My family had planned a two week family vacation, but a couple of weeks before, a business trip was scheduled that I could not get out of. The family left a few days before my trip began, and would return home the Sunday after I returned.
I flew back on a Friday, and when I arrived back at the house there were a few messages on the answering machine. One was an invitation to a party Saturday night, and I called to accept the invitation. I knew the couple giving the party through the husband, who was once a college roommate. Usually they gave fun parties, and I was looking forward to going.
I didn’t know very many people at the party, and spent most of the time talking to Larry, my ex-roommate. With a grin, he showed me his latest acquisition, an erotic sculpture. It showed a couple, standing up, with the woman’s legs locked around the waist of her partner. It was not all that explicit, but rather it captured the passion of the coupling. I expressed my admiration, and he then took me into his office, down in the basement, to show me the companion sculpture.
This one was done by the same artist, but showed it all. A woman was bent over double in front of a man, with her arms locked around the back of his legs. Her neck was arched, and her face, showing her arousal, was up away from her legs. Behind her, the male had his hands on her hips, and they were connected by his penis, which was shown as the link between them. I studied it for a while, before commenting to Larry that I was not sure that two people could actually have intercourse in that position. He laughed, and responded by telling me that he and his wife had tried, but could not do it that way.
About an hour later, after we had returned upstairs, I noticed a woman studying the statue in the living room. She was clearly enthralled by it, and I stood off to the side, watching her. She was tall, showing off long legs under a denim skirt. As I worked my way toward her, I could tell that she was large breasted also. Trying to think of a line to open a conversation, she turned toward me and I recognized her as my daughter’s dance instructor.
She was there alone, and like myself, did not know many people there. We started a conversation, and spent the next hour or so engaged in general dialog that changed suddenly when she brought up the subject of the sculpture. It was clear that she found it to be very erotic, and when I told her that there was a companion, hidden away because it was too explicit to display in the living room, she was very interested in seeing it.
She followed me down the stairs to the basement, and when I turned on the lights and she spotted the statue, she let out a soft, “Oh my God!” I hung back while she picked it up and examined it, totally engrossed in it.
When she finally set it down, I offered my opinion, that the actual position itself was not possible. She strongly disagreed, and we entered into a short dialogue on that subject. Finally, she said, “This is pretty simple. Let’s just stand in the same position.” She had been facing me while we were talking, and she took a couple of stops and turned away from me. Bending over in front of me, she dropped her head all the way down and motioned me to move up behind her. I did so, placed my hands on her hips in the same way that it was done in the statue. Her skirt had moved up a bit, but all it did was to expose a little more of her legs. I pulled her against me and pushed my hips against hers.
I was not ready to give in, though, because we were really not lined up properly. As soon as I told her that, she stood up and turned around, facing me, and said that she could feel me against her in the right spot. It was too hard to tell I said, because of all the clothes in the way. Her eyes blazed with arousal, and she put her hands on my belt and started to undo it. Once it was open, she unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them. Pushing them down below my knees, she said, “Let’s try it this way.” I reached behind me and closed the door to the office.
She bent over again, and flipped her skirt up over her waist. Looking down, I could see that she was wearing a white thong. The view I had was bare buttocks, with a small white pouch where her pussy protruded. This time my bare legs ran up against the length of hers, and while bent over she hooked her hands around the back of my calves, pulling us even closer together. Fully erect, I pushed up against her bottom and used my hands on her hips to pull her against me. I had to dip my legs a bit to be able to push my erection against her pussy, but the angle was all wrong. I told her this.
She stood up again, and simply reached under her skirt and removed the thong. My shorts followed, and this time when she bent over I was trying to insert myself into her. The problem was, my erection pointed up, and her vagina presented a downward path. Even using my hand to try and point my cock, I could not get it in. She knew this, but was as stubborn as I was, and stood up, still facing away from me. She moved her legs apart, and bent at the knees, telling me to put it in. I eased into her, then she bent over, and assumed the position that she had been in before.
She was very, very wet, and I had entered her with no problem. Bent over, however, I could not move in and out of her more than an inch or so. My dick was bent down, and pressing up hard against the wall of her vagina. I found that I had to grab her hips, just as it was done in the statue, to be able to slide up against her.
She had proved her point, but we were not done. The gradual process that led up to my penetration had excited me beyond the point of stopping. She grabbed my legs even harder, and as I discovered how to move in and out of her in that position, she opened her mouth and began to make short staccato gasping noises each time that I pushed up inside her.
I had intended to withdraw when the time came, but my orgasm caught me by surprise. As my sperm splashed up inside her, she raised herself up on her toes so that I was that much farther buried inside her. Long after my shuddering had ended she continued to pump against me, until I was no longer able to stay inside her.
After separating, we dressed quietly, somewhat awkwardly. As I was reaching for the door, to open it, she said to me, “Do I get a kiss?”
What I had intended to be a short kiss stretched out for a long time. Although it was too soon for me to get hard again, my hand found its way underneath her skirt and I used my fingers to manipulate her to the orgasm that she had not had before. She came with her arms around my neck, her body pressed up against the front of my while my fingers worked inside her thong.
Once we were back upstairs, the two of us stood off to the side, in a corner and talked the rest of the party.
17 comments
It's amazing what the arts add to our sexual life, whether picture, statues, ceramic or pottery and how they can lead to our enjoyment. Very good writing to keep me interested as to where you were headed.
Creative
So did you get a second shot at it or not
Nope. I haven't seen her since then.
Interesting willing adventures new position can be found and explored to The fullest and talked about there after.
Very sexy story, more please
What a hot story
Great story ! Hope more to follow
Great story
Hope there is more with this instructor….