It was late afternoon on Saturday. I was driving to my boyfriend's house. We were meeting some of his family for dinner. I'm looking forward to seeing the family again and playing Chutes and Ladders with his grandniece. Chutes and Ladders, hmmm, going up, sliding down, going in, going out.
I had a hysterectomy six weeks ago. The doctor said no sex for eight weeks. Well, he actually said no penetration. During the drive, I'm not really thinking of Chutes and Ladders. I'm thinking of in and out, up and down. It's been a little over six weeks since we've made love. I want it. I want it now, not in two weeks, but now. I want to see how hard he is, feel his hardness go in and out of me, make love like we did before the operation. Achieve orgasms via penetration. Licking, sucking and rubbing have been nice, but, I want to be fucked, and fucked hard. It has been six weeks. But no, we must wait, doctor's orders.
I was also thinking of last night's telephone conversation with him. He had downloaded the pictures we had taken with the digital camera two weeks ago. He was describing what they looked like and that he had three pictures printed out for me. I have printouts of other pictures of his penis, hard and strong, him inside me as we made love, him cumming on me. These would be added to the growing collection. Our personal photos. They even have their own special chip for the camera used only for these intimate pictures. These don't get shared like the vacation pictures.
The idea for the picture taking came from the movie "Bridesmaids". At the end, as the credits are rolling, the sister is shown on screen, about to take a video, using a digital camera, of her having sex with her new boyfriend. It sounded like a good idea. We already had a digital camera, so we purchased another chip to use.
I think back to two weeks ago. That was particularly exciting. I need to concentrate on the road a little, but the thought of then has sent electrical pulses between my legs and to my hardening nipples. We went out to a play. I was wearing a white, sleeveless top, white bra, a black just above the knee skirt, white comfortable panties, and black mid high heel shoes. He took pictures of me, standing, sitting, spreading my legs, flashing him a view of my panties. He seemed to like it. Sitting in the car, ready to leave, he pushed my skirt up to my waist, showing my panties. He took some additional pictures. On the drive to the performing arts center, his hand was up my skirt, under the hem at the knee, moving higher, up my thigh, I spread my legs a little, his hand moving higher, higher. I liked it, could feel the wetness growing. Higher, higher, now he's touching my panties, rubbing me through them. It was a short drive, so we had to stop, or I would have cum in the car. It will be saved for later. We parked the car. He went to my door, opened it for me. In stepping out of the car, I spread my legs for him, giving him a great view up my skirt. It was as exciting for me as it was for him.
After the play, we went back to the car. He watched me get in the car. This time, just a peak. He got in. I placed my hand in his lap. Undid the hook of his pants, unzipped them. He started the car. My hand went inside his underwear. Feeling him, feeling him get harder. Driving home, we took the long way. Because it was dark, he pulled his pants and underwear down. Now, I had direct access to his growing hardness. I stroked him, up and down. Growing harder in my hand. Now very hard. I take off my seatbelt. Lean over and take him in my mouth. Starting at the tip, surrounding it with my mouth. Stopping, pulling off, and then using my tongue up underside of the entire length of his hardened penis. Teasing him with flickering of my tongue on the way up. Going back to the tip, my mouth surrounding the tip. I then flick my tongue again at just that sport on the underside of the tip. Yes, that spot. He moans. His eyes still on road, but I'm sure his concentration is elsewhere. I start taking more of him in my mouth, down farther, farther, until all of him is in there. I slowly come up, and realize we are almost back to home. I go back to sitting in the seat; my hand goes to his lap and starts stroking him. We pull into the garage; press the remote to close the garage door, me still stroking him. I stop; he unbuckles his seatbelt, leans over and kisses me. Kisses me hard, his hand sliding up my skirt to feel my wet panties. We stop, knowing the automatic light will turn off soon. Then, it will be pitch dark. An interesting idea, but given the current circumstances, will have to do that another time. He pulls up his pants, zips them up and we exit the car.
We go into the house, up the stairs to the kitchen. He stands behind me; he unzips the back of the skirt, slipping it off me. He stood back up, still behind me, kissing the back of my neck as he undid the buttons on the blouse. He slipped his hands inside the open blouse, inside my bra. He plays with my hard nipples, rolling them between his fingers, playing with the tip. I reach back. His pants are still unhooked. I slip my hand inside his underwear. Still hard. He sucks on my earlobe, and then goes back to kissing my neck. He stops, pulls his hand out of my bra, going to my back, unhooking the bra. He slips the left strap off, then the right, down my arms and finally off. He puts on the island in the middle of the kitchen. He raises both hands and cups a breast with each hand. My hand still feeling his hardness. I want him, I want that in me. But I can't, doctor's orders. Two more weeks.
