Sunday, February 1, 2015
Playing with David
"I know, that's why I opened another button on my shirt." I said with a playful smile. I ran my fingers down the collar of my shirt and played with another button. "How distracted do you think you'd be if I opened one more?" I asked. My shirt was already open low enough that the center of my bra peeked over the edge. One more button would have exposed it, and a generous amount of cleavage, scandalously.
"I don't know, I'm just trying to get through this turn," he said with a smile.
"I'm sorry I'm distracting you," I said, moving around behind him and slipping my arms around his waist. "I'm just having a hard time keeping my hands off of you." I moved my hands down to his hips, then slid one around the front and massaged the bulge in his pants for just a moment before returning to his hip. He made a noise that was a cross between a laugh and a groan. "Aww, what's the matter, tiger? Is your turn over?"
"Not exactly," he said, and turned to face me. The ball rolled past the flippers and into the drain, ending his game. He slid his arms around my waist and looked me in the eyes. "What do you say we get out of here and go back to my place?"
"Hold on," I said, and peered over his shoulder at the machine's display. "Oh good, I just wanted to make sure I beat you. Yeah, let's get out of here."
When we finally arrived at his house, we didn't waste any time. We tossed our coats on the dining table and hurried upstairs to the bedroom. He turned on some music and arranged some ambient lighting while I undressed and crawled into bed.
"Is this an electric blanket?" I asked, snuggling up under the warmth radiating from the covers.
"Yep. It's pretty much the only thing that makes these cold nights tolerable."
"The only thing?" I asked, and sat up just enough so that my breasts were exposed. I casually played with my nipple ring and smiled at him.
"Mmm," he moaned. "Okay, maybe not the only thing."
"Are you done fiddling with that light yet? Get over here!" I ordered.
"Yes ma'am," he said, and walked toward the bed, leaving a trail of clothing behind him. He dove into the bed next to me and we immediately began kissing and groping. I lightly stroked his cock as his hand traced its way down my body and around my vulva. His fingers moved lower and he circled the opening of my vagina for a moment before gently penetrating. I moaned, as a wave of pleasure went through my body. He worked his fingers in and out of me, slowly and gently. He inserted another finger and began to work his hand faster and more forcefully. The feeling of his hand vigorously thrusting in and out of my pussy pushed me so close to the edge that I could no longer concentrate on his cock. I let go and allowed myself to get completely lost in the thrill of what was happening between my legs.
"Oh god yes," I groaned. I could feel a familiar pressure building up inside of me and I grew eager to feel its release. I gyrated my hips forcefully against his hand. "Yes, yes, yes!" I called out as I got closer to the edge. "Oh fuck, yes! Fuck! Oh god yessssss!" Pleasure flooded my entire body as I came. His hand slowed, but didn't completely stop. Each stroke caused my now overly-sensitive pussy to send intense waves up my body, like the aftershocks of an earthquake.
Finally, my sensitivity died down completely. He pulled his hand from between my legs and slipped it around my waist. He held me close and kissed me. "You are so fucking hot when you come," he said.
"Mmm. Thank you. I enjoy doing it for you." I sat up and playfully pushed him onto his back. "Now, let me show you my appreciation." I kissed his lips, then made a trail of kisses down his chest to his stomach, then further down until my lips met the base of his hard cock. I kissed him down around one side of his pelvis, then back up and down around the other. Then, I gently put my tongue on the underside of his cock and slowly licked up the shaft. I circled the head lightly before putting my entire mouth around it and slowly pushing his cock down into my throat.
"Ohh," he moaned.
I slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth, each time getting him a little deeper into my throat until finally my lips reached all the way to the base. I gagged slightly and pulled back, then went up and down a little more quickly, albeit not quite as deep. I pulled my lips all the way to the tip of his head and placed a hand around his shaft. Using my spit as lube, I stroked his cock with my hand a few times. Then, I pressed my lips against the top of my hand and used both to stroke his cock at the same time. His moans and gasps grew louder as my strokes went faster, until it sounded as if he might come any second. I slipped his cock out of my mouth and kissed up his body until I'd reached his lips.
We kissed for a few minutes, then he pulled away and said, "Can I fuck you now?"
"Please do," I said with a smile. He got up and grabbed his jeans off of the floor, digging into the pocket for a condom. "Oh hey," I said. "While you're up, can you load that bong so we can smoke a little pot first?" Marijuana is one of my favorite aphrodisiacs. Not only does it help my mind relax, it makes my body respond intensely to every tiny sensation. Sex with David was already fantastic. Sex with David while stoned was absolutely mind-blowing, and I was in the mood to have my mind blown.
"Absolutely!" He loaded a bowl and handed the bong to me. I took a hit and passed it to him. He took a pull off the bong, then placed it on the floor. "Now, where were we?"
"Here," I said, moving down his body. "Let me rewind a bit so we can catch up." His cock had softened just slightly during the time it had taken to grab the condom and load the bong, and it only took a moment in my mouth to get it right back to where it had been. I moved back up his body and kissed his lips as my hand stroked his cock.
"Ohh," he said, with a slight giggle. I could tell the weed was starting to take effect. His body was becoming more sensitive, his responses more intense. I kissed down his neck and chest until I reached his nipple. I circled it lightly with my tongue. "Mmm," he said, with a slight shiver. My hand lightly stroked his cock as I continued to kiss his chest. He closed his eyes and let out a variety of oohs and ahhs as his body quivered in response to every touch. I knew exactly what he was experiencing, as I'd experienced it many times before while under the influence of various drugs. His body had become a playground. It didn't matter where or how I touched him. His senses were so heightened that every kiss and caress sent waves of pleasure through his body. I must have spent the next half an hour playing with his body, stroking his cock, tickling his balls, caressing his stomach, tonging his nipples...It was exciting to be on the other side of the experience for the first time, and I could see why past lovers had enjoyed it so much. Even thought I knew it was the drug that responsible for his intense reactions, there was a certain power in knowing that my touch could bring him such pleasure.
As much fun as I was having with his body, the throbbing between my legs reminded me that my body longed for his touch, as well. I leaned over and kissed him while gently taking his hand and guiding it down between my legs. I continued stroking his cock as his fingers made their way into my moist hole. I gasped, and my stroking grew more intense with each thrust of his hand. It felt so amazing that I was afraid I might come. I pulled his hand away and whispered, "Fuck me." He rolled the condom onto his hard cock and crawled between my legs. From the moment he entered me, I was on the edge. I closed my eyes and lost myself in my heightened senses. "Oh god," I moaned. "Oh fuck yes."
It wasn't long before I felt his body tense as he grew close to orgasm. His moans grew louder and more urgent until, finally, I felt his entire body shudder and he cried out with intense pleasure. My own body responded by pushing me over the edge, so that my climax joined his. We moaned and held each other tightly as our bodies shivered in a blissful release.
Afterward, we lay naked in his bed, our bodies pressed against each other as we drifted off into a satisfied sleep.