Hump Day

I thought maybe it was a little late to start an involved sort of session, but I was so wrong.

So, where was I? Oh yes.

Spread-eagled, face down over some pillows that raised my hips, blindfolded, tied, Michael Buble in the headphones so loud and close it was like he was in my head. And the teasing began. Light at first, up and down my spine, tracing my buttocks, deliciously close to my pussy and then out and away again. If I could purr, I would have. More teasing, more tantalizing, a little more pressure, fingernails - just enough to be a little bit dangerous. Enough to make me wet. I imagined your tongue licking me and got even wetter. And the teasing went on.

How long did you stroke me, tickling up my inner thighs, around my mound, across my buttocks, along my sides? I could feel my skin prickling all over with goosebumps. "You were right," I said to the empty air. "There's no rush." Fuck me until 3 am, I thought. Who cares what's happening tomorrow - when we have to get up, what needs to be done? Just don't stop. More stroking and then licking - again you teased me - around my center, dipping closer. The first couple of orgasms soaked the towel beneath me. Delicious. But they weren't the earth-shakers. Not yet. I knew there was more to come.

More licking. Fuuuuck. It felt so good. I could feel my clit swelling under your tongue. And at some point I thought why the headphones? Why the blindfold? Did you bring someone else in? It was possible. I didn't think it was likely. But it was possible. And a little frightening. Just enough to heighten the anticipation. How many hands was I feeling, anyway? What or who was down against my ankle?

You pressed a toy into my pussy, opening me, stroking it into me. Were you licking my clit or sliding very wet fingers on it? It sure felt like licking. A kiss on my ass. But still working my clit. How were you licking and kissing at the same time? I felt a mouth on my ass, on the small of my back, a chest pressing against my pussy, grazing my rigid clitoris. A sense of urgency in the body behind me, sroking my sides, grasping my hips. It felt sexy. And still a little dangerous. I found myself gasping, tingling, panting.

I could feel the orgasm building, felt my feet lifting from the floor as my body grew rigid, fighting to meet the surge head-on, pulling against the ropes at my wrists like I was suspended or flying, climbing that wave, higher and higher until it crashed over me, soaking me, soaking you, soaking the bed beneath us, soaking the floor, my ankles getting wet. Such release.

And then you behind me, rubbing your cock in the molten pool of my pussy, sliding it into me, stroking into me. Those were your hands on me, no mistake. I felt another hot gush, knew it was flooding over your rigid cock, felt it splashing down beneath us. So good. A smack on my ass and some harder thrusting. Fuck yes. More please! And you obliged.

Yes! Harder! Thrust harder!

I felt you bucking against me, emptying into me. Another wave of lust rose within me and I was coming again as you finished. Another wave rocking me, bringing another flood of my juices as your cock slid out and brushed my clit. And then one more. Fuck, it was wet.

Happy Hump Day!