Arriving Drenched

By the time she pulled up to the address given, she was barely able to hold and contain herself. She was shaking at every joint in her body from being wrecked with pleasure. All she wanted, all she needed, all she craved was her man plunging himself deeply into her and taking all that was his to enjoy fully.

The sign was clever. A unique word they shared. She dutifully followed the sign around the back of this lonely corner lot residential home with a huge yard and fencing. She was not to enter from the driveway in the front but circle round the back. The entrance was a non-paved steep grassy driveway path. Oh the irony was not lost on her. Her body could not take another round of fighting with orgasms and focusing to drive. The GPS counted off one last minute and a reminder that she was only a couple yards/meters away from her destination.

Bracing herself for what was to come, she nursed the car over the curb onto the grass and then let the pedal have all the hell her highly arched foot could find. The tires immediately made short work of the grass as they rapidly spun up to maximum speed. The car lazily fishtailed it’s way up the hill to the rear facing garage as she succumbed to an even more powerful salvo of bliss from the now overpowered over-juiced vibe. The doors opened just as she pulled up.

When she had recovered from all the convulsions her body processed… she was a spent mess. She opened her eyes to see the arms of her man removing the keys from the ignition and pulling back as he started to move towards the door inside the garage. His hand signaled to her to follow. But she was too spent to move. She didn’t want to disobey, but she couldn’t move at all. All her energy was gone.

He knew she would arrive spent. He had programmed the vibe to respond to certain cues. While he was not able to monitor and fully enjoy, the lack of warning text meant that she had handled this challenge well and was not in any danger. The sensors in the car and the vibe were well tested and would have told him of any dangers she might face. He could have stepped in remotely to stop the vibe if it was too intense for her and even remotely manage certain aspect of the car to keep her safe. Thankfully, she was as capable as he suspected.

While she was beyond her typical sexual threshold, he knew very well that she could have taken quite a bit more. But, not being present to enjoy this discovery with her, he had to contend himself with preparing her recovery moment. This would be the point where she got the release and satisfaction she was waiting for. This would be the highlight of her night that she thought she had had earlier. And just when she’d be wanting to fall asleep, he’d transition her to the corrective measures of the night.

But first, there was the point of getting her out of the car and unplugged. She was nearing the limits of how long it was safe to have herself plugged. Not wanting her to have any adverse memories, he quickly grabbed his vest and headed back out to the car.

She was still in a fog of sexual bliss. But he needed her up and about. The heels would be too much for her, but it was adding to his anticipation and plans. So, he adjusted his posture to command greater authority and waltz back into the garage.

She saw her man walk into the garage owning every single molecule of air on the entire block. The man had presence. That vest was new and it was working her hormones really hard. She was getting very aroused fast. The man looked on a mission, something she adored.

He didn’t ask. Didn’t say. He just took the door open, and with a firm extra loving touch, he picked her right out of the car and proceeded to the backside of the car. Propping her in place, and gently but firmly leaning her over the car, her mind raced with anticipation as her knees threatened to give out.

Her eyes popped open as she felt his hands grab an ample amount of her tush, spread them, and popped the plug out. The sensation of relief shot a wave of orgasm through her that she totally didn’t expect. And as she tried to process why, she became acutely aware that the vibe changed it’s buzz pattern. And while she tried to grip and hold on to it, it slid out. Before she could try and explain or apologize… the fullness of his manhood took charge of her vaginal canal and shot her to the moon of pleasure.

As he started to grind himself deeply into her, she pressed back and arched her back as far as she could to allow him the greatest access possible. One of his hands grabbed a handful of her hair and helped her get into the optimal arch as he filled her hungrily and dominantly. The extra height of the heels had her pelvis not only at the optimal height, but also optimal angle. She took him in and enjoyed the earth shattering intense volcanic blows of pleasure that shook every sinew of her soul.

She was taking in ample gobs of energy from this man who was filling her whole being with life giving invigorating bliss. She was being rocked and lifted and pressed just the way she had always fantasized of being taken. This was her man. He was owning her just the way she was afraid to ask for. She was being transformed and empowered. All the pains in her heart were being washed away. She was finally connecting with her man the way she was afraid to voice.