Let me get the door for you.” You say as you kiss the tip of my nose and move away. “I can be a gentleman.” You rush over and open the door with an exaggerated bow.

When we’re finally seated and had a chance to decide what to eat, we resumed talking about one of the many topics we usually discussed. We seldom run out of subjects to talk about. We even talk about the ‘taboo’ subjects – politics, religion.

When the waitress finally returns to take our order, you say “My MILF and I will each have the special. She’d like coffee and I’d like tea, please.” You say as you hand her the menus. The waitress looks from you to me to you again and blushes deep red. She turn away without a word.

“I can’t believe you called me a MILF!” I exclaim as I feel a blush spread across my cheeks. “And what’s with the tea? Shouldn’t I be the one doing the ‘English Granny’ thing of drinking tea instead of coffee?”

“Hey, I happen to like tea! It gives me much energy.” You reply as you flex your arms with an exaggerated flourish.

“Isn’t that what Red Bull’s for?” I ask innocently.

“When I do Red Bull, I become the Energizer Bunny – I keep going and going.” You say winking and wagging your eyebrows at me.

“Well, you are the one that cried ‘mercy’ first last night,” I say smugly as I blow on my nails and rub them on my chest.

“Ah, that may be true, but now I know how to turn the tables. MUHHAHAHAHAHA.” You say in a villainous voice that makes us both start laughing. Your tone makes me think of the Dudley-do-right villain from my cartoon watching days.

Our breakfast was filling. The ‘special’ consisted on pancakes, bacon, eggs and toast. With the bill paid and our stomachs full, we made our way to the flea market.

The booths were filled with a variety of stuff. There was so much to look at that; time seemed to fly by. As I continue my way down the current row we were on, a sparkling glint of something flashes in the corner of my eye and draws me toward it. As I watch the sparkle increase, I look around for you. “Wow, will you look at these,” I say when I see you looking my way. “Aren’t these balisongs? Isn’t that one a Bradley Mayhem?” I ask innocently as I try to keep a straight face.

You almost knock me down in your rush to get your hands on it. “Yes it is. Look at this sexy thing. It’s so awesome!” You exclaim as you stroke the handles lightly. The heat in your eyes resembles the heat of when you were above me, stroking deeply inside me. The pure ecstasy written on your face makes me bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud.

“Should I be jealous?” I ask trying to hide the smile. “Would you like a room for the two of you, so you can explore her many wiles in private?” I continue as I can’t hold it back any more and start laughing so hard tears begin to form in my eyes. The pleasure on your face lights up those sexy hazel eyes.

“This is the wet-dream of the Balisong world. These titanium handles are curved to help the fit and feel when it’s in your palm.” You say almost reverently. “Watch” You continue as you begin flipping it. “This is the called the ‘sinisters roll’,” you continue as you move it expertly. I watch as you manipulate the knife. This morning’s interlude bursts brightly in my mind and sends a bolt of desire pooling low on my body. As I continue watching you work, I blush at how the agility you’re showing reminds me of how you so expertly worked my body.

“Very impressive.” I say “So, how does that feel in your hand? Is it hard and smooth to the touch?” I ask as I close the distance between us and kiss you gently while casually rubbing the crotch of your jeans lightly. “Does it remind you of anything?” I ask in an almost whisper as I rise up on the balls of my feet to blow softly into your ear.

Your hand stills as you catch it. The look in your eyes tells me I was in a tie with the knife. You casually shift the front of your jeans. “One minute.” You say, turning toward the vendor. Oh my God, I’m competing with a knife and losing! I think suppressing the laugh. I smile as you start to bargain with him. I know how long you’ve been searching for it.

“A boy and his toys,” I say, shaking my head and moving on to explore the remainder of the booths. While I continue browsing, I reflect on the many conversations we’ve had about that knife. The specs and details that you went into didn’t really seem to be held in my memory. The only reason I recognized it was I looked up pictures on the internet recently.

