The other day Nils’ friend Dotty asked him if he was ready for Spring Forward.

“I hate losing an hour,” Nils confessed.

“Why don’t you come over to my place this Sunday? You can participate in a Spring Forward dance I’ve concocted.”

“I’m not really much of a dancer,” Nils told her.

“That’s okay. All you have to do is watch.”

“I can do that,” Nils said.

“At first,” Dotty added. “Oh, and you have to be naked.”

“Will you be naked?” Nils asked.

“Of course.”

Sunday morning, Dotty took Nils to her yoga room, and after they’d shed their clothing, she showed him where to stand.

The dance looked to Nils more like a series of yoga positions, and there was no music, but Dotty was both athletic and graceful in her maneuvers, and Nils was charmed, even if he wasn’t quite sure how it related to “Spring Forward.” He was glad his participation involved no more than watching. Maybe his presence inspired her in some way, though it seemed the dance had nothing to do with him.

After about twenty minutes, Dotty stood up, turned to Nils, and smiled. He smiled back at her and clapped his hands. “Lovely,” he said. “I enjoyed it.”

“We’re not done,” Dotty said. “Now comes the fun part. You ready?”

“I guess so—sure!” Nils said, though he didn’t feel that confident.

Dotty arranged two very plump pillows on the floor, then had Nils lie on his back on the pillows, his legs bent, his feet pressed firmly against the wall. “See how easy it is,” she said. “Just stay like that and don’t move.”

“Can I—”

“Shhh,” Dotty hushed him, and she crouched over him, facing his feet, and she lowered herself until her sex pressed his lips. Then she bent forward and took his cock in her mouth, and while Nils enjoyed the taste and textures of her vulva, she sucked him slowly until he was fully erect. Nils wouldn’t have minded a few minutes more of that, but Dotty swiveled, and a moment later impaled herself on his cock. “There,” she said, fully settled, completely ensconced. “Try not to move. Just be.” She lifted her legs so her feet snuggled either side of Nils’ face. One foot moved to his mouth. Her toes kissed his lips. “Suck,” she said, and Nils sucked her toes, mimicking the rhythm of her cunt’s sexual squeeze. No more than two minute of such squeezing and sucking and Dotty’s orgasm began. The clench and flutter of her cunt drove Nils to the brink of ejaculation. “Not yet!” Dotty scowled, and her cunt gripped his cock with such force that coming was impossible. Once he’d quieted, the dance resumed. A dozen times, Dotty worked her way to climax, and each time, after that sweet wet flutter, she clamped Nils’ cock, forestalling his release. The thirteenth time, Dotty screamed, “Now!” Nils lost an hour of his life.

“Did you like it?” Dotty asked him afterward.

“I did,” Nils admitted. “Truth is, I wouldn’t mind springing forward every day, and twice on Sunday.”

“You’re in luck,” Dotty said, “for today happens to be Sunday.”