â\”Love dwells not ¦ Part 3 of 4
Helen spread her legs wider to accommodate me. Maybe she was going along, passively accepting my caresses, as long as she didn’t have to admit she enjoyed them. Contrary to what she had thought, getting what I wanted had not made me lose interest ¦ It had whetted my appetite.
While I repositioned myself to get “comfortable I slipped on a nitrile glove “ one of the play items hidden close by our bed. I remembered a secret desire that Helen had confessed during our girl-talks. With my bare hand, I caressed her thighs, stroking up between her legs, while I put some oil onto my gloved fingers. When they were slippery, and when I gathered the courage to continue, I slowly slid my gloved finger between her butt cheeks. Helen didn’t protest or move away. Nervous and excited, I slid my finger down, and then started up again. Still no protest. As I continued to “massage Helen, she did move “ but only to further spread her legs.
Gotcha! I was elated by her reaction, and very aroused. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been so hot and wet “ and without being touched! Slow ¦ slow down I cautioned myself. Helen could stop me any time, especially if I forced her to acknowledge what was happening and that she liked it. The next step would be the deciding factor “ she would either go with it, or call a halt. Taking a deep breath, I dribbled a little more oil onto her, and the next time my finger swept up, I stopped at her back door.
I didn’t shove or poke. I just massaged oil into that sensitive spot as if I had all the time in the world. My patience was rewarded; she sighed and pushed back against my finger. Even then, I slipped in only a finger tip, massaging in and out with a slight wiggle. When she started to moan, I dripped more oil on my gloved finger, and pushed it deeper into her. In and out ¦ in and out ¦ I slowly finger-fucked Helen in the ass.
When she began to moan, I knew it was time for the next step. I pulled my finger out of her and pulled off the glove, turned it inside-out and tossed it aside. Helen made a sound of protest.
“Shh, I soothed her. “I have something nice for you. I grasped her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. She was beautiful. I would have been content to just look at her for a while, but she was aroused and I knew we should not lose momentum.
I reached for my other surprise “ a powerful vibrating anal probe. Quickly, I oiled the probe, turned it on and placed the vibrating end on the now-slick entrance to Helen’s back side.
“You recognize that sound? I couldn’t resist teasing her a little. I gave the probe a little push, letting Helen have about an inch of it. I let the toy stay there, twisting but not inserting it, until she pushed back. Slowly, adding lube as I went, I helped her take in all four inches.
“Mmm, what is that? Helen was almost purring.
“It’s my newest vibrator. I thought you would like it.
She rolled her hips, so I gave the toy a jiggle. That caused her to gasp and dig her hands into the pillows.
I gave her a light slap on the butt. “Okay, time to roll over.
“What? Helen sounded confused.
“I haven’t finished. Turn over.
Ducking under her legs, I made sure the anal probe stayed in place while she rolled over … I was right between her legs, which were spread and bent at the knees ¦ A lovely view, which I appreciated and wanted to sample.
But I knew Helen’s fantasy: a slow massage, with every bit of her being cherished and stimulated. Oiling my hands, I started with her feet, giving attention to each fuchsia-painted toe, and worked my way to her ankles, knees and thighs. I spread her legs wide as I slid my hands up her body; I think she was surprised when I bypassed her pussy in favor of spreading a light layer of oil across her torso and up to her breasts. I did not skip them, but neither did I linger, though I was tempted.
I smoothed oil across Helen’s upper chest, and when she tilted her head back, I worked it up her throat. Putting my hands on either side of her head, I leaned down to kiss her. My nipples grazed hers “ a fantastic sensation! I swung my breasts back and forth a little as I kissed her. To my surprised delight, she kissed me back “ much more enthusiastically than I had expected. I don’t know how long we kissed; time is subjective for me during love-play “ it could have been two minutes, it could have been twenty.
A humming noise finally penetrated my pleasurably dazed state “ I had forgotten the toy! Reluctantly, I pulled my lips from hers and sat back, trailing a hand across her breasts as I went.
I wanted to touch Helen, exploring between her legs before I used the vibrator, but I remembered our talks “ and this was supposed to be more about her than about me. I picked up my other new toy “ a slender, dildo-type vibrator topped with a vibrating “dolphin” “ perfect for teasing a clitoris.
to be continued…