We’ve known each other for a while and talked late into the night learning about each other. We met on one of the many MMO games available. My kids introduced them to me. Although most were for what I called “kids” (which was anyone under the age of twenty five to me), some were really enjoyable for me.

It had taken some time for you to convince me to give you my email. And even longer for me to give you my phone number. I remember when you first told me your age. I always felt you were young and wasn’t surprised when you confirmed it, but I was blown away when you pursued more than a casual friendship. It gave us the time we needed to learn about each other. So far, it was worth the time.

This trip was turning out much better than I’d planned. I thought for sure you’d take one look at me and make some excuse to get away. Although I was almost fifty, I didn’t wear make-up. It seemed to add lines and make them more noticeable in my opinion. I had curves in areas I’d rather not, but I rather enjoyed having the padding. The soft slight show of gravity in my breasts made me glad they were small and still show some youthful perkiness.

As I make my way toward the next row, I feel a hand grab my ass. Turning to brush it off, I run into your chest. “Oh,” I exclaim as I’m jolted back to the present. I had been so deep in thought, I had forgotten where I was.

You lean down and kiss me soundly, still pumped up from your encounter with the knife. “I want to thank you. If you hadn’t wanted to stop here, I wouldn’t be the proud owner of my new knife.” You say as you remove your prize from the bag.

It was the Bradley Mayhem. I smile as you proudly show it to me. “Well, grats. I was just remembering our many conversations about it and how much you’ve wanted one.” I say as I give you a mischievous smile.

You lean down and kiss me. It started out as a light, gentle, quick kiss until we both deepen it. I feel your arms tighten around me as I feel your tongue gently push into my mouth. I feel my feet leave the ground as you move us out of the path of the foot traffic. As I slide down your body, I feel just how excited you are becoming. I feel your leg slide between mine as my feet touch the ground. The friction of your leg sends another spark pulsing through my body.

Since you’re facing away from any eyes that may be watching, I slide my hands against your crotch and feel the hardness pulse in your restrained member. “MMMMM, is this because of me or your other girlfriend?” I ask as I smile up at you.

“I think it’s a combination of the two, actually.” You say as you step back and put your arm around me. “You know I have a fantasy of being with two chicks at once.” You say, casually adjusting yourself again. “What do you say we get out of here and explore the possibility?”

I chuckle. “I’m not that easy. You haven’t convinced me on of the benefits of that yet.” I reply. “Besides, I’m still trying to decide if I should be jealous.” The puzzled look on my face makes you laugh.

We were content to finish exploring the rest of the market before we left. I wasn’t able to find anything that I couldn’t live without. We had grabbed a quick (somewhat satisfying) lunch of burgers. I laughed when you again got your tea.

When we finally reached the car, we tried to decide what was next. We sat in the car talking about our plans. The choices we came up with were: catching a movie, going to the carnival we saw advertised, and going back to the motel to work off some energy. HHHHMMMM, which would we choose.

Before we finalize our choice, we thought dinner would be a good idea. As we sat in the restaurant, we talked about how lucky you were today. “I can’t believe what a great deal I got on it.” You say as you place it on the table with tenderness.

I smile and say, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself! So, what do I get as a reward for being your lucky charm?” I wink at you as I move my foot to stroke up and down your shin. We were seated at a small, intimate table that had a candle burning. “I’m thinking a foot massage is a good starting point.” I say as I place both feet in your lap.

“Well, I guess that’s a possibility. He seemed really happy to get rid of it. He took the knife and some cash in trade for a sword.” You say as you start massaging. “This baby has titanium handles and a stainless steel blade. It’s lightweight and perfectly balanced for flipping.”

“MMMM. What’s that knobby thing sticking out on the end called?” I ask

“Oh, that’s the tang. It can be used for defense or breaking windows.” You say as the waitress brings our check. “So, what would you like to do now? I think we had a few choices and while we were eating, I can think of only one that I’d like to do now.” You say as you place my foot on your crotch and rub it against you, letting me feel how excited you are.

