Hurts So Good - Part III Final

I raised her hand off of me, looked at her and said,

'That's how hard you make me, but right now, it's all about you, and how good you are about to feel, because of me'.

She gulped as I helped her stand up still facing away from me. I slicked two of my fingers with saliva and slid them over her pussy lips. She responded by parting her legs just past shoulder width. I held my fingers parallel to the floor, as I pushed upwards applying pressure all over her pussy as I rubbed. She began grinding her hips, matching my rhythm.
With my other hand I rubbed, squeezed and caressed her ass as she swayed in front of me, my fingers parting her pussy lips slightly. I felt her wetness flow out onto me and she turned back just in time to see me licking a finger, then the next. I traced her ass crack several times, each time more deliberate than the next. I finally slid my hand underneath her, caressing her pussy once again, but this time, sliding a finger into her. She flared her knees out and put her hands on them as I scooted forward from the couch to sit on the edge. She gasped slightly and squatted down. My arm was now held outstretched in front of me as Michelle slid up and down my curled fingers. Her weight literally resting in the palm of my hand.
She would grind down on my hand as I slid my fingers up and down, in and out of her.
She needed to face me in order for me to hit her g-spot, so to her whining protests, I slid my fingers out, turned her to me and watched her eyes flutter as I inserted them back into her. I curled my index and middle finger just so, eliciting a sigh as a sign I had done right. I reached up to squeeze her breast and play with her nipples some more which brought about more sighs, more panting, more squeals and many more orgasms.
After a while I thought for sure that my arm would cramp up but unfortunately it went straight to numbness. I helped ease her down from her high, pulling her back to me and ravaging her body with my hands all over her. With one hand rubbing her clit and sliding in and out of her reddened pussy, and the other tweaking and pulling and stretching her nipples, I coaxed one last orgasm from her. She collapsed onto me, planting a nice long kiss on my lips. Didn't last long though because she curled up into me, her eyes closed and with a silly grin on her face. No problem I thought, I'll let her rest a bit, I'll catch some scores and then I'll say my goodbye. I knew she was fully out though, when I heard a score I was waiting for and yelled. With no reaction from Michelle at all.

I carried her up to her room, got her into bed, put a glass of ice water on her night stand and left her a note.

M -
Next weekend it's my turn.
-PFG
PS - You're a cutie when you're asleep.

She texted me the next morning to apologize for crashing like that and I said it was no biggie. She asked why I didn't stay with her and I said we didn't have plans for an overnight, and she countered with,

'I make a mean french toast, scrambled egg and sausage platter. I'll make it for you next time!'

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Next time was to have been yesterday however yours truly went on a 340 mile round trip journey on Saturday to attend 3 birthday parties in NJ and a 40th wedding anniversary party out in the Hamptons NY. WORST.RIDE.EVER.
I woke up Sunday AM feeling like ass- head pounding, fever, general malaise/blahness and a cough like you wouldn't believe. It took 4 Redbulls to realize that stuff just gives me an upset stomach and I'm not sure if that stuff is related to my overall shitty feeling. Wouldn't surprise me at all. As soon as she heard my voice, Michelle knew we had to reschedule. Tentatively for this Saturday but I think I already have plans, and she is not sure if she's going to a bridal shower that is also a long ways away - I said to just send a really nice gift and save herself!!

Hurts So Good - Part III ( of ?? )

I wound up and gave it the old college try, my hand landing firmly on her ass. Maybe it was because my watch was on my other wrist and the necessary weight to make the smack substantial was missing. A few more smacks and all I could muster out of her was a barely heard whimper. I could sense that she was a bit disappointed so I pulled her up against me and whispered into her ear,

'I guess I'll just have to practice smacking that ass of yours'.

She beamed a smile that just about lit the room. I moved the hair from the side of her neck and began kissing her ever so slightly, which caused an appreciative ass wiggle. Taking a chance, I gave her shoulder a harder than average bite, lingering for a bit knowing my teeth would leave a mark. And sure enough, a sigh of contentment could be heard from her. She began to lift herself up a little so her hand could fit between us, but instead of helping her with what she wanted to do, I put both of her arms behind her back pinned against my stomach [out of reach of where she actually wanted to go]. I held her in place firmly with an arm just below her neck, across her upper chest. Each movement on her part caused me to increase the force used to hold her still. Eventually she got the point.
I ran my free hand along the front of her body on top of her clothing. I tweaked her nipples through the cotton fabric that was her shirt until they were sufficiently at attention. I reached down between her legs to find her wet and it took me but a few minutes to get her fully soaked. By this time her head was resting back on my shoulder and I was alternating between nibbling on her ear and biting various spots on her shoulder and upper back.

I raised her shirt above her boobs and told her not to move as I removed my arm from restraining her. I cupped her breasts which caused her to slightly arch her back and grind her ass down onto me. I moaned softly into her ear as I brushed my fingers ever so slightly across her nipples. They stiffened up further and took each one between my middle and ring finger, lifting them up and away from her. For me, there really is no better sight than nipples pulled away from a woman's body, and shaken slightly so that the rest of her breast shakes as well. I kept a constant tension on her extended nipples, rolling them between my thumb and index finger now, varying the degree of shaking/jiggling as well.
Once I finished my playful assault on her nipples, I freed one of her arms and placed her hand right on my hardened cock which was bulging up in my crotch. She felt the dampness our tryst has produced so far and gave a pleasant squeeze.

