Some [FF] under a blanket on a cold day

Amanda was over again for a little while this weekend. She didn't stay the night though. Boo!

I thought this might be the second visit in row that nothing happened, but I was wrong. It may not be much, but what did happen was more than nothing.

It has gotten cold where we live, so the blankets are out. There is always one laying on the couch because I'm always cold at this time of year. Sunday afternoon was no different. The minute I hit the couch to watch the movie we'd decided to watch, I was under a blanket with my head on one end of the couch and my feet resting in Amanda's lap on the other.

There was nothing different about how we were sitting. Before we'd ever made out or teamed up to show my husband a good time Amanda and I would sit like this. Sometimes we'd even share blanket if we were both sitting up and she got cold too. The only thing different this time was that she decided she wanted to share the blanket but kept saying I didn't have to get up for her. She laid down on the front edge of the couch and pulled the blanket back up over us.

My husband looked over a little later and faked a wide eyed expression. He told me later that he thought something might get going and was surprised because it was in the afternoon, not a late weekend night.

He also said he was disappointed that he didn't get in on what happened, but said he almost got off just watching Amanda try to keep her face straight.

After a few minutes under the blanket, Amanda started rubbing my leg through my flannel house pants. Small little movements, mostly just her thumb and index finger opening and closing on top of my leg, but also a few little squeezes and, when we adjusted position a couple of times, some rubs with her whole hand. Those weren't as noticeable while we shifted around?

I still don't know who I've become. A few months ago, this whole situation would have freaked me out. On Sunday, it felt natural to return the small little hidden displays of affection I was getting. My hand was already limply dangling over Amanda's hip, but after I was sure she was rubbing my leg on purpose I moved it around and cupped it around the edge of her waist. After a little more petting, I tucked my fingers between Amanda and the couch. I really liked snuggling with her without anything else happening. At least for a little while.

A little later pulled my fingers out from under her. I figured that it might be getting uncomfortable. I tried to be really casual as put my hand over her bellybutton and, without moving it from there, used my fingers to pull the bottom of her t-shirt up.

When I felt skin instead of fabric, I started to feel that feeling. I used to call it horny. For a while now, its been something else. Still confusing, and sometimes almost scary, I get really focused on sex. Or maybe sensuality. I don't know where it's come from or how to describe it. I just know I love the feeling and wish it wouldn't ever stop.

I didn't go crazy on Amanda or anything. I am sort of proud of myself for moving a little slower and being more subdued. I put my hand under her shirt and on her stomach. She didn't gasp, but she took a longer breath. She was comfortable. I almost ruined it when I started lightly moving my fingertips back and forth right above her belly button. It didn't cause her to make a noise, but I know she wanted to. Her belly quivered. I had discovered that Amanda is ticklish. I thought it might be useful to me in the future.

That wasn't going to be on Sunday. I accidentally got a couple of other smaller quivers out of Amanda when I would move my hand down to rub a little lower! But she never made a sound and seemed to be liking where my hand was going. I don't think it was on purpose, but almost every time I started rubbing a little lower, she'd shift her hips just little bit and make us fit together a little better. It was almost like a very small, very short grind of her ass on my groin.

When my fingers made their way under the bands of her sweats and panties, she took another long deep breath and moved her head just enough to try to hide that she put it back down a little closer to me.

I went for it, but slowly. I could tell she'd shaved recently but that her pubes had mostly grown back. I ran my fingers through them a little. I noticed her breathing was deeper now and wondered how long I'd missed that signal. I finally ran my fingers down to her slit and rubbed around the outside of her pussy for a while.

She felt dry at first. But a little rubbing exposed how wet she really was and I put middle finger inside her, but only a little. I moved it around slowly, making sure it was wet enough to move it back to her clit. She had no physical reaction to me entering her. I could barely sense a reaction from her when I started making circles around her clit.

On the other hand, my husband could see her face. He said that even though he could her face pretty well without having to move his head, it still thought Amanda might catch him watching. But he figured out that she either didn't care, or was to distracted to look over at him even if she did. He said he never saw her look at him. The times she looked up, meaning towards him since she was laying down, she was looking past him, not at him. Does that make sense? He explained it better!

One thing I've learned about Amanda is that she is loud when she's getting off. Her breathing changed as I rubbed her clit. It changed again and I felt her get a good kind of tense when I started doing it a little faster. But I couldn't see her face and she didn't make a sound. She put her hand over mine on the outside of her sweat pants and moved her head a few times, obviously trying to make it seem natural. Nothing left me with the impression that I'd made her cum.

My husband assures me that I did. He knows Amanda is crazy loud. We've talked about how surprised we were at how loud she can get! Even though she didn't make a single noise, my husband insists that I got her off. He said he watched her nose crinkle and her take some really long and hard blinks that she tried to play off like she had dry eyes or something.

He said her mouth would fall slightly open, but that she would bite down on the inside of her cheek (lightly) to try to hide it. Sometimes she'd do the opposite of the long and hard blinks, probably trying to fight them, and her eyes would get wide, but not TOO wide. He said he noticed a couple of obviously hard swallows. She'd quickly lick her lips to wet them lightly bite her bottom lip. He said it seems like she thought that might be a giveaway to what was happening because she'd quit after split second every time even though it looked like it took effort to stop.

He thinks he knows exactly when Amanda came. He said she pretty much did all those things one after another and then made the strangest face he's ever seen her make for a few moments, and then, somehow, seemed to relax a little even though she didn't really move or change her expression. He said it was the really deep breath and coincidental need to shift positions that removed all doubt for him.

On the other hand, I thought that Amanda had been uncomfortable, in the physical sense, and just needed to move a little. She didn't sit up, get up, turn around, or anything like that. But she moved just enough to make me pull my hand out of her panties so that she could move freely enough to get comfortable. When I put my hand back down on her just above her waistline, she put her hand on top of mine. I only tried to take my fingers back down once. The very light squeeze and barely noticed bit of resistance from her hand was enough to let me know that she needed break.

I actually nodded off a couple of minutes later! My husband said I couldn't have been asleep for more than five minutes before Amanda got a text and had to leave quickly to take care of a personal thing (something urgent, but not an emergency, that unfortunately comes up for regularly). I think she noticed that I had nodded off and said, "Get some rest, sleepyhead! I'll call you tomorrow." and gave me a big, intentional smile as she gathered her purse, put her hoodie back on, and hit the door.

All we've actually done since is text, so I really don't know if I made her cum that day or not. I don't even know if it will come up! No matter what, I had a good time doing it.

Our internet connection started dropping right before the movie ended, or at least seemed to be. I told my husband I was going to go take a shower. He gave me a look and said that he wished he could join me, but he had some things he had to do. He told me, "Save some for tonight." I asked what he meant. He just gave me the, "You know damn well what I mean." look and then went to over to the computer to do whatever it was he had to do for work.

I took my shower. All I can say is that I absolutely love our removable shower head. It has one setting that does it for me every time. And this time was no different. My husband kept his word. About 6-7 hours later he fucked my brains out. I'm still a little sore.