Notes To My Sexy Girlfriend

Someone I followed a year ago gave me this story explaining erotic intelligence and Ive been intrigued ever since ...enjoy.

We have been together, for a while, without either one of us wanting to title our relationship.  It’s been roughly 10 months, the length of time needed to grow a new life, and life is good….. and sexy, and warm and tender.  We know how to make each other cum, we have our routines, and we know when to hang back and let be.

       I announce nothing, but I do have a plan.  We get up, no attention to his morning wood, and I make coffee and omelettes, his favorite, along with toast from the bread he made yesterday.  I have the same.  I pour his coffee and mine and bring my mug to my lips with two hands and look at him eat while I sip; hooded eyes and dilated pupils.  When he looks up, talking about what he needs to do in order to repair my shed door (something I’ve whined about for the last month); the tools and hardware to be purchased and etc. etc. etc, I smile and then look down at my coffee and say, “I’m with you dear, first mate and all that”.  Throughout breakfast I stare at his face, even when he’s not looking at me or talking and when he does look at me I am always looking first and wear a small smile.

“Well, you look happy, usually you’re so quiet and kind of grumpy in the morning”, he says.

“Hmmmm, I guess I am happy sweetheart, without any reason at all”.

bubble forming, ‘Ohhhh Kayyyy, wonder what’s up’.  

      We finish eating, he goes to the store and I clean up.  I shower and dress for a day outside, ready to do whatever he tells me he needs me to do.  I make another pot of coffee and some iced tea; I’ll pinch some mint outside and add it while it steeps on the stove.

   We’re in the back yard and he says the whole door needs to come off and he’s not sure it can be salvaged.  I’m handing him the tools and supporting the door while he takes off the hinges.  He sees me strain with the weight of the door and asks, ‘you alright babe, you don’t need to do this, I can….I cut him off, ‘nope I want to, I want to be with you today not off doing separate chores, besides it’s a favor for me’. 

OK, but just let me know if it’s too much.

What babe, you suggesting I need a safe word?  We both laugh, he shakes his head to himself, but his smile lasts a while and I know he’s delighted……he loves my humor, and I love that he loves it.

    We play like this, back and forth as we work to fix the door.  I am so not involved except to listen for my instructions because all I am about is sending my carnal thoughts across his airwaves.

     When he has his hands full of heavy door and some tool, I come up behind him and gently, firmly grab his ass with both hands and groan….Oh I like how this feels.

He turns his head to the side and says, be careful, you’ll make me drop this fucker on my foot.

      I say, no I don’t think so, you have a lot of stamina…you can hold it.

But I then move away and ask if I could bring him some ice tea, yes please he mummers

 I go inside and get us both tea, when I return I set mine in the grass and hand his glass to him.  He stops and drinks in gulps, and I watch his Adam’s apple move up and down, register his panting respirations as he comes up for air with the glass practically emptied.  I’m wet…..just from his sounds, and sweat and the entire presence of this man……my man.

     I reach up and pick some grass off his neck and he starts to pull me to him.  Oh just a piece of grass is all, and no let’s keep going…..we can get this fixed before sundown, I just know we can.

We are closing in on the end of the repair.  We’ve eaten lunch, replaced some of the rotten boards at the bottom of the door, primed and painted the entire thing and now are getting ready to replace the hardware and remount it to the shed.  I brought a fan out to relieve some of the heat, high of 85 today, hotter in the direct sun.  I’ve put ice in a cooler and a few dish towels to soak and place around our necks.  We’re comfortable.

 Door’s up, a few more twists of the screwdriver to tighten and I walk up in front of you as you tighten said screws, and replace your hot, drenched  towel with a fresh cold one from the cooler but, don’t let go; instead I pull both ends towards me and stand on tiptoe and kiss you.  You participate with a smile and then attempt to pull away to get back to that last little screw that needs attention but I don’t let you.  I pull with more strength on the ends of the towel around your neck and back into the kiss we go.  Your tongue enters my mouth and finds mine,  I slip my arm around your neck and moan into your mouth, then drop my hand to your cock, knowing just what side to find it on and I stroke with my palm and then with my knuckles from bottom to top and then pause at your crown. You were already hard, but I feel you grow more beneath my hand. I allow only a short time for you to break the kiss and speak with your lips on mine, as my finger and thumb massage circles around your tip. 

You whisper, ‘are you rewarding me for a job well done’?  

‘Nope, I’m rewarding myself for getting you to do it today, it’s been a month’.  

        You grab my ass with both hands and I press my mouth, open and hungry against yours, I find your tongue and then suck.  You groan and your hands start to pull at my top,  I bat them away and then they start to slip down the front of my pants and I come up for air and speak into your lips…..unh unh.  You frown, then smile.  

