Dawn of Delight

Amanda stirred at the sound of the noisy robin outside their bedroom window. It had been one of those hot, sweltering summer nights that never seem to cool down until the wee hours of the morning – and even then, just a few degrees, making it bearable. Their only relief was a screen in the open window that kept bugs at bay while allowing the breeze to circulate fresh air into the room.

She and Brett had fallen asleep after an equally steamy night of passionate lovemaking. The two of them lay naked atop the covers – in part, due to the sedating afterglow of their romp only hours before, and also for relief from the oppressive heat. They’d have to get that air conditioner fixed one of these days.

As she slowly gained consciousness, memories of the night before came flooding back – images of her legs wrapped around Brett’s neck as he gently sucked and teased her clitoris until an explosive climax had drained every last ounce of energy from her body. “Insatiable Girl. That’s me,” she thought to herself with a smile. A gust of wind billowed the window curtain and as the gentle breeze washed over her bare flesh she sensed her nipples growing hard.

She opened her eyes and looked over at Brett – flat on his back and fast asleep. His erect penis pointed proudly at his chest. He was oblivious, of course, a victim of early morning ‘wood’. It was almost like another entity with a mind of it’s own, straining to get his attention – to wake him up. The phenomenon had always intrigued and amused her. She smiled, reached over, and lightly brushed her fingertips along the length of his shaft. It grew harder as she swirled her index finger around the sensitive spot just below the head. She loved the way his penis reacted to her touch, the control she had over it.

She caressed him lightly for several seconds before he moaned softly and rolled away onto his side – oblivious to her touch but surely dreaming some erotic dream by now. Amanda lay back on the bed and giggled. She closed her eyes and let her fingers glide across her flat tummy, taking note of her soft skin and the traces of massage oil left behind. They had spent a great deal of time giving each other a sensuous massage which had helped melt away the cares of the day and put them in a frame of mind for some ‘gourmet lovin’, as they called it.

She ran her fingers around the bottom and sides of her full breasts. So far, the years had been kind and she was pleased with their size and shape – all things considered. She knew that Brett certainly loved them and looked forward to those moments when he gently caressed and licked round and round her areolas. This always got her juices flowing, and last night was no different.

With a feather-like touch Amanda brushed her fingertips ever so lightly across her already firm nipples before tracing circles around each one. She imagined Brett leaning over her, teasing her with his tongue. Soon, her nipples grew hard and she felt a familiar tingle begin to grow farther down in her nether regions. It felt good. And, as quickly as it started, she became conscious of what she was doing.

She stopped and gazed at Brett. She could hear his rhythmic deep breaths of slumber and noticed his foot twitch. They had talked recently about self-pleasuring and he had encouraged her to explore her body on her own if she wished. He wanted her to become keenly aware of what ‘worked’ for her, to become more comfortable with her own body, and take God-given pleasure in doing so. And, if she ever felt the need for release and he was not around, well, that would be okay too. “The more orgasms you have, the more you’ll want,” he’d said. “And that’s a good thing.” His only stipulation was that she tell him about it and not keep it a secret. Hmmm. The ‘M’ word. The thought made her uncomfortable. Whether she had his ‘blessing’ or not, years of conditioning and beliefs die hard sometimes.

Brett stirred, then rolled over again, this time facing her. There was a little less ‘wood’ in his penis now but it pointed straight at her like some kind of sentinel – watching her. She giggled at the sight. “He may be asleep but he is here,” she reasoned.

With that she closed her eyes and resumed the gentle caress of her breasts. She drew the palms of her hands lightly across her nipples and then took one of them between her thumb and forefinger, gently rolling it until it stood erect. Once again, she slid her free hand across the soft skin of her tummy, then past her belly button, and down her leg as far as she could reach. Amanda bit her lip in anticipation and drew her knees up until her feet were flat on the bed. She continued to roll her nipple between her fingers and soon her clit began to tingle with electricity.

She slid her other hand down the inside of her thigh, caressing as she went, and as she did so, allowed her knees to part until they rested comfortably on the bed. Her fingers traced the line where her leg met her torso and she lingered there, enjoying the sensation.

She touched the mound above her clit and marveled at how smooth it still felt, completely devoid of the hair she had carefully shaved away. Her pulse quickened as she allowed her thumb to brush over her clit. When her middle finger reached her opening she found it already moist and inviting.

Amanda slid her finger inside and probed the recesses of her womanhood. She discovered a pool of her own juices had formed and lapped at it with her finger before drawing it out in long strokes to coat her pussy and clit. She felt hot inside. Much hotter than the warm air that filled the room. The moisture of her juices on the surface had a cooling effect in pleasant contrast to the heat building within her.

