Covert...

Finn slips his two fingers between my smooth lips as I close my thighs tightly around them.

He rubs my clit in small circles and I believe for just a moment that I will be able to pull this off without anyone knowing.  The room is crowded and noisy and no one seems to be paying any attention to us.

Except for Finn's best friend Jared. 

Jared is across the room watching.  His longish scruffy blonde hair falls over one eye but that does nothing to deter him from the piercing gaze he has laid upon us.

My right arm is wrapped around Finn's waist and my left hand grips his bicep as I lay my head against his arm. He is too tall for me to rest my chin on his shoulder, even in heels, and I cannot take my eyes from Jared's.

It doesn't take long for my breathing to start jumping, as my clit swells and responds to Finn's fingers.  He whispers secrets in my ear and laughs when he finds out Jared is watching. 

Jared watches intently as I am having a hard time standing still. My legs shake and I cling to Finn and whisper that I think he should stop.

He looks at me with those indigo eyes and breaks out into a killer grin.

"Now why in the world would I want to do that?" he asks, not really expecting or wanting, an answer.

I can't manage much else so I lay my head on his chest and close my eyes, knowing I am about to cum any minute.  I'm trying so hard to stay quiet but I know my ability and sometimes I can cum discreetly and sometimes I can't.  I try to explain to Finn that this is one of "those times".

He nods and ignores me.

Hitting him will draw more attention to us.

Wrestling myself away will also.

So instead I lock eyes with Jared and watch as he strokes his bottle of beer.  I don't think he even knows he is doing it.

And just as I think I am going to be able to cum quietly, Jared smiles ever so slightly and his hand goes down to the crotch of his jeans and grabs his very hard cock.

My clit ignites and I grab Finn so hard I put welts in his arm as I cum.

And THEN I wrestle myself away from him but I cannot move.  I lean back against the wall breathing heavily as my head spins.

Finn puts his fingers to his nose and inhales deeply before slipping them into his mouth.

SO hot.

When I Travel...

I miss her scent.

The smell of her skin.  That clean, fresh girl smell.

The smell of her hair. Fresh and slightly flowery.

The silkiness of her skin, running my fingers down the insides of her arms when they are tied above her head.

Her curves, with muscles underneath them that flex when she is ready to do battle.

The sweat the trickles in between her breasts when she is fighting to cum.

But better than all that is the smell of her pussy.

The heady, slightly musky scent the lingers on my fingers when I run them between her lips.

I don't think there is any better scent that that in the world.

When I opened up my suitcase in Toronto and found a paid of panties in there I had to smile.

It was hot, and definitely fed my night time fantasies, but still didn't compare to coming home and having her laid out in front of me on the dining room table.

Back in the Saddle....

I hope anyway.

Jeez it has been the busiest couple of months with real life getting in the way.

My business partners and I have been working on launching a new endeavor that is going to ROCK!  But it has taken every waking moment finishing the website and getting all the swag made and the promotional material made and whew.... I'm tired.  But exhilarated at the same time.

Believe it or not, with Finn in Toronto the past few weeks I have not thought much about sex.  Jack is sort of in love with some new girl so he is off limits and while I still have a stable I can call up when need be (I'm lucky that way) truthfully that has taken more energy than I have had the past few weeks.

Until last night.

Finn called me from Toronto.  He was getting on a plane.  He didn't know if he would have the energy to see me....

Two weeks he has been gone.  

Not enough energy is unacceptable, but knowing how I have been the past month I just said ok and to call me if he changed his mind.

By the time he was in a cab going home from the airport, he was on the phone, whispering how hard his cock was and how much it ached.

Before he had hung up, I was getting in the car.

Ache?  I knew that ache.  I felt it.

An hour later I am naked on the dining room table as he kneels between my legs, licking the insides of my thighs so lightly that I am shivering.  The cool night air comes in through the windows and I don't know whether it is that or Finn's tongue that has my nipples so hard they could cut glass.

He runs his fingers down my sides before wrapping his arms around my thighs and pulling me toward him, sealing his mouth against my pussy lips. 

My hips move involuntarily in circles, grinding my pussy against his mouth as his tongue teases me. We both know as soon as I cum I will become demanding and need him inside me and as the tension builds in my clit, the familiar ache starts also.

I grab his hair and wrap my legs around his shoulders. He looks up at me and moving his mouth away, smiles at me.  Knowing how close I am, he starts to tease, running his fingers between my soaked folds, playing with my ring, kissing my clit and flicking his tongue lightly against it before moving his thumb over the hood. The ring moves under the skin while the bead hits the head.

My fingers go down to guide him and he grabs my wrists and stands up, his hard cock slipping inside me.

Just the head. 

Oh, so we're playing that way?

Laughing, with my legs wrapped around his waist, I also wrap my hands around his wrists, pulling him toward me.  I watch the muscles bulge in his biceps and run down his forearms.

Did I mention I love forearms?  Yeah, some guys have awesome forearms.  Guitarists have awesome forearms.

Finn is a guitarist. So is Jack.

But I digress.

I also love to wrestle for control.

I love when my partner fights back.

Finn fights back.

I almost win but eventually he has me pinned.

And as he pins me to the table, he shoves his cock all the way inside me...

I'm such a gracious "loser".