I whisper again, ‘your pre-cum is making a spot on your pants’….you look down at your erection re-adjust, seeking a little more give in your jeans and say, ‘no shit Sherlock, your hands won’t stop, I’m dying here’.  

I am so pleased.

      You speak again, ‘I don’t know what you’ve been doing to me today     but I’ve been hard all day long’.

       ‘Just feeding you, watering you and helping you fix the door’.

        ‘You know what I mean’, you say.  

        ‘I do’?

       ‘It’s the way you’ve doing all of that’.  

‘Oh, then yes I do know what you mean’. 

 With this I walk into the shed and suggest a christening of sorts and begin to undress, first my top, no bra too hot, and before I even unzip my shorts, you’ve stripped entirely to the buff and grab me, saying I’ll do that and shove your hand down the front of my shorts and gasp……’when did all this happen’? my my my I don’t think I’ve ever felt you this wet this soon’.  ‘It’s been going on all day’, I say.

You are more than pleased and apply pressure with your two fingers and slip right through and land on my swollen clit, you back out and cup my pussy and exclaim, ‘my god you’re so swollen’.  

Your little exam of my situation that you love to perform to verify, yes indeed you got me there.  You rather forcefully yank my shorts off and with those my panties as well and then growl into my ear……’spread your legs’, and I do, and your fingers are slipping and sliding inside of me then out and around my clit and you  become more feral, I try to steady my self and give counter pressure to keep us upright.

   You now begin to organize our efforts….you hike my left leg and place my foot on an old wooden crate, opening me up more, then you make another swipe of my pussy and groan, you say feel this, just feel this silk and you gently coat my bottom lip with the juices on your finger. My breath catches, the most erotic, dirty, sensual ….my mind is reeling, every sense blown wide open, my nostrils flare and pick up my musk, my juices drip onto my chin from my bottom lip while you watch my eyes close half way.  

You say, ‘taste it, taste yourself’…..I lick my bottom lip and then pull it entirely into my mouth, sucking.

      You are off like a race horse and just about as large……

you say, ‘I need to be inside you, don’t even touch me, don’t need any extra stimulation right now.’  

‘Ok, Ok….but not yet sweetheart’, me first.  

You look pained but immediately start kissing my lips again and pressing your cock against my right thigh while you work me, and I mean work….nothing gentle.  This heat and sweat and a full day of foreplay; two fingers plunge and curl to reach my G-spot and start fucking me; up and in and out.  I think a barked a little at one point….I heard it, the result of a gasp and cry at the same time…..a bark.  The sound of slurping and sucking, so specific to wet sex could be heard even above the noise of the fan.  Then you use that low hoarse grumble and start coaxing me.  My pelvis snaps toward your hand with each thrust…I’m loud when I fuck, it’s just who I am.  I think that’s why you whisper so low, makes me quiet down because I want to hear what you’re saying.

      ‘Do you want to cum baby’?  ‘Yes yes’.  

‘Now?’  ‘Yes but I need your thumb, please your thumb’. You whisper, ‘of course you do, we both know that….I’m just going to keep you here for a bit longer’.  

I feel like head butting you, but realize this would not further my cause at all.  I grit my teeth and slow down my 

and squeeze, moving up to your velvet underside I swipe your pre-cum with my thumb and spread it where I want it, applying more pressure I increase my tempo as I alternately stroke my wet thumb over the frenulum and encircle your cock with my fist and pump.  

You smirk and say…..’I’m not going to let you make me cum like this’

and then you give me what I want and your thumb finds my clit, presses and like a rocket I go off, I lose balance, my toes point, my calves contract and my back arches into a perfect ‘C’.

I’m digging my nails into your forearm and pressing your hand and fingers deeper inside me, then grab your thumb to take the pressure off my clit which is now so tender, intolerant of even a whisper of air, but I can’t lose contact yet.  We know how it goes. My vaginal muscles, my ass, all contracting over and over again.  My head’s on your shoulder and you’re holding me up with one arm and whispering in my ear….

‘there you go, I feel you, you are so perfect and beautiful when you cum, I could watch you for the rest of my life and never see every detail of your face, your voice, your eyes’

…..I think I’ve drooled a little bit on your shoulder.

     You withdraw your fingers then cup me and gently stroke in swaths and circles and then test my clit with your thumb, I jump and you shush me, saying, ‘just a minute more I think’.  You press again with your thumb and I moan and rock into it.  

You kneel and I say no, no and pull you back up as I turn my back to you and bend over, bracing my hands on a saw horse stored in the shed. 

I twist and look over my shoulder just in time to see you poise the head of your cock right at my sweet spot.