As we sit there and let the meal settle, I think about the choices we came up with. The carnival would let us walk around; we’d take in the lights, colors and sounds; the games and rides would provide entertainment; and the crowd of people that would do the usual, annoying things they do. OK, that’s a NO to the carnival.

The movie would let me sit next to you, your arm draped around my shoulders as we watch. My hand holding yours or maybe resting on your leg. The darkness and relative quietness that would surround us. The intimacy that could envelop us. We may be able to have some playtime if the movie was boring, maybe even go all the way if you were up for a little adventure in public.

Going back to the motel and taking a nice hot shower, letting the water rain down on me to wash away the grime of the day and begin to wake my currently banked fire. Finally being alone with you to finish what we started.

“I think I’m leaning toward going back to the motel. I’d really like to take a shower and relax. Maybe talk you into a massage.” I say with the hope not only in my voice, but very apparent on my face.

“OK, doing you in the shower sounds like a great idea, but I don’t know about the massage.” You reply as we leave. “I’m so looking forward to having you in not only the shower, but the bed, over the chair, on the floor and maybe on the dresser.”

I threw my head back in laughter and said, “So in other words, you want to repeat last night. You don’t want to try something different?” I ask, as I compose myself. The thought that pops into my mind’s eye makes desire begin to unfurl in my stomach. My drink from the fair still had some ice in it, the thought begins to solidify.

I casually shake the cup and say, “Before we go to the motel, I need to make a quick stop at the store, if you don’t mind.”

When we are on the road, headed toward the store, I reach down and casually begin undoing your pants. “What are you doing?” You ask with a chuckle.

“I’m going to test your driving skills,” I say as I take some ice into my mouth and move toward you.

Releasing your member from your pants, my hand begins to slowly stroke you. I enjoy feeling you begin to harden, to swell in my hand. I like watching how you stiffen and grow in my hand.

“Keep driving,” I say as I lower my mouth close enough to lick the tip of you. I close my hand around you feeling our warmth mingle, knowing the tension’s beginning to pulse by your quickening breaths. The ice is almost the right size for what I’m planning.

The chill of my tongue as it swirls around your circumcised head sends a shiver through your body. I slowly close my mouth over you. The mix of heat and cold as it surrounds your cock makes you gasp. When my tongue moves the ice to brush against you, the jump it causes vibrates throughout your body. I feel myself begin to respond as I continue brushing the ice against you, ringing it around the rim of your head in a swift circle. Thoughts of how it would feel if the ice and your cock were inside me begin to surface in my mind, sending shivers down my body.

I can tell you like what I’m doing because I feel the car suddenly swerve. “Sorry,” You say. “I got distracted.”

I ignore everything and get lost in what I’m doing. I slowly suck on you, pulling you deeper into my mouth, letting the ice come in contact with you at different times as it begins to melt. I feel the tension begin to build in my stomach as I hear how much you enjoy the contact with the puffs of breath you take. Using my hand to stroke you up and down, I enjoy the feeling of my shirt brushing against my nipples as they begin to peak. Feeling the pressure begin to build in you, I burn to feel your hand stroke me. Using my hand to stroke you while I put a little more ice in my mouth, I hear your breathing get faster. You’re beginning to sound like a steam engine.

I lick you with my tongue then with the ice and then with the ice on my tongue. Changing what you feel, intensifying the pleasure, bringing you closer with each stroke, each lick, each suck. Each sound you make encourages me to keep going. Squeezing your throbbing, swollen cock in my hand as I place my mouth around you, letting the ice stroke you or bump against you while I use my tongue, I taste your pre-cum as it slides down the back of my throat. The wetness has soaked my panties. The throbbing of my clit and the pulsing in my pussy seem to be keeping time with yours. The heat of my mouth and hand, and the cold of the ice mix together until you explode. I hear your loud moan, and feel you squirting into my mouth; your hand on the back of my head pushing me down, pulling at my hair. I relax my throat muscles to take you deeper as I swallow each squirt of jizz until it overflows and leaks down on your thrusting cock. The sounds you make as your hips thrust your cock to the back of my throat at the beginning of each release. The reflexive clamping of your hand in my hair makes it hard for me to keep what little ice remaining in my mouth. Taking as much of your cum in my mouth as I can, I suck on your cock and let my teeth graze against you as I slowly release you when I feel the last convulsive ejaculation of your cock.

