As I was making my bed this morning, he asked if I wanted to have a DO date. I said “Yes, I certainly do” and eagerly laid on the bed.
After setting up the pillows, gathering the lube and a towel, he sat down beside me. With his leg pressed comfortably over my abdomen I could feel his gaze on my pussy. He noticed the lavender tones on the edges of my inner labia and his telling me this turned me on. The anticipation for feeling his finger on my clit built with each passing second. When he contacted the head of my clit, it felt like there was a mini bolt of electricity that came up to meet his finger. The strokes he was doing with medium-heavy pressure felt grounding. I could feel my body settling down, melting into the bed. When he lightened up, there was a levity in the sensation, floating up gently yet I still felt the solid contact point between my clit and his fingertip.
Heat was building in my spot as the sensation intensified on this first peak up. With each stroke, I felt more sensation building and my clitoris engorging.
Then with a bit of pressure he peaked me, we dipped down just for an instant before going up even higher. As he used lighter and lighter pressure, I felt my clit reaching, reaching out for his finger and the pleasure of each stroke. It was with a sweet quietness that we soared higher, feeling like we were together in a hot air balloon of motion. We got high so quickly.
Just then, he used a long, slow stroke down the length of my clit to peak me again. It was a fun short plummet down on that one stroke, and I luxuriated in the meaty sensation in the head of my clitoris and along my shaft.
We took off once more as he lightened up and we rose steadily with this pressure change. The sensation was delicious as more engorgement flooded my genitals. It felt like my clit was gently pulsing with each stroke, tingling and expanding on the way up. I could palpably feel his enjoyment, too, as he was taking me on this fun ride. A feeling of calm peacefulness pervaded my entire body like I didn’t have a care in the world.
With two minutes left to our agreed upon ten minute DO date, he told me he was going to start bringing me down. The change in pressure of his strokes was gradual yet distinctly marked as I felt like I was free falling from a very high elevation. We continued to drop as he applied more pressure, eventually rolling my clit between his fingers and gently pressing out the engorgement. The sensation felt thick and rich further settling my body.
With one long towel stroke to wipe off the lube, we looked at each other, smiled and said “Good morning.”