Every now and then, sex is better than a rollercoaster ride. Not that I ride rollercoasters that much. Not anymore. But you know when something is going to be out of this world.
At this precise moment, I’m feeling fucking wonderful. My orgasm has been building for ages and right now I just want to tell him to fuck me harder. I want to come right now. But his gentle rhythm brings me to a point where I hold my breath; waiting for the next wave to push me over the edge – but it never comes.
His cock slides into me from behind. It has been for the last five minutes. His hand rests firmly on my right hip and my head has been shaking from side to side and my eyes have been opening and closing with every twist and turn. There is no urgency, by him, to fuck me hard. Maybe he’s pacing himself and relishing the same feelings that I am.
It was a rash decision. I was sitting in the pub having a glass of wine and reading my Kindle. A guy, standing at the bar and much younger than me, was looking in my direction. I know what he was looking at, or should I say, looking up. My skirt. I had draped it deliberately so that there was a considerable amount of flesh on display and the tops of my flesh-coloured hold up stockings were just peeping out. I caught his eye and threw him a wanton smile before I returned to my book.
I find myself on the edge of an abyss. I find myself holding my breath for what seems like ages. I am on the brink of my orgasm and yet it won’t crash over me. It must be the pace of his fucking, but it just builds up and up. I should have come twice by now. I probably would have with my husband.
He seemed too young for me. He must have been – what – twenty three years old, something like that. I am in my forties, by a long way, and yet – he couldn’t take his eyes off my legs. When he finished his pint I thought he would just leave, but he walked over to me. He placed his hand on my knee and leaned in to speak to me. It was a brazen move, and one that I should have slapped him for, but I was intrigued. My eyes diverted from his hand to his eyes as I listened to what he had to say. I couldn’t help but smile.
His cock fucks me like a knife through butter. I feel it reach up inside me before he removes it; tickling my extremities. At the point of full penetration, my mouth is open and I am waiting for a few hard thrusts to push me over the edge. They still don’t come, and neither do I. My mind changes gear when he gathers up my hair and pulls my head backwards.