A Movie We Barely Watched (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: November 23, 1998

Peeling My Sunburn

Heading back downstairs to entertain once again my honey for the night I sat alongside the bed as I watched television and ate chips with Lyssa from the floor. Once I had my fair share of chips mainly to stop Lyssa eating so many to help her cause I lay next to her on my waterbed. There was a movie on television that we were both watching before we even considered playing ‘U.S. Marshals’. Showing the skin that was peeling on my back to Lyssa she jumped up with excitement telling me she loves to peel sunburned skin.

There I knelt as she scurried over the remnants of my peeling skin and aided it some more. Lyssa didn’t take much skin off me because my skin doesn’t have a good tendency to peel correctly. Pampering Lyssa is something that I love doing and I think I do well but what I love more is when she pampers me and content with her hands touching my gently on the back was relaxation enough. There was one certain time that I remember at Lyssa’s house when I had a bath and she decided with her new soaps to wash me.

That was a great moment of pampering for me, one that I enjoyed very much but I also enjoyed the time that Lyssa and I were both relaxant in the bath together.

Movie Night Gets Distracted

Switching on the movie we began to watch with intrigue as the plot started to open up. Alas, before we could get a grip on what was going on Lyssa and I began to weld ourselves together and there we kept ourselves, hand holding hand as if affiliation was our sedative. Descending my fingertips towards an obscured bellybutton I allowed my mind to prowl. Attentive to the wandering of my fingertips Lyssa preoccupied herself with the television as she clearly absorbed her thoughts to my actions.

Quiet and passive was Lyssa as my hands began to unzip and undo her buttons, those that belonged to her pants and pants that I was keen to take off all night in wake of viewing her nakedness. Lyssa was not faltered as my hands began to journey into sexual oblivion, rather she was now more aware of her carnal appetite.

Lyssa turned to kiss me and as our lips embraced I began an expedition for my finger, a curious finger. Passion enthralled our minds and as I began to take Lyssa’s pants off I locked lips once again as not to take away from our moment. Once they were off I quickly took her underwear off anxious to see them off but also glorified by Lyssa’s already showing beauty. Wetting my appetite some more Lyssa helped take her underwear off and with that I too stripped of what I had left on, my board shorts.

Flipping Lyssa over to the top of me as we were engrossed in our tongues affairs I made certain that my intensified image for part of our night would come true, Lyssa being on top of me. Unflustered by her being on top of me I placed myself firmly upon Lyssa and let gravity, nature and our appetite for moist passion do the rest. Before any of this began Lyssa took off her top and then I her bra to reveal what I still think to be a great pair of breasts. These I did not excite for most of the night, as I was content on being pleasured and remaining inert below Lyssa’s newfound domination.

Taking It Slow

Slowly we began to trace the element of our satisfaction into a frenzy. Our appetites were moistening and as this was taking place Lyssa allowed me to enter, if ever so slowly. Sensitive to our enlarging moment I began to feel once again pleasure. Slow was our progression as Lyssa favored the attention she was receiving. Grasping the mattress of water on my bed she began to elevate herself in many different variations and myself, I enjoyed every second of it.

Lyssa was content with teasing my loins and because of this excitement I had to stop myself from reaping as much benefit as seeing Lyssa expressing herself upon me. Clutching my legs together I remembered that squeezing them together would cause the muscles around my area to contract and thus, it would slow down my appetite to release my satisfaction. This worked for a little while but more aroused was I when Lyssa took herself out of me and began kissing down my neck, my Chest and towards my stomach.

At this point I thought that all my Christmases had come at once but probably because of my tenseness to this situation Lyssa came back up and once again straddled me. I gathered that Lyssa didn’t show her utmost appreciation because all of her would have been all over me, no chance…

Firmly representing Lyssa’s breasts, each one in a favored hand I guided Lyssa up and down upon me. Greater became our pleasure as we both were observing myself entering her time and time again. Grabbing Lyssa upon the ass I began to take action and squeezing with a slight amount of tension I began bringing her solidly towards me, penetrating deeply and with intensity. Lyssa began to buckle and grabbing firmly onto my shoulders as I continued as Lyssa responding enthusiastically.

