Staying Up Late
May 17th, 2006
“Can’t I just get you off with my hand?” he pleaded. It was 1:15 in the morning and I was finally falling into bed after a very busy Sunday. I’d been hoping to have time before bed for some fooling around, but, like most Sundays, time had gotten away from me as I was busy getting chores done before the week started. Sure I was horny, but I was also exhausted and had to get up for work in 5 hours. It’s unfortunate, but even a nymphet sometimes has to let responsibility get in the way of a good shag. (Don’t mind the slang, I like to pretend I’m British every once in a while)
“What good will that do? You’ll still be horny.” I countered.
“But I get some satisfaction from getting you off,” he replied.
It’s statements like these that remind me of why he is The Lucky Bastard: It’s late, we’re both tired and horny, and all he wants to do is get me off.
But I resisted. “No. Then you’ll just be hornier and more frustrated than you already are.” Our exchange went on like this for a few more minutes until we both started to drift off to sleep. As I cuddled closer to him, I started to think about what I had just turned down. The man laying next to me was aching to be inside of me, just as I was eager to be devoured by him. Would we really let such mundane things as sleep and work get in the way of our desire? Not a chance.
I reached down and began stroking my pussy. I slid a finger inside. “It’s awfully wet down there,” I whispered into his ear. I took his hand and placed it between my legs. Almost automatically, he began rubbing my clit. I reached over and stroked his cock. As he withdrew from his impending slumber, I could feel him becoming erect. His fingers worked their way inside of me and I moaned and gyrated in time with the thrusts of his hand.
Still tired and aware of the late hour, I didn’t want to waste too much time with foreplay. I pulled him on top of me and between my legs. He entered me slowly. Each slow, steady stroke sent waves of pleasure through my body. Tonight we didn’t need any fancy techniques. We didn’t need any fantasies or toys. I didn’t yearn to be fucked hard and fast. The slow passion was pushing me to the edge of ecstasy, and it wasn’t long before I crossed right over the line. My soft moans grew louder and louder until I peaked, yelling out “Yesssss!” just a he began his own climax.
When it was over, we barely had time to separate our naked bodies before we were both drifting off to sleep. The next morning I awoke to find that I was still exhausted and late for work, but the memory of our bodies connected so passionately in the night was all I needed to get me through my day.
Filed under: Experiences | Tagged: lucky, tired
