thought of you and your upcoming vacation as i bedded myself last night. wife wasn't stirring, it was me in the moonlight and no one else, for all intents and purposes...and the aforementioned thoughts of you. so…
i took myself off to my nearby bathroom. boxers only. shut the door. leaned up against it. and with those thoughts hardened rather quickly.
it could have been this bathroom, or maybe the one at the lake where you’re visiting, or some hotel bathroom somewhere…preferably one with nice large mirror for self-viewing pleasure. (ours has one, who knows why, came with the house.)
i imagined you leaning back into me, swaying from side to side, your ass teasing me harder and harder still. leaning into me. so that your crack surrounded me, my hands pulled your hips closer, and closer still. your head fell back onto my shoulder and my hands moved northerly into your bedclothes and onto your breasts, fondling, holding, flicking, mouth-moistened fingers touching nipples, barely, barely touching, nipples hardening, hardening, standing tall.
and while you mmm’d your mmmm’s you admired our bodies in the mirror, and slid a hand or two behind you and got manual measurement of my hardness. lowered my boxers a bit and allowed my cock to fall into its comfort between your cheeks. a little movement here and a little movement there goes a long way in such circumstances.
one of my hands slid down, too, your legs spread a bit, enough to allow me, a slow, sensuous (of course) pass between them. two sets of fingernails (mine) grazed thighs (yours). soft, almost silent moans were heard (barely.) grinding into grinding continued.
with a soft tap, tap, tap on your labia, more fun ensued, your gyrations shifted a little, allowing me to think, that perhaps you liked this. and with taps becoming more languid passes between your moistened lower lips, it was clear that you were mine. breath short and getting shorter, my hand did due diligence in rolling, and rollicking in your fur, your flesh, a finger and two slid into you, your clit serviced with great attention, and you roiled into me with your first nearly silent orgasm. mmm’s told me “well done, very well done.” your lovely grinding bottom told me “more, more.”
and we did, with a small turn we faced the mirror, you spread further and i slid into you. one bit at a time, slowly, slowly, slowly entered, into your moist, wet, wanting cunt. and we watched each other fuck each other (anguished smiles looking back at us.) we tried slow, then slower, hands moving from here to there and wherever it pleased you/me/us, we kept sounds to a minimum, as we were acting rather covertly(maybe)then faster and faster still as fucked each other and and fucked and watched ourselves to our mutual O’s and had more and more of each other until we had all that we needed for that moment. that glorious moment.
oh, for that moment.
i imagined us in bed, starting a day, it was simple, not earth shattering. my hands on you, in you, and yours on me, and when we'd pre-played enough, you slid atop me, slid me into you and rode. me. into you. and i matched your rhythm,(me into you, me into you, me into you, meintoyou, meintoyou, meintoyou, intoyou, intoyou, intoyou, you, you, you.)
