Open Windows

I live in a typical suburban neighborhood with modest homes, modest yards, little car traffic, sidewalks, and plenty of people, adults and children, milling about on a nice summer day. 

Some years ago, I had an evening alone in the house. This was unusual, and I don’t remember what the rest of my family was doing.

It had been a long day of work for me, and I was sufficiently worn out, that I was taking it easy. I plunked myself on the couch and pressed the remote. The TV blinked its greeting and carried on with the channel where it had been left the last time one of my children watched something. 

I largely ignored it as I pulled my phone out and tapped open the chat app. I swiped a quick hello to Bella (not her real name). For readers of my other stories, this one takes place after Niki and I had parted ways. Bella and I became fast friends. We understood each other very well, in an uncanny way, actually.  It’s usually difficult to accurately tell what someone else is really thinking at any time, even those that we live with or have spent a lot of time with, but somehow she just GOT me. She said the same about me.

I smiled broadly to myself and my hormones were stirring when I saw her enthusiastic response. We started chatting on about the day’s events like two peas in a pod.  It was refreshing to chat with her. I told her I was alone for some time to come, and she said she was too. We decided to call, and shortly were speaking with each other on speaker phone.  I was quietly making my way upstairs to my bedroom. I didn’t assume anything intimate was going to happen, but I was more than aroused and wanted to be comfortable on my bed.

We continued happily talking, not missing a beat. Then something subtle caught my attention. I could not have told you what is was, but I asked her, “are you touching yourself?”  My fingertips had been casually caressing my erection since I got on my bed and opened my shorts some time before. My hand stopped as I contemplated her response. “Mhm, I have been,” she hummed matter-of-factly. “And you?”

“Would you be surprised?” I asked.

“Not in the least, but it’s nice to know. Shall I help you?”

“That’s very generous of you! You may, if I can help you too.”

“I think I’d like that very much.”

She did. We both liked it very much!  Virtually, over speaker phone…

We kissed.

We caressed.

We stroked.

We tasted.

I drank from her spring.

We were very worked up. Then she said, “I straddle you, and slowly slide you into me.” I stopped stroking and removed my hand. I opened my mouth and let out a low moan as I could feel her warmth envelop me. I felt her slowly descend upon me. I felt her muscles tighten and squeeze my harness as it throbbed its loving resistance. We were a country’s breadth apart. Our voices the only things in direct contact, but the tactile sensation was real! I felt the pressure along my length and waves of pleasure overcame me.

You may have read these words before: the mind is the largest and most powerful sex organ... When properly stimulated. Boy were our minds stimulated.

We both started panting and vocalizing our pleasure with each other. It began low but quickly gained intensity and volume. It wasn’t long before the crescendo of my first climax rang through my bedroom and through her speakerphone. She bided her time a bit more than I did, and had not yet succumb. After a couple breaths, not bothering to clean up the considerable fluid on my torso and pubic area, and spurred by her increasing pleasure, I resumed stroking, we continued making love. 

Bella’s orgasm burst through my phone and happiness filled me!  She had known at this time that I continued past mine and quickly asked if I would cum again. I hadn’t thought to, but in truth, I wasn’t thinking very much of anything at that moment.  I said “Yes, oh yes, can you cum again?” Her response came in the form of enthusiastic sounds of increasing pleasure. 

In my experience, I have noted that women are far more capable of closely timed, multiple orgasms.  This was true for Bella.

There was no real talking at this point but plenty of vocalization. Her second orgasm washed over her and I heard her begin to recover. She asked if I was close.

So, about those closely timed orgasms, I was fully erect and fully into playing, but having cum a short time before, it would probably be at least another 5 to 10 minutes for me to cum again. Not thinking clearly, however, and enjoying her so completely, I said “Yes, oh yes, can you cum again?” I wasn’t very creative with my wording, I understand, but it worked the first time.
 
She said something like “Yes, I’m with you!”  I was pretty delirious, so she could have actually said, “No way, take off, creep!”  I think my first guess was close to the truth, because I could hear her pleasure. Well, it wasn’t simply pleasure. Have you ever had an orgasm, and either your partner or yourself kept going beyond what you thought you could handle. The sensation was so strong that you just wanted to say stop, but you didn’t? That’s what I heard in her voice. She committed to continue making love with me till I was satisfied.  Bella was so beautiful and kind in every way!

Some time later, how long I am unsure, the pitch of her excitement grew and exploded a third time. That was incredible, and pushed me over the edge.

We panted while our hearts settled. We had a little pillow talk about how delicious that was, and how much we meant to each other. We virtually kissed, and cuddled, and enjoyed our afterglow.

Eventually, we said goodbye and I cleaned up.  Only when all was said and done, did I realize that here, in my modest home, in my modest yard, in my suburban neighborhood, on that beautiful, warm, summer’s evening, that all the windows in my bedroom were open.