Smiling as I wipe my mouth, I look around. “Oh, I didn’t know we arrived. I’ll be right back, wait right here.” I say huskily, as I get out of the car, leaving you to make yourself presentable. I feel the desire simmering, burning hotter inside me, so ready for release, with each step I take toward the store entrance. But I put it on hold.

I walk calmly into the store and buy what I need for tonight. I am pleased and surprised with what I had just done. Yes, it was dangerous. We could have wrecked or gotten pulled over. But we arrived safely! I was beginning to look forward to later even more than before!

When I got back in the car, your head was back against the headrest, your pants were zipped and back in place. It almost looked like you were sleeping. As I opened the door, I saw you move to start the car.

“That was amazing! I can’t believe you did that, where did you learn that trick?” You asked as we drove to the motel. I just smiled and said, “I’m not at liberty to tell you that on the grounds it may be incriminating to me. Let’s just say, I’m older than you and went outside the box. Was it good?”

“You have no idea. But it’s whet my appetite for what’s to come.” You say as you chuckle. “Good thing we didn’t have to drive very far. We wouldn’t have made it if there was a lot of traffic and/or driving involved.”

I just smile and enjoy the rest of the ride. “Well, hopefully what I just bought is as well received.” I say as we pull into the hotel parking spot I was assigned.

When we reach the room, I ask, “So, going to shower with me?”

“What do you think?” You reply.

Laughing, I say, “OK, want to get it ready? I’ll be there in a minute.” I watch to make sure you aren’t watching me and push the bag into the little mini fridge. I find myself wondering if I did the right thing. Was the ice really a good idea? Did you really enjoy it or are you now thinking I’m freaky? I shrug the doubt aside. “It’s done and can’t be undone. Now is shower time.” I silently say to myself, as I grab my nightgown and follow you into the bathroom.

You are just removing the last of your clothes as I enter. I quickly get undress and jump into the shower, feeling the water begin to rain down on my body in soothing, warm waves. The temperature is just right and a welcome relief. I hear the curtain slide as you join me, pulling me against you as we trade places.

As I get my hands soapy, I reach out and begin washing you. Drawing my hands over your body slowly, I enjoy the feel of your skin under my hands as they seem to glide around. Making sure I’ve washed the front of you, I tell you to turn around. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m getting extreme pleasure from you right.”

You laugh as you face me again and say, “But I’m not even touching you yet.”

“I know. I meant it though. Feeling the way my hands slide on you, I’ve wanted to do this all day.” I say, feeling embarrassed that I would voice what I was feeling at this moment.

As if feeling my sudden discomfort, you finish rinsing and say, “I’m going to hop out now. I need to make a couple of calls. Take your time.”

I let out a breath of relief. I didn’t realize until I was feeling your body under my soapy hands just how much I was missing having someone. But that was part of the reason I was here now. I was filling that need, if only temporarily. I wasn’t going to dwell on what I didn’t have or waste time not enjoying what is.

As I let the water rinse me, I wonder if you’re done with your phone calls. As I dry off, I look at myself in the mirror. It was no longer apparent what I had spent the night doing. I looked like my normal self.

I smiled as I amended the thought silently. I’m back to my usual self, but with a few changes. That was a better fitting comment. My normal self didn’t wake up having spent the night having mind-blowing sex most of the night. Reaching for my hairbrush, I thought about how the day started with this very brush.

As I finish my after shower ritual, I start to wonder what you’re doing. You’ve been very quiet. Maybe you had an emergency and had to leave. I wasn’t sure how long it had been, but surely it wasn’t very long. Taking a deep breath, I open the door prepared for anything but. . . .

