Jerry knew what was happening, but out of respect, spent most of the time out on the deck. Josh was told to “not interrupt Mom. Ask Dad if you need something.”
I went into the front room, turned on the small lamp and pulled the curtains closed. I was wearing black shorts and a peach tank top.
He began slowly, with purpose. He proceeded to work me into a frenzy. I used every "accessory" available for this. It felt good - real good.
He'd speak to me, giving me direction, "you're not opening up" or "Nice!" at all the right moments, coaching me, guiding me. He made me work for my treats.
He knew every movement I made. He told me if I wasn't doing it right. He encouraged me with his words and often took time to demonstrate the exact movements I needed to do it perfectly and reap the maximum rewards for my efforts.
He was the finest teacher, patient and encouraging, "We won't move on until you're completely comfortable with the movements."
Once I got into a rhythm, the compliments flowed from his lips:
“Yeah, you’re really working it, girl!”
“You’re in total control."
“With moves like that, I can tell you mean business.”
“Oh yeah, you’re owning it.”
“Keep up that pace – it’s perfect!”
He really got me all worked up. I often felt a bit flushed, and found myself responding to his words with phrases of my own such as:
“How do you like this move?”
"I'll show YOU determined."
“I’ve got your stroking right here.”
"Here's my 'big finish', tough guy"
Yes, what began as a calm partnership, turned into a primal exercise in showmanship with a strong desire to do more, achieve more, and reach the pinnacle at the proper time
In the end, I was completely satisfied. I was totally hot, a bit sweaty and panting. My thighs were aching. So were my breasts. Next time, I’ll leave my bra on. Too much swaying
and bouncing around hurts even the smallest boobs.
Have I mentioned that I got the new EA Sports Active for my Wii two days ago? I haven't even been to the customized work outs. I've completed day 2 of the "30-day Challenge" and my thighs are already tingling with soreness, indicating I've really worked them hard (like I do with my man).
I am actually looking forward to see what Day 3 holds this evening, if my thighs will allow me to.
One of thesedays, I’m going to be able to crush walnuts with my thighs, bounce quarters off of my ass and actually put on a bikini without cringing. Just you wait and see.