I Knee’d That (L)

This story contains explicit language (L).

On Sunday night, Kristie and I retired early to the bedroom.  After I got ready, I went to set up the room.  We recently got a cool light that shows some random stars and colors on the ceiling, and I switched it into “sex mode.” The color feature has red, blue and green—sex mode is red.  I also turned on my new favorite sex channel on Spotify: Sexy Times (Smoother) compiled by Jason Roscoe Sheets.

I stood at the doorway to the bathroom as Kristie finished getting ready.  She was naked—my perfect lingerie.  The song playing was sooo sexy.  It had a certain motion to the music that immediately got us moving together as we stood in the doorway.  I turned her away from me and moved her arms up to brace herself against the door frame as I began to touch and kiss her to the entrancing sway of the music.  As I ran my hands up and down her front, back, and sides, tantalizing the more erotic spots without really going there, we began to move in unison to that beat.  I’ve never felt that kind of musical, erotic energy before.

Still standing behind her, I pressed my erection into her and held her close with my left arm while continuing to touch her body with my right.  Kristie broke away from my embrace and turned to face me.  We began to make out with abandon.  I don’t think we’re usually great kissers—even when we try, it just doesn’t light a flame.  However, Kristie’s kisses were on fire!  I held her head in my hands just the way she likes it, and she pulled me close.  She began to lower herself to her knees in front of me.

“Oh, Fuck! She’s going down on me!” I thought to myself.  This was getting hotter.  I held her face softly, and looked in her eyes for a moment then she opened her mouth and took in the head of my cock, holding the shaft with one hand.  She moved slowly and with a deliberate intention to build my pleasure—and hers.  This was the first time that she had ever gone down while on her knees like this.  Hot!

As she continued, I was really feeling her energy and getting hotter and hotter.  We knew even before we went to bed that this wasn’t a night for a quickie; we would be there for a while!

I picked Kristie up, and she wrapped her legs around me.  I laid her on the bed, then climbed on top, and we kissed some more. My hand explored up her sides, her abdomen, and held her incredibly firm breast.

Soon, I rolled off. I took a generous amount of lube in my right hand and began to stroke the outside of her pussy from top to bottom and back again.  Staying away from her clit, I put my fingers in a V shape as I slowly moved them alongside her lips, using just the right amount of firm pressure.  The lube made this so smooth.

We like to take foreplay slowly.  I pulled on her lips between my thumb and side of the hand and squeezed gently, pulling them and her hooded clit up and away from her body. Each time, I partially released and began again. I could feel her clit awaken and engorge her pussy as I press, pull, release, and repeat.  After a few strokes like this, I pressed my hand flat on top and moved it in circles, being careful to tease and not go straight for her clit.

Then she handed me a vibe and showed me that she wanted me to run it alongside her lips, just like I was touching her earlier.  For several minutes, I would go down one side slowly, then draw it back up while releasing the pressure so that only a fraction of the vibe’s action would be felt. Next, I’d pass it over the hood and then down the other side.  Occasionally, I moved from one side to the other, running the vibe over her the perineum. Her pussy—fully engorged, wet and beautiful—filled my vision as I lay between her legs, bringing her so much pleasure.  I began to add more movements along the side of the clit, still without really going after it.  Anticipation.

Kristie asked me to come up beside her. I took more lube in my hand and spread it liberally all over her swollen sex. Then I inserted my right middle and ring fingers, facing upward, and gently pressed against the back 1/3 of her G-Spot while using my left hand to stimulate her left breast and my mouth on her right.  She took her eroscillator with soft tip and began to build her pleasure.  I added and removed pressure on her spot, sometimes stroking, as several minutes passed.  (She takes 15-20 minutes of foreplay and 10-20 minutes of direct stimulation to com; always has.)

Sexy music was still playing.  The sex light was still softly lighting the room.

Kristie then came up on top, slid my hard dick into her pussy, and began to grind and vibe herself.  She asked me to remain still as she explored the depth of her pleasure.  Moving back and forth, she pressed her pussy down onto me.

Meanwhile, I held her slender waist, moving my hands up and down her sides. I reached up for her breasts; they defied gravity almost the same as the first time I held them more than 28 years ago. I also love to trace her shoulders and collar bone. She has great shoulders! But this wasn’t quite working tonight, so we returned to our last position.

When we got settled back, I again started pressing and stroking her G-Spot. I was becoming more intentional, using long, slow come-hither strokes as I felt her pussy soften and open up to that motion. She peaked herself with the vibrator several times, each time pausing (and I paused the G and nipple stimulation) and building again, until I could feel that she was now pursuing a climax. I resisted the urge to speed my hands and continued the lengthy strokes, slowly and using soft pressure, as I felt her G-spot become full against my fingers.

Then her orgasm came.  This one seemed a little longer than most, and I continued my motions, alternating between both fingers tightly together on one stroke and the next stroke having just a small gap between them (1 cm?) to bring pleasure to the whole G-Spot.  As Kristie came down, I slid my fingers out and pressed the heel of my hand against her for that post-orgasm pressure she enjoys.  For several minutes, I held her with an arm around her and my hand pressed against her.  I asked her, “Did you come?”  Some jokes never get old.  🙂

She asked me if I wanted to get oral while standing again, and I said yes. To reiterate, she had never given me oral from her knees before.  We laid a towel on the new carpet near the heater, and she looked up at me with a smile that was equal parts satisfied and savage.

She took my head in her mouth once more.  Even a year ago, she would never take me in her mouth if my dick had been in contact with her pussy.  Tonight, she was uninhibited, appreciative, and apparently hungry!

Kristie settled into a fun pattern of a certain number of shallow motions on the head then moving deeper.  Normally, I’m really good at counting, but it seems that, when I’m getting insane pleasure, those skills are lost.  Each cycle, she would give me several shallow motions then and increasing number of deeper ones.  I felt my heat rise with each deep motion but when she hit that secret number, she backed off.  I was holding her head in my hands, trying to both encourage her to go deeper and refrain from doing so.

She continued to build my pleasure with this pattern of shallow and deep, now wetting her fingers and reaching up to circle my nipples.  This left my dick unencumbered by her hand’s grasp.  Now I really needed my rational mind to hold me back from pressing her head all the way onto my dick, though I desperately wanted to do so.

Keeping one hand on her head, I reached the other down and grasped my dick at the halfway point where she is comfortable going.  The ratio of shallow to deep was now greatly in favor of deep, and I was getting so close.  Twice, I felt like I was going to come with one or two more deep strokes of Kristie’s warm mouth embracing my manhood.  But the number had been reached, and as she backed off, I could only softly mutter, “Fuck!”

Then next time she built me up, I could feel a powerful, deep orgasm brewing from that spot right behind the balls.  I’m sure that she blew right past that number and just kept going deep, and my orgasm blew!  I shot my load, some of it in her mouth, some on her face. And much of it dripped, down missing the towel and landing on the new carpet.  Nevertheless, we held each other, each of us very satisfied with orgasms that both felt great and gave us that connection of intimacy.

The next morning as we had our morning naked cuddle, I could feel some dried cum stuck in her hair.  Yes!