This is a story about a girlfriend and I.
I used to date this wonderful girl when we were in our mid twenties. We had a great relationship and a fantastic sex life where we were very much on board with each others desires. I was a pretty fit guy who was six feet tall with an average sized dick, nothing to brag about but also nothing to be ashamed of. Sara was about 5'6' with short dark hair, beautifully slim physique and small perky breasts. I am a huge fan of her breasts, and breasts like that in general.
My favorite activity that we shared we called 'racing'. Since we were both working and in school there were times when we were in quite a hurry, which I suppose is where this originated. Sara would lay on her back, sometimes with her pants pulled down and shirt up and sometimes totally naked. I would sit over her with my hard on facing up towards her. We would do a short countdown and then begin.
She would furiously rub her perfect pussy with the will of a teenager trying not to get caught. I would stroke myself as fast as possible without chafing. Sometimes we'd talk dirty to each other and sometimes we would make some commentary like it was on espn. Even now I can remember the feeling of her hand bouncing up and down hitting right below my ass.
One of us would eventually win the race. Sometimes she would beat me and could watch her tense up and release all of her sexual energy. Sometimes I would win and shoot my cum across her perfect tits or face. Afterwards we would embrace each other and catch our breath before a quick cleanup.
We've both moved on to other relationships but still talk on occasion. These races are one of my favorite memories and I hope that she feels the same.