Kitchen skirt fuck

"It's ok if we don't do it tonight." We're both sick. Especially River with her breathing. I don't want her to go back to the hospital for fucking. And she wouldn't want to go while she was dripping afterwards.

"I'm feeling friendly." Friendly means she's got some libido going and wants to do it. I know how she feels. I'm always feeling friendly. Except my nipples don't get tender from ovulation. "You've been feeling friendly for days." "We wouldn't want to pass that up. Can you do it without making me breathe too hard?" "I don't know, can I?" It comes down to whether she'd enjoy it. We have a hot hug and smooch and my hand runs down to her butt, feeling her shape. She'd enjoy it. "I'm not wearing panties." That's friendly. "Earlier today you were leaning against the counter, with your legs spread." She leans against the counter and spreads her legs. "And I wanted to do this." I stand behind her and give her pussy a feel through her skirt. No panties. Undo my belt and drop my pants. Am I reading her mind? I hope. I've got the pleasant weightiness. Do myself with one hand, reach under her skirt and feel her with the other, her bush, her skin, her flaps and folds, her wet pussy. I want to sit on the floor and eat her while she's standing over me. She probably just wants the good part tonight.

I think it's as hard as it's going to get tonight before we start. We try to get it in from behind while she's standing at the counter but it's not hard enough. Try again. River takes off her shirt with one hand. "Can you do your bra with one hand?" Useless bra she doesn't need. "Sometimes." "I can do it with my teeth." Feel River's boobs. Turn her around to kiss. Use my hand. Kiss some more. It doesn't get any harder than the first time and still doesn't go in. Third try. River is patient. She must want it. She does want it. Turn her around again. River does me with her hand. That feels better. "How can you do me better than I can?" "It feels better when someone else does it." Same with her. "You're making me wet." "Nice." "It will work for a kitchen skirt fuck. You like interesting things." This time it feels harder but it's still not going despite River standing on her toes and us taking turns propping it up.

River suggests starting on the floor. She must really want to do it. She's turned down floors and other uncomfortable situations before. Who should be on top? Me. I need to drive for a while. "The kitchen floor will never be the same." "We've done this before." "With the cherries." "It's the trampoline that will never be the same. Except we gave it away." We'll have to inaugurate the new one this summer. At least the floor is fairly clean today. It's a little hard maneuvering with my pants around my ankles but we get set. I slip a finger in and circle her g-spot. Wet. She wasn't kidding. She never does. Something I like about her. "Have you ever done your g-spot?" "No, just you." We'll have to find out what she likes. It's ok if she just likes me doing it but I'd like to see what happens if she tries.

Feeling River's g-spot and looking at her on the floor ready to go in just her skirt gets me hard enough. She looks good in a skirt. It goes in. Stiffens in the wet friction of her pussy. This is what we've been waiting for. "Are you comfortable?" "Yeah, are you?" "Except for my knees." But I've already forgotten about them. "I don't have much range of motion with my leg and my pants. That's why it's not in very far." We scoot around and get it in farther. Nice full-length strokes. "I'm helping." I like it. "I could pop off any time." It's been a week and we're fucking on the kitchen floor and River's still got her skirt on. And a jade necklace. And she's into it.

We take a short break to stand back up. This time we get a good deep decisive stickin. Hide River's butt under her skirt so I can't see it. Just feel it. Grab her and admire her shape and fuck with my pants still down around my ankles. "Now I know why girls wear high heels." I suggest a few possibilities but they all lead to one thing. "It's all about fucking." River doesn't need heels. She's barefoot. On her toes. A slow fuck. Sinking in from her lips to the very end of her cunt. And back. "I like slow. I can feel every nuance." "I like it too." Slow but deep. Feel our bodies press together. "Remember the time you said I could only not come once? That was fun." This time we take a few short breaks. A sweet fuck but it won't be a long fuck. I've been close the whole time. I need to come. "Just a few more." Really slow. Slide back in to her wetness that's both warm and cool, feel it surrounding my cock, coaxing my orgasm along. "One more." As slow as I can. It builds as I push in and comes right at the end, the squeeze stiffening it inside her, leaning against her to stand up, my legs against hers, holding me up as I come, feeling the spurts, one, two, three, four, five, six, .... "Did you feel that?" "Yes. I'm glad you did it slow." We stay together and afterfuck. Grab a dishtowel from the stove for cleanup. The kitchen has some advantages.

"You have the patience of a saint." I picture Joan of Arc doing it. "That was my libido." I'm glad we didn't pass that up. "That was really friendly when you said you weren't wearing panties." "It was meant to be." My goo has liquefied and drips down her leg. I knew about the leg, but I didn't know about the liquefication until I had to bring samples to the lab in a little bottle and they'd gotten all runny by the time I got there. It's not the kind of stuff a guy tends to keep around too long. I just knew that in the shower part of it will wash away and leave sticky stuff that likes to stick in hair and to the bottom of the tub.

