When the both of us passed our 35-year-old birthdays, and did not marry, or even have a serious partner, our parents no longer rushed us for anything. They knew, that my sister and I had applied for our own apartments, and it was understood that our separate lives would soon be further apart than ever. But until then, we had our own rooms, that were half here, and half not here – in carton boxes.
It was just another night, when I heard a soft knock on my door, before it opened slowly to dampen the creaking sound that never got addressed. A few footsteps in, and my blanket was lifted to accommodate another being. Way before the footsteps reached me, I had already wriggled myself closer to the wall, in a corner that I found to be quite comforting.
When everything had settled down to a silence, I waited, as a hand reached across my chest, and a face pushed up against my shoulder. The faint scent coming from her, instantly stirred up a gradual erection, for it wasn’t everyday I come close enough to her to smell ‘home’. For whatever reason we remained single, this, wasn’t what held us back.
As the hand moved downwards for my boxers, I took a deep breath in anticipation, of her fingers that would wrapped themselves around my dick. She knew how hard to grip me, just like how I know, to slip my hand over her thigh, and into her groin that her sleeping gown barely covered. Smooth, cold, and spread, my middle finger went straight for her clit, as she tightened her grip on me.
Her breaths came out hurried and shallow once my fingertip started vibrating, and it took her a few seconds to recall, that she had favours to return.
One of my (sleeping) quirks, was my extreme, sometimes-impractical, tendency to structure a fully-blacked-out, sensory-deprived bedroom. Since I was footing the utility bill, air-conditioning was present on most nights, for five hours minimum.
Despite being in complete darkness, I knew that her face was right in front of mine, subtle heat radiating from her forehead as air from our nostrils incited turbulence. While it wasn’t the first time our skins were in contact, our faces were, in fact, too close – to resist.
Our lips, finally touched each other’s, and we kept leaning, until our noses touched. I opened my mouth slightly ajar, parting hers, and stuck a tongue out, only for her to suck gently on it. As our tongues came out to play, our hands, became more adventurous. We turned our bodies on our sides, allowing our thighs to intertwine between and over each other’s. By then, both her hands were on my dick, and I had one one her supple Bs, and one between her legs.
Out of nowhere, she pulled away and pushed me back down on my back, slipping under the sheets to give me one hell of an intro to a blowjob. If not for the slack in the blanket that I pulled over my face, my low groan would certainly raise some suspicion. Quick, deep strokes swiftly threw me off world, arching my back as she sank her lips all the way down to my stubby pelvic. I had no scene in my head to replay, nor could I imagine someone else more ‘appropriate’, not while she was bouncing her head and down in my loin.
In the midst of that mind-blowing attack, I was struggling to reposition myself, to the centre of the bed. Taking blanket off both of us, I then shifted her little by little until her legs were at my shoulder-height. Immediately, she knew what I meant and lifted a leg over my face, then raising her chest to lay on my belly. I was, finally in place to give her a taste – with my tongue.
Unlike my other.. encounters, I had much less reservations about going down on her. Perhaps, I had seen what body wash she uses, which brand of feminine wash she owned, how clean she kept her razors, and where she left her epilator. Heck, I even knew when she showered. ‘Mmmmmmm!’, a suppressed moan echoed down my shaft as I began eating her out, going outright caveman style at the angle I knew I had little control over.
I just licked and sucked and tickled wherever she rubbed on my face, while breathing in whatever aroma she was secreting from her pussy. When she had her way with my dick, I already knew how long I would last, but if! If I could just disrupt her momentum, and distract myself at the same time, I didn’t have to wait till the next day, or time, she decide to join me in bed.
With a push of her arms, she peeled her chest off my body and dragged her hips off my face, sliding her pussy downwards until it met my dick. A quick spin brought her hands to my chest, and a single, up-down motion sent my dick right up her alley. Hot, and then tight, that was the sequence my member screamed, if it could. There was not a single pause in her movement right up to that point, and I was being rocked like a horse the next second.
Up and down she went, and black and white I saw, in my eyes that my brains couldn’t quite catch up. That electrifying sensation from my dick was shooting everywhere. Up my spine, into my arms, legs, fingertips, toes. Her fisted up hands on my chest told me she was going through the same, hitting whatever spot that made her so wild I thought I saw an evil smile in her direction.
While no alarms sounded in my head, I still went on to tap on her thigh, signalling ‘cum’. She knew what I meant and hopped off me at once, waiting for whatever supposed to shoot, ooze out of my dick. Yet, nothing came. Neither was I going to let her figure that out. Still shrouded in darkness, I carefully made my way behind her and nudged her back forward.
‘Tsk’.
In doggystyle, I was about to guide my dick (blind) when I suddenly felt an upward-grip on my erection. It was her, sticking her hand out from under her pussy, holding onto me, and leading me back where I belonged – inside her. My hips began moving on its own as I reached out for her shoulders, yanking onto them as I arched my waist forward to plunge it deep, without those slapping noises. As for her, she was up to something else. She threw loose bundles of blanket onto her back, then switched hands to pull them down her other side.
Right! At once, I padded her ass with the blanket and proceeded to hammer her as hard as I could, dipping all of my cock into her while producing no excess noise. Her face, buried in my pillow, also killed off any sound she made. In that comforting silence, I just let myself loose while pumping at her rear, both hands on her waist to steer, and secure the blanket at the same time.
After a long five minutes, my chest were covered in perspiration, and balls in her juices. I was reaching the end.
tap tap
Two taps on her thigh alerted her to my demise, and an outstretched arm pushed against my belly for signal. I slowed down to a stop and remained on my knees awaiting for further instructions. Her hands found me in the dark and led me back to my rightful spot in the bed, before parting my legs to sit between them.
With my head resting on the pillow, I was placed in my sleeping position, except her mouth continued to work. Moving her lips up and down my shaft, I could tell that she was gentler this time. Long, controlled strokes melted my brain into a pulp, filling me with pleasure and sleepiness with every motion.
tap tap
Two more taps on her head, and she got my message – or did she? The same motion, at the same pace, finally triggered my orgasm into an orifice that knew exactly when to stop, and go. Every spurt was assisted, every pump was excavated, every drop was so skilfully drained out. Six, six squirts were all I had to offer, from my then-emptied, refreshed, voided testicles.
gulp
‘i came twice’
‘when?’
‘WHEN?!’
The door knob clicked shut. Once again, silence in the room. She was gone.
buzz buzz my phone lit up.
‘Once when I am riding you. Once when you are behind. Once when you came.’
‘So three times?’
When I woke up the next day, it was noon. And in the living room, was my sister, still in her nightgown, just getting out of the chair with an empty coffee mug on the dining. She looked fresh, and smiley, until she bent over the table to reveal her bare pussy to me.
‘I made you coffee. In exchange for a quick one?’