We were sitting around the bedroom killing time before meeting a few friends for dinner. Lauren rolled over on top of me and started lazily, distractedly, dry humping my leg. I'm not sure either of us was even fully aware of it. With just as much thought I swatted her butt.
"Ouch! Whadya do that for?"
I wasn't sure myself. Whack!
"Stop that. I don't like it." She stopped for a second while a penny dropped and then gave me a deeper hump. "No, do it again."
Whack! This felt kind of good.
"Hmmm. Pull my jeans down and slap it again."
I did and I did. And I got an even better hump for my troubles.
"Oh God, I'm soaked. What's wrong with me? Pull down my panties. I want to feel it on my skin."
As I was slipping them to her knees I could smell her. Whack! Whack!
"Oh come on, take your pants off too. Fuck me."
And so it started.
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Our sex play started revolving around spanking. We tried all kinds of ways, including her spanking me though that did nothing for either of us. But the more different ways we found to spank Lauren's tail the more fresh paths we had to orgasms. There were all kinds of role plays. She was the bad girl who needed punishing, or the uncontrollable flirt who tried to get in the pants of her friends' husbands, or the submissive who needed to be walloped. Sometimes she draped over my lap like a kid, or just pulled down her drawers and bent over the kitchen counter. Other times she would stand facing the corner, bare assed except for her bra and heels. But all in all, we didn't need the dramas to be charged up. They were kind of fake, and our heat for spanking was really real.
"Should I get in that porn-y position you like so much?"
"What's a 'porn-y position'?"
"You know, like you like..." She was naked on the bed and rolled onto her knees with her shoulders down, reached back and spread her ass cheeks. "You can see my asshole now, want to poke it? Or just tan my hide? Please?"
More and more, Lauren's ass became the center of her attention, and mine too. Her backside was becoming the focus of our lives. Before, we concentrated her tiny tits we concentrated for foreplay. There were unbelievably cute and sexy, with those puffy kind of areola that seemed to take over her whole breast. Her nipples were unbelievably sensitive to licking, stroking, or biting. I could actually make her come just with only squeezing them the right way. But now, it was butt, butt, butt, all the time. No complaints here, it was a complete erotic experience.
There was no more keester grousing. It was no longer too big, too round, or too jiggly. If Lauren was tiny on the top, she was pretty wide on the bottom, and instead of whining about it she finally reveled in her "backfield in motion," as her Mom used to tease her. She would move her hips from side to side watching how her seat would shake. She'd wiggle it, wriggle, shimmy and wobble it. I would would tell you it was all for my benefit --she was definitely trying to figure out what moves would make me the hardest-- but I'd be lying. She told me she moved herself around just as much in private, trying to figure out what made her ass present the sexiest to anyone who was looking.
Dressing was now completely devoted to styles that would show off her rear end and make it look more prominent, the more to turn us both on. What underpants worked best, she wondered? High cut legs, or teeny bikinis? Boy shorts, or thongs? Do Daisy Dukes show off her cleavage more than just tight cotton shorts? Would A-line dresses or full skirted strapless numbers flatter her derriere better? I was getting a little worried that soon she'd be wanting to go out in some "So Fine" cheekless jeans.
She loved showing off her buns now, in all the obvious ways. She particularly loved dropping things, especially when we were out and about, and slowly bending over at the waist to pick them up.