I had other plans though.

Hurts So Good - Part II

As I think I've said before, the site that Michelle and I met on, is more of a dating site than it is a hookup site. Think Match.com lite. You answer some questions and get matched to other profiles. I took a look at ours and saw that we were

77% Match
75% Friends
45% Enemy

I'm guessing that the Enemy part is really opposites though I couldn't discern what topics we were opposite on. In our talks, there wasn't much that we disagreed on, at least that I didn't disagreee with her on. Knowing her as I think I do, she would have voiced a different opinion, but she didn't really. So maybe the site is a wee bit broken, methinks. Anyways...

This past Saturday we turned on the Cavs-Magic game, saw that King James was being sent home so we tried to find a movie to watch. Nothing really interesting on Fios. She didn't have much of a movie collection to choose from, and so I made a suggestion that you don't really hear anymore these days - 'Let's listen to some music'. We scanned the airwaves hearing everything from bluegrass, soul, to funk to hip-hop to 80's metal. If I didn't think they'd be going out of business, I'd invest in Sirius radio as well.
So we end up on the couch, she's cuddled up against me, my arm is around her and we're just talking. After a somewhat lengthy explanation as to why I prefer plasma tv over an lcd tv, I realize that Michelle's arm is draped across me, somewhat lifeless. I remain quiet for a while and sure enough the only sound in the room is the music and her breathing. I ever so gently pick her arm up, remove myself from under her and put a couple of throw pillows in my place.
When I return from the bathroom and am about to leave, I see the pillows where I left them and hear Michelle walking around upstairs. I figured she woke up, realized she fell asleep on me and assumed I left, so she's getting ready for bed.

'Goodnight Michelle' I yelled as I walked to the door.
'Oh you're still here. Hold on, I'm coming right down'

I'm like, ok, about another 15 minutes before she falls asleep again, 40 minutes to get home, I should make it just in time for the late night SportsCenter and see if LeBron was able to pull of another miracle.
Michelle comes down in shorts and a tee and the front section of her hair pinned back with the sides and back hanging down; don't know what that hairstyle is called but it makes any girl look super cute I tell ya. She's very apologetic saying she didn't realize how tired she was but the nap has energized her and she didn't think she'd be falling alseep anytime soon. Double entendre? Perhaps.

We scan the Sirius stations, settle on one, and sit back on the couch. She's got her legs draped over mine, reminiscent of our first date, but now it's way more appropriate. We're sitting around just shooting the shit when a song comes on that immediately causes Michelle to bounce up. She starts dancing around, shaking what her momma gave her, throwing her hands up like she just didn't care. I was going to be daring and join her but the view from where I was sitting was too good to pass up. A song and a half later she's still standing in her living room, dancing the night away.
At some point she boogied her way in front of me and all I could do was lean back and enjoy.

'Ahhh, if only I had a couple of dollar bills to throw your way.'
'Sorry Sir, I only accept twentys.'

She parts my knees with her leg and gives me a devilish smile. The song in the background isn't in tune with her body's gyrations but if she was on stage, guys would be throwing money at her none the less. She does a spin or two and ends up facing away from me. She looks back at me and catches me staring at her ass which she dutifully shakes. She's shaking her booty and swaying her hips more then she is dancing, and I'm loving every minute of it. All of a sudden she steps back puts her hands on my thighs and sits down in my lap. That certainly gets my attention. She rises up by pushing down on my thighs and ever so gently rocks her pelvis just over me but enough that I can feel she is there. My hands were firmly planted on either side of me, much like in my lap dance days, until I realize - I'm in her house - the no touching rule isn't in effect. Unless of course she tells me not to. Which she didn't.

As I run my hands along her outer thighs, she takes that as an invitation to sit on my lap fully. I run my hands up and down her sides, her back, & onto her butt. She grinds down into me while she enjoys my touch, a slight moan escaping from her. I pull back on her hip while pushing at her lower back and she complies - she's now bent over from the waist, in front of me. She looks back at me and watches as I slide her shorts down, revealing a nice pink pair of boy short underwear.

At this point, I don't know what came over me, or what ethereal being took possession of my mind, body and soul, but at the moment that I slid her shorts down, and Michelle looking up at me, I just had an urge to give her butt a nice smack. And the moment I carried through with it, the moment my hand struck her behind, I knew it was hard. Hard enough that in my mind, I said to myself, 'Holy Shit, she's is gonna be pissed beyond all belief. I hope she doesn't own a gun'.
A split second later, I look over and Michelle is still bent over in front of me. I saw she was biting her lower lip, [no doubt to stifle a scream I thought], when all of a sudden she adjusts herself and is now looking at me from her other side. Her eyes have widened and she blurts out, 'Now the other side!'.

Whoa.