For a few months I’ve had this nagging pain in my hip. I’ve tried working with my chiropractor and massage therapist, as well as daily yoga and stretching. I’ve scaled back my workouts and take the car or bus a little more often than I walk. The other day I finally broke down and made an appointment with my doctor, but unfortunately the appointment isn’t for another week.
Most of the time my hip pain is just a mild annoyance, others it bothers me enough to pop a pain reliever. And then there are times, like today, when it aches so badly I can barely get off the couch. I’m certain all of the dancing in my friend’s living room at a birthday party with Vincent last night is the cause of today’s extra agitation, but I had such a good time I wouldn’t go back and change a thing about the evening.
Vincent and I were supposed to go shopping together today to pick up some things for his new apartment, but I just couldn’t bear it. I’m sure he was disappointed, but we compromised and he picked me up on his way home from the store so I could keep him company on the couch while he hooked up his new home theater system.
Before long we were spooning on the couch watching reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (perhaps not the best test of a new system, but still fun). His hand crept under the waistline of my pants and I felt an exciting tingle between my legs. As his fingers crept into my underwear, I was surprised to realize that as the desire built inside of me the pain in my hip was quickly subsiding. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back into his chest as he worked his fingers inside of me. I moaned and spread my legs apart wider.
Finally, he whispered in my ear, “should we go into the bedroom?”
“Yes!” I said.
When we reached the bed I quickly stripped off all of my clothing and jumped under the covers. He was soon laying naked beside me, kissing me and working his fingers back into my pussy. I wrapped my hand around his cock and began to stroke. He went back and forth between my clit and my wet hole with his skilled fingers.
“More,” I moaned. “I want more of your hand.”
“Whatever you want, babe. This is all for you.”
“Just be careful not to rub my clit too much or I’ll come.”
“It’s okay if you do. I just want you to feel good,” he said.
“But I want to come with your cock inside of me.”
I moaned louder as he put 3, then 4 fingers inside of me. God, yes, this full feeling was exactly what I’d needed. I’d forgotten about the pain in my hip completely and could now only focus on the delicious pain of his hand filling my pussy until it could barely take any more. Then, without warning, I could feel my pleasure building past the point of no return. I grabbed his hand to make him stop, trying to hold it back, but it was too late.
“Are you going to be able to hold it?” He asked.
“No,” I said with a moan.
I let go of his hand and he pumped it in and out of my pussy as I came loudly. Once my orgasm had subsided he continued to slowly stroke my pussy. “Do you still want my cock in you?” He asked.
He rolled on a condom and gently climbed between my legs as I lay on my back. Although I didn’t come again (I rarely come twice in one session), the sex was fantastic. It wasn’t long before he came and we were lying naked next to each other in a sweaty heap.
“Does your hip feel better?” He asked.
“Well, it felt awesome all through that.” I told him. “Unfortunately, now that we’re done the pain is coming back.”
“Do you need me to fuck you again?” He asked, half jokingly.
“No,” I giggled. “But that was a nice relief.”
Now that I’m back home attempting to get some housework done, I find myself considering another orgasm for temporary pain relief. Lucky has to leave soon, so he doesn’t have time (although I’m sure he’d love to help). I guess the question now is whether I should call Vincent to see if he’s free again or just crawl in bed and take care of it myself.