After an [incredible experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hebygc/finally_found_what_ive_been_missing/), you might have thought I’d have been satiated.
Nope. Not only had I had a taste of what I’d been missing out on; not only was I making up for an intensely lonely lockdown; not only did I have a chance to fulfill long-hidden dreams on a willing, curvaceous partner, I was ovulating, and horny as hell. I wanted more. More, more, more, and now.
I felt like a teenage boy; given the opportunity to have hands and mouth all over a set of breasts, I wasn’t going to pass it by. Plus I have slutty hands when I’m half-asleep. As we dozed together, cresting briefly into wakefulness when sleepy explorations grew exciting, my need grew.
The curtains grew lighter, and the dawn chorus began. I finally gave in to the urge to wake her fully and thoroughly.
Kisses where neck meets shoulder made her stir. I rested my head on her shoulder, and traced slow delicate spirals from the outside of one breast, slowly, so slowly, closing to the beautiful nipple at the centre, but never quite getting there. A full circle just outside her areola, and out to the edge, with slow, slow, spirals back in, again and again. Her nipple firmed without being touched, and her breathing roughened in a way that made a pulse start throbbing in my pussy.
She opened her eyes and smiled at me, those beautiful dark eyes crinkling at the edges. “Good morning,” I said, and bent my head to her breast, finally finishing the spiral to the centre with my tongue. I sucked her nipple between my lips as she gasped a reply.
We lost an hour in expanding our map of pleasure, exploring each other’s breasts until the hills were well charted and we were ready to move on to the caves of… okay, this metaphor has defeated me, but you get the idea. We both like boobs. A lot. And although I’d never been that keen on having my nipples played with, especially after I had kids, the way she touched me was extraordinary.
I was dripping, literally so excited that I was making a wet spot on the sheet, and she hadn’t even touched my pussy yet.
Finally, she did, and while I didn’t repeat the previous night’s feat of coming from a single touch, it wasn’t far off. A few moments of her fingers sliding between my delicate folds, through my glorious slipperiness, and I could feel that pulsating pleasure building in me. My pelvis moved uncontrollably against her hand as my chest flushed and my breathing sped up. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” I gasped. “Don’t.. stop.. I’m gonna…”
And I did.
I’m pretty sure I saw stars painted against my eyelids, all those cliches of fireworks bursting in my brain and in my cunt, as I came.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped, when I could finally speak. She laughed, and kissed me thoroughly. The kiss continued as I slid my hand down to her pussy, spread her lips, and teased her clit. I used all the tricks that I enjoy, responding to her breathing and movements. As I grew in confidence and familiarity, I deliberately eased off from the speed and pressure I was using to stroke over her clit. When I heard her protesting whimper, I grinned to myself.
“What was that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow in mock confusion.
“Hrrmph,” she replied, in pretend frustration.
“Use your words,” I told her, encouragingly. “Tell me what you like.”
She giggled. I used the opportunity to demonstrate some of the options on offer. “Do you like this….?” A finger glided from slick entrance to clit, over her hard nub, and back down, over and over.
“Mm-hmm,” she gasped.
“Or this?” Two fingers swirled gently over and around her clit, teasing her in a way her breathing had already proved she enjoyed.
“Mm-hmm!”
I paused, my fingers making only the barest of twitches, just enough to tease. “So? Use your words. Tell me what you want.”
“Please!”
“Please, what?”
She whimpered. “Please… stroke me like this.” She put her hand over mine and guided my fingers up and around her clit, over and around, over and around.
I kissed her shoulder as I followed the path and pace she’d set. “Good. Good, good.” My kisses trailed down to her nipple, and I sucked in time with my fingers, building that pulse within her.
Her pelvis danced my rhythm, and then started to lead. I followed her cue as she sped up, stroking faster in time with her thrusts and her breathing, and her delightful “oh.. oh..!”s.
It was exhilarating to touch her, and I could feel my own pulse accelerating. I ignored the clitoral clamourings of my hormones, and kept my attention on giving her pleasure.
It paid off; her sounds of delight crescendoed in volume and pitch to a subito silence, and she crushed my fingers against her clit as she shook through her orgasm.
We basked in the afterglow as the morning light strengthened, kissing and laughing together, until an anonymous tummy rumble lead her to volunteer to make breakfast in bed. I wasn’t going to say no; I don’t say no to much. As she clattered cheerfully around in my kitchen, I stole the opportunity to sneak my Satisfyer out from its box and fit one more gasping orgasm in. Ovulation, what can you do, right?
We spent the remaining fragments of the morning, and part of the afternoon, pottering around as we had on other weekends, but now with added kisses and gropes. As the afternoon passed, the realisation that my kids would soon be home, and that it would be two weeks before we could see each other again, started to sink in.
It was going to be a long fortnight… except as it happens, it wasn’t.
But that’s a story for another time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hfecwg/ff_the_morning_after_the_night_before
Love it. Super love your reddit handle too. Hehe
Enjoyed the update as much as I enjoyed the original ;)
Hot!