I woke up today to the sounds of a happy girlfriend busily working on some “honey-dos”, making a lot of racket, and the pup barking up a storm.
Why was she so happy? Could it be linked to why she’s walking a bit bow-legged today? Ohhh, yes, I pounded her last night harder than she’s been pounded in a good long while. Oooh, yes, my wrist and lower arm are a little sore, so I can only imagine how she’s feeling.
We went out last night. I asked her to wear a garter belt and stockings, since I think those are so incredibly sexy. She obliged and even wore a short dress to show them off. Damn, that girl has fine legs. I’ve never really thought of myself as a leg woman, but she’s got the legs, the butt, the boobs, the whole nine yards –and of course, my weakness, the eyes.
(and a lovely, delightful, sweet personality, and a mind-boggling intellect, in case she reads this)
Only one of our friends joined us for drinks, and he decided it was time to toddle home around 2. She came off the dance floor and sat down in my lap and started running her hands down my back and arms and nibbling my ear, and asked if I wanted to go home –I’d have to drive –or wait around until she sobered up enough to drive.
She didn’t have to ask twice. We got home and I very nearly pounced on her on the couch, but she pushed me off and had me feed the fuzzies. She ran upstairs while I did that, and I joined her just a minute later. A little bit of cuddling turned into a lot of kissing, and soon she was pulling on gloves over her long nails and I was trying not to rip her panties off.
I guess a couple drinks did her good – not long after that, she was arching into my hand, grinding, moaning, clutching at the sheets and writhing around… and she never really gets vocal, never really grinds and moves around like that. Just watching her was getting me hot, and I grabbed her hand and put it down between my legs. She was a little too distracted to do much down there, but I took care of business myself – all she had to do was hold her hand there and I wriggled against it.
I asked her if she wanted me to get a toy, but she was already too far gone to care about that. It seemed to go on and on, and I could feel her squeezing my fingers tighter and tighter then relaxing, then squeezing again, over and over. One last, long moan and she lay back, eyes closed, blissful smile. I scampered off to wash up. I came back, and she was nearly asleep. I had to pull the gloves off her hands for her.