The Dirt Track

Eventually she joined me and snuggled up in my arms. "Satisfied now you've had your wicked way with me are you?" she looked up, I grinned. "It bloody hurt you know."

"I know. It was meant to, I was angry"

"Yeah, I know...I'm sorry darling, I really am...But we're ok now?"

"Yep, until Sunday week"

"Whaaat! You said..."

"Yep, last Sunday of each month," she looked horrified, "Don't worry, you'll get used to it," I said laughing as I squeezed her nipple.

"Ow, you bastard, " she mocked as I flicked the other nipple and settled in to some gentle tweaking, squeezing and caressing as she nuzzled in to my neck. This was the acceptance I needed and for the second time today my finger tracked down her front, but this time circled her slightly red but very smooth mound before dipping in to find her reassuringly moist. "Oh, how did that happen?" She moved her thigh a little wider and my circling went lower.

"Guess my slutty girlfriend quite liked the dirt track after all then?" And within a minute her hips bucked against my hand.