Candles, lots of them. The candles provide the only light. You are sitting on the bed with a flower in your teeth and more in your outstretched hand. I just stand there, frozen in place, and take it all in. Vanilla fills the air, my favorite scent. The bottle of edible oil I placed on the nightstand is now open, it’s strawberry scent a light undertone in the air.

I slowly begin walking toward you, reaching for the flowers in your hand. The roses are beautiful. They are in various states of blossoming and my favorite color. I notice that you are naked and having a hard time smiling while still holding the flower in your mouth. I reach out and take it from you. Your eyebrows are doing the wag. Your antics make me think of Pepe Lepew and his amorous antics.

“Wow, I’m impressed!” I say, grinning at your attempt to cheer me up. I’m almost overwhelmed by this. I never expected you to do this, for this to happen to me or to ever be treated like I was a queen. “Thank you!” I say as I lean down and kiss you. I find myself becoming even more aroused. Your actions flipped the horny button from low to somewhere between medium and high.

You pull away before I have a chance to deepen the kiss. “I want you to undress and lie on your stomach. I’m taking control as of right now.” You say as you take the flowers from me and place them in the vase you had prepared.

As I slowly reach for my nightgown to remove it, I feel your hand stop me. “Change of plans.” You say as you place a gentle kiss on my bare thigh and slowly begin raising my nightgown. With each inch of skin you bare, you place a soft kiss or a gentle nip on my revealed body.

I feel pleasure blossom in my stomach and begin its’ way to desire. With each touch of your lips, my body seems to become more alive, even more sensitized. I feel goose bumps begin to race up my body. I sigh in pleasure as one breast is unveiled and your tongue caress the swell of it.

I slowly lift my arms over my head to help you and I feel the heat of your body move closer to me. It seems to flow off of you in waves, warming me and weakening my knees. I feel the silky nightgown seemingly caress my face as you finish removing it. I take a deep breath, make my chest seem to swell outward. I feel your hand gently cup my uplifted breast and your thumb lightly graze my nipple. The pulse of desire starts in my breast and ends with a strong pulse low and deep in my belly.

I feel you gently start to turn me toward the bed, feel you lightly push me to lie down. I feel my body do your bidding without question. I seem helpless to resist your commands. The next place I feel your hands is on my feet, slowly massaging with varying degrees of pressure that sends pulses of relaxation mixed with desire throughout my body.

You take your time, slowly moving your way up my legs. I feel the pressure of your thumbs sliding up and down each legs, turning them to jelly. I feel my center begin to get slick, the desire build higher. When I feel your hands on my ass, I sigh again. The oil’s scent is beginning to fill the room as you spread it into me, relaxing me so completely. Feeling you work each cheek, feeling your hand slide down and gentle nudge my legs to part. The tension builds, making my body hum with the need to release. Feeling your hand light brush against my center as you continue to massage, I feel myself move even closer to the edge, the wetness seems to beg for your touch. As you continue to lightly graze my lips with your hand while massaging my thighs, I groan at the randomness of your touch.

Your hands slide up my ass to the small of my back and begin working their magic again. As I feel your fingers slowly caress my sides as you work, I feel the tension begin sending a stronger, more demanding pulse to my center, making me wetter with each pass.

As you continue working up my back with the occasional side strokes that send shivers of pleasure shooting through me, I can’t hold the moan that escapes me. I feel you straddle me, I feel your semi hardness settle in the crack of my ass. I feel it add to the pleasure as it gently glides up and down in the same rhythm as your hands.

I can feel my juices start to pool, my center begin to pulse with a more insistent demanding need. My body begins to fill with desire, turning it into a barely contained nerve ending crying out for relief. As you reach my shoulders, I feel you lift up and slide your now hard cock effortlessly between my lips as you continue to massage the tension out of me.

I’m so hot for you now. I want to feel you pumping into me, burying yourself as deeply as possible inside me until I explode. The burning desire fills me completely, totally. Making me so wet, I don’t know if I can wait any more. I hear my heart pounding in my ears, feel the blood pumping through me faster.

