Posted by red on July 6th, 2005 in Girl Sex, Sex

In her car that night, she was splayed before me. The soft moonlight reflected off the glistening sweat all over her skin. She was worn from an earlier orgasm, but I wasn’t finished with her yet. Kissing her neck I let my hands roam all over her body, greedily consuming her soft skin with my palms, overdosing on the feeling of her velvety curves. I let my hands glide lazily along her breasts, over her nipples, down her abdomen and to her radiantly hot pussy.

I’d enjoyed a fantastically cheesy enchilada at a local Mexican joint earlier. Anna and the Kid ate chimichangas and laughed about camping in their youth. We all gorfed down outrageously big margaritas and creamed our pants about how good the food tasted. It was so natural, but when I stopped and thought about the intricate little web of social interactions sitting around our table..my my. This is all still so new to me. And intimidating.

I let a flinger slip inside her -oh god she was so wet. Another quickly followed as I let myself build up to that frantic pace. Angling into her at the magic angle, my finger pads massaged her g-spot as I moved a third and finally a fourth finger into the mix. Forming a bundle of fingers with my hand, I used my other to stabilize my wrist and to drive forward more firmly on target. Hey pussy rippled around my intrusive hand in tandem with her ragged breathing. When she came, she squeaked and her pussy erupted, spraying up my wrist and all over the car seat, clenching, sucking, and consuming my fingers.

Later that night, as I walked in the door and collapsed on my couch, worn out and smelling of sex, I realized my wrist was aching. My hands appear to dislike doing that ‘come hither’ motion ad infinitum. Repetitive motion indeed. Examining my wrist I noticed that the hemp bracelet Anna had made for me – the one she had given me earlier, the one I had been wearing all night – was soaked through with wetness, no doubt mostly due to the multiple sopping sprays I helped her coax out. I smiled to my self as I unknotted it and placed it on my coffee table.

No doubt I’ll think of that fact every time I wear it in the future.