The pandemic sucks.
For the last year me and my gf M have been suffering the lack of social activities. While during autumn in our area it was still possible to go our and have a drink (just before curfew), after Christmas authorities imposed further restrictions, closing all bars and restaurants all day long.
Workload has also affected us. As I work from home and our flat is quite small, we don’t have a dedicated space for me to work, resulting in limited freedom for each of us. At the same time, in the last weeks I have increased my workload: I wake up early in the morning and finish just before dinner, leaving little time or energy for the two of us to mingle, discuss, exchange.
This stressful situation resulted in a somewhat dry spell. For over a week we had been saying to each other “Let’s make love tonight” in the morning, always resulting in neither of the two having the energy to actually go through with it.
Yesterday I have been on videoconferences all day. She left the house for work and I was on zoom. She came back and I was on teams. And she left again, around 5pm, and I was on meet. Busy day. But at 6pm I shut down all screens, and I realised it was the earliest I finished working in the last week.
I started thinking how I could surprise her when she came home. First off, the least mundane stuff: I did the dishes and rearranged the house.
Then, I saw a couple of candles in the living room, and said “Why not?”, lightning them on and creating a nice atmosphere.
I then thought: “Well if she comes home at this hour, she might enjoy a cocktail to relax”, and I prepared her favorite drink, the one she always orders at bars. (I’m pretty good at preparing it, as I worked as bartender during my college years).
The next idea was: “Well, the cocktail alone is not enough, I should prepare something to eat”. And so I made some hummus to go with the bread I home made two days ago.
I arranged the table in the living room, set the mood with some light jazz, and appreciated my effort: a relaxed room, with nice drinks and foods, ready for her to enjoy.
To finish things off, I took a shower and changed clothes. While I work I usually wear a simple t-shirt, so I wanted to shine and make a difference for her. I put on my best shirt, some nice jeans and great perfume.
She arrived home around 7pm. All the lights were out, except the candles in the living room. She entered the house cautiously, puzzled about what was going on. Like a good waiter, I told her to put down her coat, take her shoes off, and follow me in the living room. My attire made her curious, and she followed me.
I handed her her cocktail, instructing her to sit down and enjoy what I prepared. Her eyes were expanded in joy and surprise, trying to remember this moment for the future.
From there, we toasted to us, tasted the hummus and the chips, and chatted for over an hour. It felt like one of our first dates, when we dressed up to meet each other, when there was a tension in the air. I felt the same tension yesterday, a renewed love for her through this simple and (once upon a time) ordinary thing.
After some time, a good jazz song started playing, and I asked her to dance. Smiling, she took my hand and we move to the center of the living room. The candles made a special atmosphere. We moved together gently caressing each other’s head and backs.
After a couple of songs dancing, our hands started caressing more delicately. Our mouths kissing our necks, the hands roamed under our shirts, in an erotic way. We began exchanging deep kisses, not like the ones you give to say “Have a good day at work honey”, but the ones you give when you want to say “I fucking love you”.
“Do you want to make love?”, she asked me.
I declined: I wanted this to go on like this, increasing the pace slowly.
However, she had other plans. She started caressing my cock from outside my tight fit jeans. It was already rock hard, to say the least.
She pushed me on our couch. She removed her pants and walked towards me. I think she was planning to ride me like we did [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildcouples/comments/kr2x6k/our_grainy_lovemaking_session_mf/)
I, like her, had other plans. As she tried to embrace me, I pivoted her and pushed her on the couch at my place. I kneeled in front of the couch, and started caressing her legs. She was already wet. My mouth gently neared her pussy. My lips started kissing wherever possible.My tongue, shyly caressed her: first touching a little, and then at full force.
I alternated between circles around her clit and pushing my tongue deep in her pussy. Judging from her moans, she was enjoying this.
I wanted to increase the sensations for her, and so I inserted my middle finger in her, continuing my circling on her clit with my pussy. This went on for a while, with increasing moisture and wetness coming out of her and all over my face.
I now reached a semi-trance experience. While usually I eat her out flicking my tongue with speed, at this point I started eating her out like I was making out with her clit: gentle and slow, like an erotic kiss. The same “I fucking love you” kisses of before.
I was still in jeans and shirt. My shirt was covered in her juices, and she was laughing about it. To make it even more funny, I used my sleeve to clean my wet face of her moisture, to her surprise.
I removed my jeans and underwear, and kept my shirt on. I knew she liked it. I aligned my cock with her pussy, and slowly entered. She was so wet I entered without problems. It was in the exact same position of [this gif of ours](https://www.reddit.com/r/The_Best_NSFW_GIFS/comments/kv15hh/memories_from_last_summer_part_2/). I gently moved in and out, exchanging kisses with her and caressing her face and hair. My cock got wet really fast, thanks to her excitement and me eating her out.
But I wanted more. We removed our last clothes, remaining naked. I turned her on the long side of the couch, and I raised her hips. I entered her again, in the “athlete” position. Yes, we already [posted our lovemaking in this position as well](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewild/comments/fpubmq/i_love_having_breakfast_in_bed_and_you_m_f/). I have to say, this is one of my favourites. I get to watch her in the eyes, and I can control the depth of penetration.
Her eyes were showing how she was enjoying the situation. Her nice tits were shaking in front of me. Her hands all over me, massaging my shaft and balls as I entered and exited her.
At this point, my excitement was reaching a pinnacle. I pulled out and shot my load all over her, making her smile and laugh for my pinpoint accuracy in hitting her nipples.
We relaxed and embraced on the couch, enjoying the bliss of the moment.
As we stood up to clean up, however, we realised that the couch had a large wet spot. We jokingly started exchanging blames on who was the culprit. Even if she pointed out that given the amount of cum I shoot each time it was plausible to be “my stuff”, we agreed that it was the result of my eating her out.
We cleaned up, dressed, and hugged again on the couch to watch Netflix, sitting on that wet spot like proud kings on a throne.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l7mefr/how_enjoying_a_romantic_break_from_the_pandemic