This build up led to Lyssa asking if I would now get on top as she wanted to go off. Not too keen on moving my favored position I done what I knew Lyssa would benefit from. Gripping me around the hips and then helping me upon my way as she grabbed my ass Lyssa finally eased her hands upon my Chest and lay them there firmly for most of our final quest.

With my continually forcing myself into Lyssa and her screaming “I’m coming” over the movie that was playing fairly loud I became far too excited. Lyssa sounded to me as if she was going off and feeling my nature rising to expectations I withdrew myself from Lyssa and discharged myself onto Lyssa’s stomach. It was here when I found out that Lyssa was two seconds away from coming herself and after all this foreplay and action I felt like I had failed Lyssa. Knowingly, Lyssa pushed my finger away in my hopes to satisfy her continuing lustful hunger. Bringing forward some tissues I cleaned myself and Lyssa wiped me from her stomach.

As always Lyssa was mistrustful in my attempts to get out of her in time and she thought that I had got some where it would matter most. Turning on the light Lyssa was satisfied to know that it was all her moistness, not mine. Knowing that I wanted to still pleasure Lyssa I informed her of my bid to go down on her. Firstly I was going to have a shower but Lyssa smiled at me and asked if I could do it before I had my shower, there was no problem with that.

Making It Up to Her

What I thought would be an easy task turned out to be time consuming and grueling on my tongue. Never has my tongue really faltered with Lyssa before but now nothing seemed to be working for me. Trying out what seemed to be a new technique was not working too well for me as I couldn’t get a steady rhythm happening. Sensing Lyssa’s anticipation of fulfillment I continued with what I knew and not too long later Lyssa started to respond.

From stammering in my approach while using my tongue to what eventuated from Lyssa’s climax, definitely what I expected but what I always hope for. Once again without breathing, no noise and grasping the sides of her hips Lyssa started to elevate her Chest. There it stood elevated for at least a minute and as she dug into her thighs with her arms firmly around them she brought herself almost to a seated position. Within all of Lyssa’s excitement she squealed and as she trembled profusely (More than I’ve ever remembered before) to the beckoning of my tongue I regarded Lyssa’s climax as very powerful.

Lyssa oscillated only for a short few seconds as she clung tight to the backs of her thighs and separated them much more. These seconds of pulsation that Lyssa felt were strong indeed and as the echo of her shriek swung around my room she fell with her feet legs tightly closed upon herself, still convulsing.

Afterglow and Mixed Signals

Immediately after laying her head back down to a pillow and resting she asked for me to lie with her. Making sure that I didn’t get myself anywhere near her she hugged me for a little while and then I took myself to the bathroom to clean myself. Lying back down on the bed with Lyssa her next action once again didn’t make sense to me as it never really has before. Trying to hug Lyssa she asked that I don’t touch her yet because she didn’t want to be touched.

Rather, Lyssa just wanted to sit there content with watching television and not have hands touching her. Lyssa has been doing this since the dawning of time that we combined our sexuality and produced orgasms but I still don’t understand it. I understand the fact that Lyssa is too ticklish immediately after orgasm to be touched but I don’t understand how Lyssa could hug me in affection immediately after I had made her go off but she doesn’t want to be touched for a while after that.

Lyssa told me not to take it personally and I know I shouldn’t because it’s nothing personal against me but it is upsetting. Lyssa tells me she’s too hot and bothered after climaxing to be touched but I feel disappointed knowing that this is the best time to be hugging Lyssa. The closeness after climax I consider to be the appreciation of what had just taken place but we never really seem to go through that.

Finishing the Movie

Watching the rest of the movie I continued to be horny as Lyssa finally allowed me to touch her. Watching the final 15 minutes of ‘U.S. Marshals’ I gathered we didn’t go for much longer than an hour, maybe an hour. Half an hour of straight sex without foreplay I consider alright but I have been for longer. The other half an hour was for my tongues action and that of cleaning each other.

Seeing the beginning and end of the movie it made almost no sense to the both of us. When the movie was over Lyssa was going to head outside to have herself a smoke but to my satisfaction she fell asleep before she could. In that time I walked upstairs to get myself something to eat and asking Lyssa if she would like anything she denied my cooking.