I was home. With hand covering eyes and allowing the light to stream in between the small crack between my fingers. It was still not enough to keep that energy bolt from nearly popping the top of my head off. Then the memories began to come back. Just flashes. Thoughts . Visions. Tableau’s of the night before.
“Oh….Now I have gone and done it.”
We are way too close to the room where Jim is sleeping the sleep of the lush. But Lynn has her leg up on the room radiator giving me delicious angles and attacks to her sopping slobbering pussy. While she flexes up and down on her toes I grind, thrust, pierce and pummel with merciless vigor, causing every pipe attached to that radiator through the building to bang like mid winter. But it is not mid winter. It is my passion being unleashed on, over, into, and out of this slender, flexible little fuck monkey. She is a marvel of sinews and taut muscles grinding away with abandon on my every thrust. My hands grasp her tits as she raises her leg to the window sill over the radiator. But Lynn is not thinking of the noise. She just grunts.
“Deeper. Deeper.Yeees . Right Theeeerrrrreee!”
With that she lunges and nearly tears the window treatments off their rods
By George. This woman gyrates in perfect 4 / 4 time. Bravo.
we’re up all night to get lucky :)
Anything over a handful is wasted. I think she is too. Lost weekend anyone?
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Lynn clung to me raising her tiny little ass to meet my every thrust and our flesh met in a resounding slap only to have her butt hit the floor while I raised up as far as I could with out slipping out. If I was going to far Lynn would pull up to keep that precious contact of warm wet flesh on the tip of my cock.
She hissed in my ear, “Take me from behind. Fuck me like a little doggie I want to feel your hips slapping into my skinny little ass and feel you balls bounce my clit to the edge.” As she slide out from under me and assumed the position I marveled at how all was revealed. I had admired her butt in tight jeans to slinky dresses but now. Glorious. Skinny women leave nothing to the imagination from this angle, From pooper to twat nothing was hidden. Only my momentary urge for a bit of indiscreet buggery remained obscured. But considering the racket my little fuck monkey made while screwing, I would have to imagine a surprise rear offensive would wake the dead. Jim as well.
Just like one of those ducks that keep dipping their beaks in a glass of water.
I said the recipe needed a ball of twine. Not that it was necessary to twine my balls~ When the hearing starts to go that is just when the fun begins.
I love it when my lady is confident enough to man handle me every once in awhile…
“His words were like magic, and they put me at ease. He had convinced me with that one sentence that his pleasure would be borne of my pleasure. While it had never occurred to me that I might want to be fucked by a mysterious stranger, it suddenly seemed very possible that this might be exactly what I wanted.”
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Jim and I had flown in first thing that morning from L.A. Since we came into Chicago that meant we did not get to the editing house until early afternoon. The editors had received the rushes first thing in the morning so by the time we arrived they had been synced and were ready to screen. We watched, added our two cents, and then left the editors to do their thing. We met up with Jim’s girlfriend Lynn. We had both known her for years. I was on own my own these days after the destruction of my own eleven year relationship by my career. Lynn and Jim were a newer item with Lynn still tolerating the vagaries of having a significant other in the advertising business.
Well it had been a long day already but that never stopped Jim or I from living everyday to the fullest. We had nowhere to be until Monday, Jim and Lynn had been parted for about a month so we celebrated as only the young and dumb celebrate a mere month of separation. JIm celebrated to excess as usual.
By the end of the evening Jim had his head on the bar snoring. The good thing about being a regular at this watering hole was that the cops were not called. The bad thing about being a regular at this watering hole was that Jim was served to this excess and the cops were not called. But the best thing was that the management knew we all took cabs so none of us were getting behind the wheel of a car to do serious damage. At least not in a vehicular manner.
Lynn knew she would need help getting Jim home, so she made sure I did not leave without them. But on this night as Jim slowly drifted off into a bar room snooze, Lynn drifted closer and closer to me with more than her usual penchant for physical contact. Certainly more than necessary to ensure that I remained on as a drunk assisting another drunk with a third drunk in tow.
I also have to confess the thigh, hand and eye contact that night might have put the idea into my foggy little monkey brain that tonight may be more than the usual help Jim up the stairs to bed evening.
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