Hunger

Posted June 15, 2011

Sheri came down on Saturday to attend my nieces first dance recital with me and then head back to the apartment for some adult activity.  Both of us have been sexually heightened recently, her's due from working out and mine, well, I'm always ready to go.

I was a tad concerned about Saturday though.  I had gotten up early to run to the store to food shop (and winced as I watched my food bill climb over $100 with the realization I didn't even buy that much food) and when I returned I had lost complete power to my apartment.  Luckily the heat wave that had hit the northeast had subsided and Saturday was a cool 70 degrees.  I was able to open my windows and revel in the silence of not hearing one single air conditioner running.  But..no electricity meant that my fish tank pump was not circulating the water, therefore not adding oxygen to it.  I had checked with the petstore and the fish dude said that I should be OK for 3-5 hours but after that I should remove water and add some fresh water.

Great, sounded like a plan.  Another problem though-no electricity meant no hot water...And I hadn't showered yet. Plus that also meant that I wouldn't have been able to get the water warm enough to add to the fish tank.  So there I was, grungey, and watching my fish like a hawk to make sure they weren't becoming listless.

When Sheri got there I was near ready after dousing myself in perfume and trying desperately to tame my mane.  "I look like I just rolled out of bed and threw my hair up.  Which technically, I did," I whined.

"You look fine.  We'll be sitting in a dark auditorium, no one will be looking at you."

Before we left I grabbed a medium sauce pan and scooped and poured the water back in the tank to give it some circulation.  "Please don't die," I asked my fish.  After about 5 or 6 times I replaced the top and we left to take what I thought was going to be the long drive to the recital.

I had alotted ourselves about an hour and a half since the recital was in Flemington, NJ and from what I remembered it would take me nearly 40 minutes to get out there from my parents house, and I'm 15 minutes more north now.  Well, apparently I drive like a bat out of hell because just about 30 minutes later we were sitting in the parking lot with an hour to kill until showtime.  "I spy with my little eye...." I started.

"I'm not playing eye-spy with you!"  Sheri laughed.

A few minutes later of talking about nonsense I saw my sister-in-law's car pull in and park two rows behind us.  "Seri's here!"  I exclaimed.  I wanted to see her before showtime since we were only staying for her dance then headed home.  I gave her a big hug and she sleepily put her head on my shoulder.  We walked into the auditorium and took our seats and waiting for my parents and my brother to show up.  The show started promptly at 3 and I will say that these girls were extremely talented.  It brought me back to my dancing days and I sat there beaming up at the stage remeniscing of how it would feel to be in the dressing rooms getting ready-all the excitement flowing through the air like electricity as a few dancers would be practicing in front of the mirror.

Dance after dance passed and then it was time for my niece's class- they danced to Little Bo Peep and were dressed in little tu-tus and had a headband that had sheep ears on them.  My niece stood all the way stage left and by far the smallest in the class, and I'm not biased or anything but she was by far the cutest.  They did their dance, all looking to the wings of the stage to follow the teachers hidden behind the curtains.  We laughed throughout the entire thing because she was just so stinkin cute.  And I won't even try to hide it, we cried a little too.

A few dances later Sheri and I snuck out and headed back home.  We stopped at my parents house so I could shower and *ehem* shave.  It felt so good to rinse that layer of grime off of me.  We headed back to my apartment where I started to prepare dinner.

I was in the midst of cutting up the red potatoes when I saw out of the corner of my eye Sheri waltz into my kitchen with a sly smile.  She came up slowly behind me and moved my hair out of the way and started to kiss and nibble on my neck, sending goosebumps all down my right side.  I'd shrug my shoulder to try to block her access to my neck while attempting to concentrate on not slicing my finger off with a knife.  "Sheri...are you trying to send me to the hospital?"  I giggled.

She stopped kissing my neck and stepped back and I felt her fingers slip underneath the band of my yoga pants.  In one swift movement my pants and underwear were down around my knees and I anxiously giggled, knowing what was to come. 

I couldn't really fight her off.  "You know, you could help me go faster by grabbing a few potatoes," I said.
"Nah," she whispered, "this is more fun."  And with that she entered me, sending a gasp up into my throat.
It was very slow and methodical-she was teasing me, warming me up.  I turned my head and we kissed deeply, her one hand wrapped around my stomach bringing me closer to her.  I then continued to cut potatoes while she continued to probe me.

Eventually the potatoes were cut and she pulled my pants back up and let me finish preparing them.  Once I got them in the oven we had an hour to have sex, stopping briefly for me to get up and stir the potatoes. 
The last time I climaxed I was on the verge of screaming but thought against it.  My windows were open and the apartments are not exactly soundproof and I really feel bad to have my elderly neighbor downstairs hearing my screams of ecstacy.  It's just something I'd rather her not hear.  I was splayed across my bed, panting, while Sheri was standing over me with an accomplished smile on her face.  "That.....was a good one," I said breathlessly.

"You seemed to stifle yourself," she noted.

"Yeah, I don't need cops banging down my door to see if I'm being murdered."

"Will we be having sex again?"

"Of course!"  I answered. 

I stayed like that for a few more moments before I stood up to collect myself.  After we washed our hands and faces and brushed our teeth I began to prepare the rest of dinner and cooked us the filet mignons which melted in our mouths.

We sat back, contented, plates empty and stomachs full.  We watched TV for a bit until I felt a twinge in my body.  While she was still watching TV I stood up and closed my blinds and my curtains in my living room and walked towards her with a smirk.  She knew exactly what was coming and quickly ripped off her pants.  I laid on top of her, pinning her arms above her head with my left hand, while my right hand travelled down.  She was so eager that I was able to slip right in, causing her to draw in a deep breath.  I was slow and deep, kissing her at the same time.  My hips started to rock back and forth with each thrust and eventually I knelt down in front of her, one of her legs on my coffee table, and I had my dessert. 
We continued into the bedroom where that time, I did let myself scream.  I just had to cover my head with my pillow.

The one thing about our sex-we have a TON of fun.  While I had on our toy my bed was squeaking obscenely loud to the point where we were rotating at 45 degree angles to try to find a position where it didn't make a sound.  We'd move, I'd thrust, we'd laugh.  She was on top of me, the bed squeaking with every movement and we were laughing so hard that she lost all of her strength in her arms and was completely smothering me.  For those who have seen us on facebook-she has a bit of height on me and her boobs are bigger than my head, so when she's on top I always have a boob crushing my sternum making it nearly impossible for me to get enough air.  When she has all of her weight on me I'm smothered by her boobs and I tend to have a shoulder crushing my windpipe but she's laughing too hard to move.

We often discuss that we should tape ourselves having sex-however we would have to cut out 90% of the video due to laughing and our stomachs growling in the middle of the act.  Let me tell you, there's nothing sexier than trying to climax and your stomach lets out this noise that would be enough to scare small animals.