She Makes Me Melt

"Emma, I wanna sit on the beanbag."

Now that, dear Solotouchers, was code. Imagine me, sitting and having a few glasses of wine with my girlfriend (ex-girlfriend now, but let's ignore that). White wine for me, red for her. Because fuck red wine - the headache I get is downright evil. 

She's got long, straight black hair, and endlessly black almond shaped eyes - quite typical of course for people who come from Asia - and she's peering at me over her Shiraz. 

"Do you want to sit on the beanbag?" she makes a sad puppy face for a second and then giggles, taking another sip of her wine.

She already knows I do. Because that's our code for stripping naked, plopping our respective butts down on beanbag chairs facing eachother and stroking our pussies without a care in the world. And if there's one thing that makes drinking wine more fun, it's watching her masturbate. She does a thing with her tongue when she gets close to orgasm. Like she's concentrating hard on scratching an itch. It's just the fucking cutest thing ever.

While we drag the beanbags into the middle of the room where the light is soft and nice, Ariana Grande sings "I'm just thinkin' bout you, I'm thinkin' bout you, baby", and we kiss and undress eachother. We take our time. Her kisses are aggressive from the start, she nibbles on my lower lip and breathes heavily. She's eager. Her breasts are exposed within twenty seconds because she wasn't wearing a bra. They are small, and her nipples are a wonderful snack. I kiss them, grab them, pinch them lightly - and then pinch harder and she inhales sharply. She twirls my hair around and grabs at it with her hands as I suckle on her nipples. I pause to take a quick sip of my wine, and when I insert her other nipple into my mouth, she squeaks.

"Cold, ahh! Your mouth is so cold!" she pulls away from me, her nipple plopping out of my mouth.

"Good thing you're hot, then."

"Why?" she sticks her tongue out at me.

"Because I like it when you make me melt."

"Shut up. Weirdo." she giggles.

A few moments later, we are on the beanbags. Facing eachother, beanbags close together, our legs spread. Her pussy is beautiful. She knows I like to look at it, so she spreads her butterfly-shaped lips for me. I can see it glistening, almost sparkling. Both of us are hairless - that's how we like it. I put a finger in my mouth to get it wet, and she follows suit. Then I reach down and gently circle the pad of the finger around my clit. The first touch is electrifying, and I moan softly.

It's nice to admire eachother like this. These are nice sessions. Sitting together, without pressure, without stress. We circle our clits, rubbing and caressing. I grab at my own breasts and pinch my nipples. She dips one finger inside her hungry pussy, pops it in her mouth and goes "Mmmh."

"Yummy?" I wink at her.

"Uh-huh," she nods. 

"Do what I do." I lick my middle and ring finger and slowly insert them into my pussy. It's throbbing. I watch her do the same. I do a "come here" motion with my fingers in my pussy. It's not easy for me to reach my G-spot on my own, but I know she can do it easily. 

"Ah. Oh." She makes a little noise and closes her eyes. We are both wet and the sounds are very exciting. She opens her eyes and cranes her neck and looks down toward her own pussy, fingers still buried deep.

She does that thing with her tongue. I know she doesn't even hear me anymore. She's too horny. She's making small noises and bucking her hips. Like she's trying to fuck her own fingers. For every thrust, she lets out another one of those small noises. 

It's amazing to see another person lose herself in sexual lust and just give in to it, just stopping to care about anything else. It doesn't matter whether that person is male or female. It's always a beautiful thing. I keep fucking myself, too, but with my other hand I grab my wine glass and take another sip.

When she cums, she lifts her gaze and we make eye contact. Her eyes are glazed over, like she's not really there, and she makes small noises rhythmically, with every contraction. I can't resist the sight of her like this, and I quickly cross the threshold of orgasm myself with my fingers deep inside myself, fuck fuck fucking myself. We keep the eye contact while cumming together. Not touching eachother, but perfectly synchronized.

After we've calmed down, she climbs onto my beanbag without saying a word. She rests her head on my chest and I stroke her silky hair. Soon, I reach down between her legs and fondle her pussy. It's incredibly warm. She responds by parting her legs. I circle her clit gently and occasionally insert a finger or two. We kiss deeply, with all the tongue in the world, and as she reaches her second orgasm, she breathes her little noises into my mouth, kissing me hungrily. 

Mid-orgasm, she blurts out that she loves me, mixed in with her little oh's and ah's of delight.

And that's when I melt.