This Wasn’t The Plan

Things don’t usually go the way you want them to. It’s an ugly lesson in life, one that I’ve had smacked upside my head a few times now. Of course, there are also times that the lesson can feel considerably more delicious.

Take this morning, for instance. After sending my sister off on her day (and praying that she doesn’t wreck my car trying to figure out the controls) I slipped back into bed with the long-slumbering Mina. She is a much better late-sleeper than I am, so she was still blessedly naked. I hopped into bed in a mood to make the most of the few hours that my sister was out of the house. Unfortunately, Mina was not in that mood. We talked for a little while, discussed what was bothering her, until the conversation dwindled out. I guess I wasn’t going have her just hop on my cock and ride to orgasm, then.

Additionally, I had another problem. I was making barbecue this morning, and my hands smelled of my pork rub, vinegar, and brine. While delicious, the smell is not my definition of sexy. I didn’t want to get out of bed, but I also didn’t want to rub pork butt all over Mina’s best parts! Like the Marines say: improvise, adapt, and overcome.

After a few moments thought, I had a new plan. I took my clothes off, and told her to sit on my lap, facing away. After a moment’s discussion of exactly what I wanted (in the quest to be smooth, I was pretty obtuse in expressing my desire. The curse of being male.) she straddled me, facing away, with her hips on mine, and my cock dangling free in front of her. Regular readers will recall Mina being greedy pretending my cock was hers. So, I figured I would face her the right way and make the experience more realistic.

While she faced the other way, I reached over to the nightstand, where we always keep a bottle of vanilla sugar massage oil. Scent problem solved. I then stated massaging her back, all the way up to her shoulders and neck. It’s nice being so much taller than Mina at times like this. She moaned happily as I ran my hands over her sweetly oiled skin. I now contentedly massaged her and waited for the erection that would make her swoon and the kinky sex would begin.

And I waited.

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Hmm.

This wasn’t the (new) plan. Well, the massage is nice, and I won’t mind calling it a morning like this. She’s happy, I’m happy. My hands run lower and start massaging her behind a bit, as my hands start to drop down and make my plans to move on with the day. But then, Mina laid down on my legs, turning her ass up and open. Well, then, I might as well us this. Improvise, adapt, and overcome, right?

I pump some more oil on her back, letting it run down her back cold. I start letting fingers run between her cheeks, and get some approving moans back. Now we’re in business. I start letting my fingers run close and closer to her anus, and only get more sounds of approval. As my fingers start to threaten to penetrate her, I begin to feel something extremely uncomfortable in hips. Ah the wonders of a tardy erection. I adjust my hips and let my cock slip out where its safe to grow. My left had swung out to the nightstand and pulled the drawer open, extracting a bottle of lube. I dribbled some on my thumb and forefinger, spreading it around. I then gently pressed on her opening, letting her body slowly accept my finger. Mina is not a big anal demon (though our growing collection of buttplugs suggests I ought to work on that) so I was working slowly. Rather than try to really work her ass over, I simply let my finger sink in.

Now that things were going, and Mina was happily aroused, I felt a little lower, letting my thumb sink inside her pussy. My thumb sank in, and my right hand was now happily trapped in her body two ways. Mina was rocking her hips on me, and I wanted to rub her clit, to begin bring her orgasm out of her body. She was still happy, but need lube on her clit to really make that orgasm happen. Only now I was out of hands, because I did not want to pop my right hand out to work the bottle. After fussing with the bottle while Mina happily rocked away on the dual penetrations of my hand and unable to any fluid out, it finally dawned on me. I squeezed some lube on the tip of my cock, and then used that puddle to get my finger ready for Mina’s body. I reached down and began rubbing her clit to many moans of approval. Adapt and over…you get it.

As I was working on her clit, I decided that it would be better to give her some vibrations. I reached back to the drawer for Gigi. After extracting her from her silk pouch, I pressed the + button and…nothing. I pressed the up button. Nothing. Her battery was dead. Damn those months of neglect! Oh well, do it like MacGuyver. I went to lube up again, and I realized (and yes, I seriously had not thought about this prior to this exact second in life) “Wait…Cock, Pussy, Clit…these things go together!” I wedged my left hand under my cock so that the underside was pressed against her clit. Mina immediately figured this system out, and began rocking her clit up and down my cock. I relaxed as I continued to keep my fingers inside her.

Then, I began to notice something else: this felt amazingly good for me. As soon as I had that thought, suddenly I felt an orgasm boiling out of my cock. As I started to come, I realized that we might have a problem once I start coming. Shortly thereafter, another realization hit me: free lube! Now I could ignore that damned bottle and let Mina rock. Soon a low moan began building out of her and this slower, burning orgasm slowly erupted across her body. I felt her pulse racing between my thumb and finger as she started to go limp on my legs. Slowly I extracted my thumb, then my finger.

After a few minutes of relaxing and glowing, she commented that that was fun. I admitted that it wasn’t my original plan. After a few  minutes of relating the story to her, she said, “Hey, that might make a good blog post if you write it that way.”

Yeah, I bet it would…