It was as if I had spoken out loud. I feel the bed shift as you slowly place your hands on the bed and begin to slowly pump between my lips, gently caressing my clit with the tip of your cock. Sliding but not entering me, as if wanting to draw out what I was experiencing. The scent of my juices begins to fill the air, adding to the scents already there.

I feel myself tumble. I feel you lift my hips up and slide your cock deep inside me. I cry out your name, it’s the only thing I’m able to focus on. The orgasm rocks me, the pleasure pops in a powerfully explosive moment. I feel everything tighten and begin to spasm, the waves begin to pulse throughout my body, curling my toes to the point of cramping. I cry out again as I shot over the waterfall of ecstasy. Your cock is motionless inside me, just feeling my orgasm rock my body, my hips rocking against you. Until I feel the hot spurts of your jizz releasing deep inside me. Your hips thrust against me hard. My spasms seem to be milking your cock. I hear you roar as you cum harder inside me.

When I finally feel connected with my body, aware of my surroundings, it’s your hands that I feel first. “You OK?” You ask softly, a trace of worry apparent in your voice.

“Oh God, you have no idea!” I say shakily, huskily. “That was the first massage orgasm I’ve experienced!” I continue as I try to focus on calming my breathing.

“Good, it pays you back for earlier today. I felt the same way when you used the ice cubes.” You say, the worry changed to pride in your ability.

“I think you came very close!” I laughingly reply. “I’m guessing you want a massage now?” I ask, unsure whether I’d be able to even move for a little bit.

“Nah, just lay there and relax for a little bit.” You say, withdrawing your cock from my now quiet center. You help me turn over and snuggle against you.

My body is totally relaxed. I was feeling pretty good now. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. I was even more surprised I could get off from it. As I lie there, I suddenly remember what I’d bought earlier. Feeling my second wind beginning to hit, I pulled from your grasp. I smiled as I thought about how to work this. Would you like it? Would you be up for it? Should I do it? Could I do it?

“Wait, I have a surprise. I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed.” I say as I watch to make sure you comply. Just as I lean down to open the fridge, I see you trying to sneak a peek. I laugh as I stick my tongue out and look for something to use as a blindfold.

I improvise and use the pillowcase. Tying it across your eyes, I satisfy myself that it’s snug enough to keep you from peeking. As I begin preparing for what comes next, unsure of what your reaction will be, I take a deep breath and begin.

“What’s that?” You ask as you hear an indescribable noise and feel a coldness draw down your cock. “Is it the ice?” You ask a little doubtfully, but with a hint of hope. You hear and feel it dispense on one of your nipples.

“No, but if you can figure it out, you can remove the blindfold and have a turn.” I say as I smile and slowly begin licking you, but around what I placed on you. Feeling the coolness begin to dissipate, you try to puzzle it out. My tongue finally begins to spread it down your member, letting you feel it’s soft stickiness. It’s cool on contact but not as cold as the ice. It’s sweetness fills my mouth as I work at spreading it slowly down your cock.

I shake the can and release a little on your ball-sack. I hear your breath catch as you feel the cool, light contact on your skin. I smile as I slowly lick around it, enjoying the feel of your sack tighten as you become more aroused.

I slowly begin to suck the part that holds the little mound of sweetness I applied to you, drawing it and you into my mouth as I wrap my hand lightly around your cock and begin stroking. As I gently suck each ball into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around you.

I kiss my way up your body, tonguing your belly button, wishing I’d put a drop there. Finally, slowly making my way to your lightly covered nipple. I simply lick it up, sucking you gently as your nipple starts to pucker. My hand still strokes you and I lightly squeeze it with each suck on your nipple. Feeling you thrust your hips into my squeezing strokes.

With my free hand, I release a drop on my nipple and lean toward you. “Here, see if you know what it is now.” I say as I slowly draw my covered nipple gently over your lips. When your tongue moves to lick what was left behind, I place my hardening nipple gently against your tongue. Feeling your tongue slide across it through what little remains on me.

