What is going on in here?? Why are we discussing topics such as fantasy baseball, gas pumping, dividing up assets with ex GFs, planning car trips and whatever the hell "ROCKGATE" is?? Whatever happened to stories about sharting or erotic love making? I'll save my sharting story for later, but as for erotic love-making.... get comfortable and adjust your pants:
My 22 year old "friend" lives with her parents who are very strict about everything including the fact that she is to be home and sleeping in her own bed every night. Her parents have been away on a trip for the last few days which meant 22 YO could do whatever she pleases (mostly me) I didn't have Little Zooks last night, so it was just me and the ever so tight 22 YO.
After watching a movie we went upstairs. After some innocent fooling around she had mentioned not feeling that great from dinner and that she was really tired and that she just wanted to cuddle and fall asleep in my arms. I looked her in the eyes and said "sweetie I'm so glad you said that, because that's all I really want to do too" she said "really?" I said "Are you nuts? I wanna bang until my pecker falls off and then you can cuddle with my passed out corpse of a body" She laughed and then reminded me that I could either cuddle with her sweet behind or watch her sweet behind walk out the door. Cuddle-Mode Activated.
We woke this morning knowing we both had to go to work. Planning ahead, I had already told everyone in my office that I would be in late. She rolled over when the alarm on her cell phone went off at about 6:30. She is blonde and goes tanning frequently so let me tell there is not a more beautiful site than seeing her get out from under the sheets wearing a white thong and my white Celtic T-Shirt. She has absolutely FORBIDDEN that any "inappropriate pictures" of her ever be taken with my phone and I see no need to risk what I have with her to attempt it. I do have some "appropriate pics" of her so just try to imagine this
innocent looking thing wearing a thong and C's T-shirt. As she reached for her phone, the TShirt moved up and her golden tanned bum was staring at me and as she slowly and erotically shook her hips, that wonderful smooth behind was giving me an unspoken invitation to explore. As if she was reading my mind, in one quick motion she somehow majestically flipped her 105 pound body over on top of me and locked her lips onto mine while aggressive rubbing her 22 year old girlie parts against my somewhat modest 36 year old man parts. Her tongue was deep in my mouth and mine in hers. Soon her shirt was off and my face was buried in her bronzed bossom. The Celts shirt she was wearing was on the floor and soon it was joined by her thong.
I watched as she layed on her back and opened a condom wrapper with her right hand and her teeth while she used her left hand to grab a special part of me and use it to tease herself. Much like Hock Meng Tay staring at a tv screen showing CNBC, I gazed at her gyrating "woman area" and in my mind I compared it to the Sistine Chappel, I was indeed looking at a Puscasso. She got moaned as she got lost in the moment and then erotically screamed "NOW" and tried to pull me into her secret garden of pleasure, but I pulled away almost taunting her before I slid down the bed and explored her using my tongue as the tour guide. My tongue got more exercise than a Tony Horton DVD. The words "Wet and Wild" may be used to describe a water park, but those words did not do justice to what was happening on this beautiful morning. Picture those Cytheria Oranges that GM had yesterday. (was it pulp?? oh no, no sir it wasn't) It was an intimate and emotional bonding experience that lasted for 26 wet and sloppy minutes before she finally grabbed me by me ears and pulled my face up to hers and her legs wrapped around my body and pulled me
in and she had no intention of letting me go.
Upon completion, we layed there exhausted, satisfied and glowing (ok, I think I felt like I was glowing and I'm not even sure what that means) She left to go home and get ready for work. For some reason I walked around my house naked and shouted "USA USA USA USA" I drank the most satisfying and refreshing glass of orange juice I've ever tasted. I really think that OJ just tastes better after secks in the morning. Then again, I think everything is better after secks in the morning. I wish I could share this feeling with all of you. I wish I could hug you all, well most of you at least.
I honestly can't remember the last time I had a morning like this one. My smile won't go away, and instead of walking it feels like I'm gliding. I know that someday this 22 YO gift from the heavens is going to wake up and realize she's wasting her time with me, and that day could be soon, but I will always have this epic memory of her and I for those lonely nights when it will be just me and the crock pot. God bless us all. Each and every one of us. Even Tanner.