How We Weathered The Storm

This weekend, New York was swept up by Hurricane Irene. Not knowing what to expect, the mayor placed a state of emergency on all of New York State. People in high risk areas were evacuated, civilians were warned to stock up on supplies, and all public transportation was shut down by noon Saturday. So, with nowhere to go, Henri and I, along with our son, stood over his father's house and decided to stay there while Irene passed. We did the only things we could do during a hurricane: watch movies, cook and eat, and occasionally open the front door to see how bad the weather was getting. Oh and Henri and I had an awesome sex session.

It was sort of built up over the course of two hours. We still act like teenagers, especially being here in his father's house. Every chance we get, when no one is looking, we touch each other in naughty places, or he slaps my ass, grabs my tits. I tend to kiss his favorite spots, and of course grab his dick. In this one moment when no one was looking, we made out. Sometimes, my kisses are enough to get him hard, and this time was no exception. While his father stepped out the room, and I readied myself for a search a word session, Henri called out to me, grabbed his hard cock through his shorts, and said "Look what you're going to be getting later." I was taken aback at first; this is not something he did–well, ever actually. Between us two, I've always been the more daring, initiating many unexpected rendezvous. But this time, I couldn't help but blush and hide behind my search-a-word book. He did it again, holding it longer, and stroking it just a little said to me "You know you like this. Don't look away…you know you want your lips around this." And the truth was, I did. So badly. I had to clench my legs together to control the blood that was making my pussy pulse. We still had our son awake, and so was his father. But as soon as we said good night to everyone, we went to work.

First, we started off with the traditional missionary, which I love because Henri has amazing arms (in my opinion) and I love to see them flex with every thrust. Then I went into my favorite current position: ride him as he sucks and kneads my breasts. If I haven't told you by now, my breasts are my ultimate weak spot. The second he grazes them, I get wet, and when his mouth is on them, I ooze. Eventually, he was behind me while I was bent over, in what has been our favorite position ever, "doggy-style." I don't think I've mentioned this before, but I don't climax through vaginal sex. Never have, and I'm afraid I never will. However, when I want to cum, we have various ways of doing so. Usually I use my favorite toy, which is a Rabbit Vibrator Henri bought me for Valentine's Day. However, sometimes I go old school and use my fingers, other times Henri's fingers or tongue. This time, we opted for my fingers. Still, I have Henri "assist" me in some way–talking dirty, touching me, suckling, forcing his dick in my mouth (which I thoroughly enjoy) –in essence, whatever gets the job done. I have found that as this year moves on, Henri tries new things, and his "new thing" is to fondle my ass while we're fucking or as I masturbate. This time, as I was working my clit, he stroked my body with his hands; large, and weathered, I have always loved his hands on me. When his hands reached between my legs, he stuck his thumb in my pussy and took his other finger and fondled my ass, never entering, just applying pressure. With in seconds I came, and closed my legs with his hands still down there. He began to rub against my pussy, and my climax became more intense, to the point of my fingers embedding themselves in his back, and him yelping out an "Ouch Scarlett that hurts!" My pleasure is his pain.

And so my dears, I ask: What is a better way to weather a Hurricane? Until next time….

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