Car Trips Apparently Make Sveta Horny

I could probably just leave it at the title. Not much mystery there. But I won't because that's no fun.

So Sveta made her way back from the land of Ernst yesterday, showing up on my doorstep in the evening. Despite my title for this post, I don't know that it was the car trip that did it; it may have been being deprived of Ernst's ministrations for the first time in a week, or it may have been that the ministrations revved the motor. Or all three. My ego would like to put in that it could have been that she'd been deprived of my ministrations for a week, but that's less likely.

She was glowing. Not pregnant (I know that's code) but just well-satisfied. Except she couldn't have been that satisfied because it wasn't five minutes before we were in my bed coiled in osculatory bliss. Clothes were shucked (to be fair, I was already pretty much naked) and flesh was pressed and lips locked and temperatures rose and all the good stuff happened that tends to happen with reunion sex. After we got tired of kissing, I gave her breasts full-service treatment, something which I hadn't done in a while, while I slipped first one, then two fingers into her, my palm rubbing her clit while I curled up and stroked her inside. She came on my hand, which was slightly disappointing because I do love to be closer to the action when it happens, but she really enjoyed the twin sensations of fingers and lips on her nipples.

Then she ate me out, "to prove I haven't forgotten how," she said with a giggle. She hadn't forgotten anything. I tell you, sometimes I think back to the awkward, shy girl she was when I first met her and it breaks my brain just a little to think about the transformation. I wonder whether her friends or relatives have noticed, not that they'd notice that suddenly she was really good at going down on women (and men, or so I hear) but that she's blossomed a little. She does hide it; in public, it's not like she's suddenly become outgoing and pushy or anything like that. But there's a new confidence in her. It's inspiring. Or something like that.

Then we went downstairs and Sveta told me and Mom and Dad all about her trip. My statements to the affect that she got plenty are true, but since he was at his parents' house, "plenty" wasn't as much as either of them could have had, given privacy. Ernst's family sounds nice, if perhaps not as sexually open as mine; they didn't mind him having his girlfriend visit, and they turned a blind eye to the fact that her bed was never slept in. But it wasn't a colossal free-for-all of sex, unfortunately, which may be the real explanation why she was so happy to see me. I wish Ernst could have come to my house, because in a week, Sveta and I could have milked him dry. But it's okay; she got to express her independence a little, travel on her own, and get, if not as much as she would have liked, at least more than a little action.

She did drop what wasn't much of a bombshell really; she and Ernst have finally joined the bareback club. I knew at some point they would, no matter how ill-advised it might be. I can't even be outraged because I almost never made guys wear condoms in college. Actually, I would say that most of the times when a guy fucked me with a condom, it was his choice rather than mine. My parents made the obligatory noises of concern and then said, "Okay, fine, you're old enough to know better," and left it at that. We're getting her to the doctor to get checked out, but what can you do, really? I'm not a sterling example in this department, and it's not like Sveta's never had a guy without a condom before. If Ernst were some random hookup, maybe I'd be a bit more shocked, but they've been practically monogamous for months. It was time, and she's on the pill, and whether I worry a little hypocritically or not, she can make her own decisions. Do as I say, not as I do, has never worked well for me.

The first time, it was actually because he didn't have any condoms available. So he pulled out. But then she told him that she was very, very interested in a little internal action, and he said, okay, twist my arm (actually, she didn't say whether he was thrilled or reticent, but if I'd been he, I would have been thrilled) and they dispensed with condoms and pulling out for the remainder of the trip. She had this look on her face when she talked about feeling his cum inside her that I know well, and I'm afraid she's a hopeless creampie addict just like I am. It was tough to keep my hands off her after that; she just looked so sexy talking about it. So I called Dad in for support and together the two of us went to town on Sveta, until she was trying hard to eat me out while being delved expertly by Dad's nimble tongue. After an orgasm by yours truly, she flipped around and let me work on her while she worked on Dad, and she managed to get an orgasm out of him after some effort and an O on her own part, which was nice for everyone. I looked up at one point and saw Mom stroking herself and watching too, which was nice to think about.

She had to go home a little wobbly and sweaty, but definitely still glowing. I hope her family doesn't notice and think something's amiss.

So that was Sveta's road trip. And now that she's back and will need some more creampies with her new supplier cut off, I have additional leverage on Dad to get him to try out some things to maybe make that happen. I'm shameless, but it's for his own good. He really needs to recover physically so he can recover mentally, and I'm trying to be encouraging and supportive rather than pushy, but I might have to push a little. Expect to hear more about that soon, because I'm not leaving it alone.