Upstairs in the bathroom. We admire ourselves in the mirror. We look good together. A well-matched pair. "This is my favorite skirt. But I need a sexier top to go with it." "You can't do any better than what you've got right now." Just the jade necklace and a smile from the waist up.

How can we ever do spontaneous standup quickies if I can't even do them in our kitchen, or in our shower?

Cool whip and cherries in the kitchen

River is lying on the kitchen floor crosswise in front of me. "I wish I could open the refrigerator and take out the whipped cream and spray you up right here. But I already put it upstairs. Having to go get it takes some of the fun out of it." "Would it still be fun enough?" "I think so." "I'm commando." "I'll never have to buy you underwear again. What am I going to do?" I go upstairs for the cool whip and cherries. I sorted out the two with stems. "It was nice of you to get non-dairy topping." "I wouldn't want to kiss you after licking off whipped cream."

I slip her pants off. Her girl parts are revealed. The light isn't so good, but good enough. I've been walking around in boxers. She's wearing the Tinkerbell shirt. Cute. Showing me her completely hairless parts. I have some problems with the cool whip. It keeps sliding off her pussy. "Let the ice cream scooper do it." She sprays a nice swirl on top and puts on the cherry. "More of a sundae. You were going for the banana split." I start licking. She's still pretty smooth on the sides and it's really nice. "That's about the funniest thing I've seen." I think we're both into it now. My nose bonks the cool whip and the cherry falls off. Oh well. I lick her clean. Her smooth pussy and mons are nice to lick. I slip my tongue between her labia. "It's hot in there." "Yeah." Hotter than usual. On fire. I like it. I move my tongue to her clit. Remember what she said about bigger circles with my fingers. "That's perfect technique." Nice. That's what I need to hear. "That feels pretty good." Double nice. She likes it. I like it. "If you do that for about half an hour I'll probaby have an orgasm." That would be so amazing. I'd like that. I'll see what I can do.

It's nice licking her smooth pussy. Even the small amount of stubble feels nice. I hear moans. That gets me going. I moan too. I'm not even getting tired. I'd do this a long time. I look up at her while I'm going at it. Head back. Hands loose in the air. She looks into it. I'm into it. Every now and then I think big circles. She sounds like she could come but I know it could still take a while. We have a small break. "I'll fuck you." On the kitchen floor. "Ok." Plan B. Back to it. I'm getting a different flavor now. A warm flavor. She pushes into me. I push back. "Not so hard." Back off a bit. Feel a bit with my fingers. I don't want to be distracting. I need to ask about that. I want to pull her lips apart. She's liked it when I pull up on the skin above her pussy. She's moving up and down a little. I hope she's positioning for me. It's sounding intense and her clit is less noticeable. "Keep doing that." I like doing that. Is she actually going to come? I'm not getting tired. I'm having fun. But I haven't shaved. My bristles were stimulating for a while, but now they're irritating and we have to call it off. "I thought I was at the point of no return a couple times there." Wow. Closer than I thought.

"Let's see if I have anything in me." It's a bit stiff. Needs to be stiffer though. Gaze at beautiful River. Hot River. Sexy River. Smooth River. Nice shape. Girl shape. Jack a bit. It's getting there. She feels really wet and hot. It goes in easily and we fuck on the kitchen floor. The hard floor reminds me of the treehouse. "Are your knees ok? We could do a more comfortable position." "This is a good one for it to stiffen up." I'm trying to put more weight on my hands. Like the treehouse. "We're on the kitchen floor." "Yeah, you should really be up on the counter." "I guess so." River's lifting her head. I try to hold it up for her. I try mini-magnetism for a while but it's too hard. Jackknife. Nice smooth pussy view. River reaches back for a wall but there's nothing there. I slide her back. She puts her hands on the wall and arches up against me. I grab her butt and lift. Maybe a little too enthusiastic. It looks strenuous for her. "How long can you do this?" "Pretty long. How about you?" "Until I come." And I can feel one coming. "Which will be pretty soon." Soon enough for River I hope. Here it is. In deep. There's the cervix. The spasms are long and smooth and powerful. I give each one some extra squeeze. "It's . . ." She looks at her watch. "Eleven o'clock. Do you know where your balls are?" Silly. I think they're in the right place. Reach down to check. They are. "So you liked that? We can do it again?" "Yeah." The oral that is. River opens a drawer and grabs a dish towel or something for clean up. "You're breaking tradition." Up to the shower to clean up the sticky. River has a nice glow. "You look happy." "I had fun with my sweetie."