Posted by red on April 22nd, 2007 in Girl Sex, Sex

My head was thrown back in ecstasy - Anna’s tongue was dancing along my VCH, pushing it gently into my clit through my clit hood. I was heavily aroused - we had just played for what seemed like hours and we’d spent a large portion of that with her draped across my lap. My body was begging for release, but the release it wanted was of the deeper g-spot variety. Thus, Anna’s nimble clit ministrations were pushing me further and further into that ravenous “fuck-me-now” state.

I sighed and tried to relax through it – enjoy the ride, so the speak. Sometimes I just get so greedy – I want to race to my orgasm, I want to just throw myself over the edge, I don’t care about what’s on the other side – it just needs to happen NOW. Of course, its so much better when I can enjoy the ride – being teased to eternity guarantees multiple capillary shattering climaxes. Having squirt after squirt torn from my swollen and aching spot guarantees a high so seductive that I dare not dream of it, for fear of disappointment if I can’t quite reach that place….

It was then that I realized the last song by “Massive Attack” on my Itunes playlist was finishing. Strands of worry started to creep into my focus, slowly tearing me away from the pleasure building between my legs. Itunes was playing alphabetically by artist, and unfortunately my library is eclectic to say the least. For all I knew death metal was about to start blaring through the apartment, shattering the dreamy and seductive bubble that Anna and I had so carefully created.

But them something appropriate started playing – something light, airy, sexy and most importantly, non-intrusive. I relaxed and let my self drift again, responding to the aching in my body, gasping as Anna’s fingers finally plunged into my starving cunt. She wiggled her fingers, she plunged them in and out. She massaged and beat my gspot with her fingertips and then she simply pressed it as her tongue continued to tickle and tease my clit. I was riding the path she was drawing me along, my body relaxed and ready to let it wash over me. I felt it escalating before me, the crest was quickly approaching and I let myself slip languidly over the edge. I surged and bucked and cried I did a loop-de-loop under Anna’s fingers and tongue. Time passed but we stood still, stuck in that moment for what could have been forever.

We broke apart and embraced, lips finding lips and necks and ears and shoulders. We cuddled and caressed and slowly left our bubble, reintegrating with the rest of the world. In the background, I noticed there was (thankfully) some completely different, but equally unintrusive music playing.

Anna and I stayed where we were – kissing slowly, hanging onto the moment, resisting the inevitable end to our time together. We shared thoughts on how unfortunate our recent multi-month hiatus had been, and how much we’d missed one another. It was tender – a sharing I had no idea I’d been missing so strongly. It was good. Very good.

But then, of course, the inevitable happened. The next song on my Itunes started to play, and I immediately recognized the song – it was one from my ‘cheesy 90’s’ collection. I tried to shut it out – to stay wrapped in Anna’s embrace in that little world between us for just one more moment – but it didn’t happen. Anna’s eyes met mine as the familiar riff gave way to the familiar refrain.

Can’t Touch This

She smiled and I couldn’t help it, I started to laugh. Our bubble burst but at the same time, getting back into the real world when you’re laughing isn’t such a bad thing.

“I’d better go take care of that.” I said once I calmed my giggles.

And this is the beat…uh…you can’t touch

A wise friend of mine once said that you have to accept responsibility for everything on your Ipod, no matter how “accidentally” it might have ended up there. I couldn’t help but think of that as I fumbled toward the stereo. Serves me right for having MC Hammer in my Itunes

Break it down. Ohw-oh-oh-oh-ohw-oh-oh-oh.

I couldn’t find the off button fast enough.