She switched hands and her wet fingers began to work the opposite nipple while the other hand found her clit and began tracing circles around it. Memories of the night before came flooding back and she imagined that her own touch was Brett’s. Her fingers returned again to her wellspring of love juice and came back out even wetter than before. With dripping fingers she began rubbing her swollen clit. A shiver ran down her spine and she let out a gasp. Somehow it was different than when she touched herself in front of Brett. There was a different intensity about it knowing she wasn’t being watched. There seemed to be less pressure to perform and she was free to slip into her own world without distraction and notice every nuance and sensation. Not necessarily better or worse – just different – in a good way. Yes, the feeling was undeniably good.

Amanda pleasured herself for several minutes like this. With each passing minute her breathing became more labored as she drove herself closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Every muscle in her body seemed to tighten. She could feel the pressure of orgasmic release building from deep within. Not wanting to end the experience just yet though, she stopped abruptly. A sigh of delight escaped her lips as the intense sexual energy gradually ebbed.

As she regained control she wondered what else she could do in her exploration. “Perhaps some different pressure,” she thought. She rolled over onto her stomach, being careful not to wake Brett. Then, she slid her hand beneath her belly and down until the tip of her middle finger reached her clit. The weight of her own body pressing against her hand with her clitoris sandwiched in between felt good and soon she was playing with her little love button in a whole new way. The unusual position, the added pressure, the sense of naughtiness of it all combined to quickly bring her back to full arousal. She buried her face in her pillow and fingered her clit furiously until muffled moans of pleasure overcame her. And when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore she thrust, first, one finger and then two into her wet opening and proceeded to hump her hand. Her bottom bobbed up and down as she ground her pussy into the bed. But, as exquisite as this felt, something was missing.

Amanda opened her eyes and immediately spied the phallus shaped vibrator sitting on the night stand. She loved the feeling of being penetrated, the feeling of fullness, when she came. She quietly rolled onto her back, reached for the vibrator, and slid the tip in effortlessly. She lingered there for a moment before slowly burying it to the hilt deep inside. She flicked it on and it came to life, humming softly. She lay back on the pillow and closed her eyes before turning her attention to her clit again. “Hmmmmmm,” she thought. “That feels wonderful.”

By now she was close, oh so close and knew it wouldn’t take much to put her over the top. Her hand was blur as she feverously fingered her love button. The tension and pressure returned almost immediately. The vibrations of the toy only amplified the sense of pleasure that coursed through her body. It radiated from her very core – to the top of her head down to the tips of her toes. Her heart raced, her breathing quickened and soon she moaned uncontrollably.

She slowly opened her eyes and caught a reflection of herself in the full length mirror near the bed. For an instant it was startling. It was as if she were having some sort of out of body experience and watching herself deep in the throes of passion. She had never really wanted to see herself in a mirror during sex but the expression on her face was one of pure, unadulterated delight – and an unexpected turn-on. She gripped the end of the vibrator. Her hips began to involuntarily thrust upward to meet the stroke of her fingers. The vision in the mirror was more than she could handle and she exploded with a squeal, riding the crest of an orgasmic wave.

“That is so hot,” she heard Brett growl from behind. He appeared in the mirror kneeling next to her, cock in hand, stroking furiously. “Mind if I join you?” She was too caught up in the moment to worry about how long he’d been awake watching her. His glistening, purple headed penis throbbed beneath his touch. They gazed at each other in the mirror. It was the most erotic thing Amanda had ever seen and she felt another wave of pleasure begin to crest.

Within moments Brett groaned. “Ohhhh, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” And with that his cock erupted spewing white ribbons of creamy love over her stomach, hands, and pussy. Her fingers, still massaging her clit, mingled his juices with hers to add that extra bit of slipperiness she needed at that very moment. “Ahhhhhhhhhh”, she screamed and a second orgasmic wave came crashing over her. It came from even deeper than the first and rippled through her body like the ever-growing rings of water when a stone is tossed into a pond.

As the energy subsided and the afterglow overtook them both, they sat panting on the bed – exhausted. “Good morning,” said Brett. “Yes… It is,” Amanda chimed with a smile.

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9 replies
  1. hornycat says:

    Wow. That's incredibly hot. This is a fantastic story, and very well-written if I might add. Love the level of detail including things like having to shake off years of belief, experimenting with different positions, and her seeing herself in the mirror. Again, super hot!

  2. Lovinghusband says:

    Amanda, I loved this. Watching my side play with her pussy never gets old! I repeat "never gets old". I hope you become more convinced of this with Brett. May you both continue to cause each other to explode in ecstasy – as you watch each other. God bless you both. LH

  3. Amanda & Brett says:

    Thanks to all of you for your encouraging feedback. This was our first submission to MH and we were unsure of how it would be received. The stories, accounts, and anecdotes here are 'inspiring' on many levels – thanks!

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