You suck it into your mouth with eagerness. It almost hurts, but feels so good. Feeling your tongue swirl around my responsive bud then the surrounding area. You use your teeth on it and I feel a surge of want slide through me. As I feel myself being drawn into your warm mouth, I feel the pulse of desire overwhelm me and demand more.

“Whipped cream,” you say as you move your hand to remove the blindfold.

“Yes,” I say, we had talked about it and all the fun that was possible with it. But we weren’t going to be able to explore them now. I could tell by the pulsing throb from between my legs and how your cock seemed to send the same message to my stroking hand, that we were both more than ready. The wetness that coats me is almost oozing out of me.

Without thinking, I rise up and straddle you backward. Needing to answer the demanding need, I plunge your cock into me. Leaning forward to take you deeper, my ass is cradled in your pelvis and presents you with an invitation you can’t refuse.

I feel your hands stroke my ass with each pump, making their way slowly toward the center of me. I feel nervous anticipation begin to fill me and slowly, smoothly begin to change my position.

Gently pulling your leg up, I move to straddle your leg. Remaining there, I let us both adjust to this new angle. I feel your hand begin to slide toward my stomach. I hear your breath hitch, your teeth click together as I tilt my hips up to meet your seeking hand. I cry out when I feel your fingers stroke my wet clit. You moan as you feel my wetness kiss your fingers.

“Move so I can see myself playing with this wet pearl.” You command as you thrust deeply into me and swirl your thumb around my clit.

Timing is everything, so I let out a breathy “OK,” and move again to face you. Reaching my leg slowly up to rest on your shoulder and placing my weight on my arms for balance. This small change gives us both what we want. I feel your fingers slowly pinch and stroke my clit as I continue to pump you in and out of me. You moan in pleasure as you watch your hand play with me and get wet.

Another moan of pleasure escapes as you feel the moist warmth of my center engulf you faster. I lift up until your head is the only part inside me. With a sudden downward movement, I sink onto your upwardly thrusting cock. Grinding against you when I feel you buried as deeply as you can go. We both cry out in pleasure.

I feel your hands move to my hips, showing me how you want me to move. Feeling your hands slowly slide down and cup my ass, squeezing the cheeks together as your nails curl into my skin.

Slowly, I begin to take all of you: moving you in and out; tilting my hips to adjust the depth you sink; my walls being stretched by your hard thrusting cock. Moving faster, hearing the slap of our skin as we grind together.

Kissing you as I move. Swirling my tongue into your mouth, withdrawing it, making your tongue follow, wanting to dance with it, to taste any cream that remains.

Reaching for the release of the orgasm I feel building, I pump faster. Feeling your hips thrust between my legs as I straddle you, I spread my legs to take you deeper. Your hands dig into my ass as we pump, you pull on me to slide my clit against your cock.

“AAAAAAAAH, yes baby,” I say as I hear you moan. I clench around you and buck my hips. Leaning up to arch my back, I feel your deep, hard stroke that sends me plummeting over the edge.

My walls spasm helplessly as we begin to cum. Your mouth closes over my nipple and sucks it hard as you feel my repeated tightening around you. My juices pouring over your cock, my scream filling your ears. Your moans are muffled by my breast in your mouth. Your thrusting hips delivering each squirt inside my spasming walls.

“Oh my God, baby,” I gasp as I slowly regain control. “Sorry, didn’t think I’d cum again or so quickly,” I say rather guiltily.

“No worries, mine was a little ahead of yours. And I was thinking the same thing. Usually, I need more time in-between.” You say. You get up from the bed and peek into the fridge. “Ah, good.” You say happily as you pull out the strawberries that were inside. You go into the bathroom and rinse them off. Returning, you see the can of whipped cream in my hand.

It was a great day that ended with not only a bang, but strawberries and whipped cream in bed. Who could ask for more?

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ernie wrote

very nice