Riding Fantasy 1

#2003 Par Nodoma (pxn774@hotmail.com)

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The cool air of the apartment feels cold to me. It normally wouldn't, but I'm shirtless, as she desires. At this moment, I am on the floor on my hands and knees, waiting for her to straddle my back. My profile in the mirror shows I'm not wearing much besides shorts and kneepads. It is quite likely she will be wearing even less. I know I won't be cold for long.

My suspicion is confirmed when I see her form appear in the mirror. Her legs, thighs, and hips are completely bare. This time, she wants to do it skin against skin, her favorite kind.

Legs surround my neck and head, cutting off my view. I feel pressure on my shoulders, small at first, rapidly increasing as she rests her weight on me. She always starts out on my shoulders, a good thing since her 140 pounds are actually more than mine. Most would not be capable of this, but one of the nice side-effects of my disability is having the shoulders and arms of Hercules.

She adjusts herself slightly, and I feel the delicious sensation of her weight shifting on me, the silky friction between crotch and shoulders amplified by the lack of clothing. The effect is not lost on her either, as I hear a soft moan and feel her shiver, her long, dark hair tickling my back. This time, she's really turned on.

We stay like this for a few minutes, letting me get used to her weight. I've never told her this, but most of the time it's unnecessary, me being distracted by the feeling of wetness on my shoulders. It's not mine, and that's the big reason I do this. Knowing she's turned on doing this is an amazingly powerful turn-on in my case.

My back is not straight by any means, bending at the waist being difficult for me. Fortunately, the shoulders where she sits definitely are, no doubt helped by the addition of her weight. Directly ahead of them is her absolute favorite place to ride. Judging that I've had enough time, she shifts her weight forward, her crotch now directly resting on the back of my neck. I also feel her legs go up and hook themselves behind my back, just above my waist (there, my back is almost vertical). Somehow, this places more weight on my neck. It's also the signal to begin.

I guess it's closest to a frog hop. I lift one arm off the ground and place it ahead of me, the shifting muscles in my shoulders and the impact of my hand on the floor both providing her with stimulation. I do the same with my other arm, then lean forward, raise my legs off the floor, bring them together, and actually straighten my back as I crawl forward. For a second, it appears as though I am doing a pushup with her on my neck.

Her real stimulation comes when I bend my knees again, stop leaning forward, and "bunch up" for the next step, because our combined inertia pushes her forward against my head, creating an incredible sensation for both of us. I can feel her crotch sliding back and forth on my neck, and the knowledge of how intense the stimulation is for her is almost enough to make me climax myself.

The process repeats, again and again. It does not take long for her to climax, and I know when it happens because her thighs tighten around my neck, and the wetness on my neck is replaced with something - significantly more. This time, I decide to stop while she enjoys her orgasm, and after a few minutes of recuperation, she dismounts.

I immediately roll over onto my back and stare up at her. At 5'10", she is a big girl, and from my view, she looks even bigger.

It's always tough work, but the smile on her face makes it all worthwhile.

"Thank you, my love."