The View From My Knees

I’d been in a little bit of a rut these past two weeks. My mind and body were exhausted. My free time had been nonexistent, and what little time I’d found to write had been disappointingly unproductive. I’d lost my groove. I had stories to tell, but the words just weren’t coming together.

Even sex had lost its appeal. I felt like I was just going through the motions. I was still enjoying myself, but I wasn’t getting that intense electrifying feeling that usually pulsated through my body with each wave of orgasm. I almost didn’t care whether I had sex at all, and I let several days pass between encounters without noticing.

Sure, I was concerned. I began to question whether there was something wrong with me, physically or mentally. I hoped it was just a passing thing, and I was eager to get through it so I could feel like my old self again.

Then, on Sunday, my spark came back. I felt that familiar stirring between my legs and that electricity flowing through my body. I remembered what it was that made me so weak in the knees all those times. I remembered why my pulse quickened at the thought of a hard cock in my hand. I remembered how much I loved to be sucked and fucked until I was left in a blissful sweaty quivering heap on my soiled sheets.

It was one of those lazy Sundays. The Lucky Bastard and I woke up late and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast while playing video games. After breakfast, we decided to practice the swing dancing moves we’d learned at our first lesson the previous Sunday. Being seasoned procrastinators, this was the first time we’d practiced all week. In fact, this was the first time we’d danced together since the first ten minutes of class because the instructors had us constantly switching partners throughout the hour. Spending the entire lesson focusing on my footwork while getting twirled and spun by stranger after stranger, I hadn’t realized just how nice it would feel to have his strong arm around my waist, leading me to and fro. As soon as LB put his hand on my back, I started to get tingles. I was unexpectedly aroused by the way he skillfully led me through the dance, taking complete control of our movements as we Lindy Hopped around the living room. Each time he pulled me close to him, I felt myself wanting him more. I couldn’t help but smile and giggle as I met his eyes. He kept asking me what was so funny, but I just told him it was nothing and kept dancing.

After a short time, we decided that we had a decent grasp on the moves, and he asked what I’d like to do next. I kissed him deeply and pulled him toward the bedroom. We quickly pulled off our clothes and climbed under the blankets. He wet his fingers with his tongue and began circling the opening of my pussy before gently sliding a finger inside. As he continued fingering and touching, I began to stroke his cock. He skillfully alternated between stroking my clit and fingering my wet pussy, pleasuring me this way for 15 or 20 minutes. I began moaning and quivering, on the edge of an orgasm but unwilling to give in just yet. I could tell he was enjoying it too, by the amount of precome oozing from the tip of his penis, providing welcome lubrication to aid my hand as it slid up, down, and around his shaft.

Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer. The teasing had gone on long enough. I wanted him inside of me. I put my arms around his waist and guided his body on top of me, between my legs. But he wasn’t done playing with me yet. He slid down my body and put his face between my thighs. He licked and sucked my pussy as he fingered me. I moaned and cried out. It felt so good; I could barely keep myself from coming.

Then, finally, he gave me what I wanted. In one smooth motion, he slid his fingers out of my pussy and inserted his cock. He thrust it in as far as it would go and held it there. It was the ultimate pleasure and torture all at once. His cock was inside of me and it felt fantastic, but I wanted more. I wanted to feel him thrusting, pumping his cock in and out of me. I wanted to hear the slapping of skin against skin. I wanted to grab his hips and gyrate against him, feeling my clit rub against his pelvis. But I lay still, anxious to experience what he had in store for me. He slowly began to slide his cock in and out. His speed increased, and then slowed again. He continued this way for some time. Then, just when I thought he was going to let me come, he stopped and pulled out completely so that the tip of his cock lightly touched the opening of my throbbing pussy. It took all of my willpower not to grab his ass and pull him inside of me. I didn’t want it to end, yet I wanted to come hard. He had me in the palm of his hand.

He continued fucking and teasing me until I almost couldn’t hold it in. I could feel the waves beginning to ripple through my body, but I suppressed my oncoming orgasm with a deep breath. Concentrate. Hold back. Don’t give in.

“You don’t want to come?” he asked me.

“I didn’t think it was time yet,” I answered.

But it was time. Unable to stop it, I let the feeling take over as he pumped his cock in and out of my pussy. My orgasm took control of my entire body so that the only thing I knew at that moment was the intense pleasure pulsating from between my legs. My pleasure intensified when his moans matched mine and I felt him coming inside of me. My orgasms came in waves, one after the other. I came, then I came again and again until eventually I lost count.

When it was over we held each other close. We were naked, exhausted, and unable to move. We drifted in and out of sleep for the next hour as we lay in each other’s arms. Yes, there’s nothing like a lazy Sunday afternoon to put the spark back into a girl’s love life.