Chapter 28

As always with the Thomas Clan, MY best laid plans often went astray. And so did the one I had planned on, right then, right there. You see, I'd left my motionless fingers inside Claire. I wanted to let her calm most of the way down and then my plan was to heist her up to a crescendo again; but very slowly. My ultimate goal was to do that a couple of times. Claire had made sure I was well taken care of earlier and now I wanted it to be her turn for that honor.

I figured when her breathing slowed, I'd start kissing her breasts again. After I'd done that for a while I could add in some very light stimulation with my fingers. Just gentle movements were all I wanted to make. My goal was to let her stay in that sleepy zone of contentment for a while before I started moving my fingers a bit, yet staying away from her G-Spot.

It was a fluid plan which would, shall we say, go with the flow. I'd let her purr for a while and then begin to rev up the engines. When things were beginning to really heat up I'd let her charge toward another orgasm.

I don't know what it is, but most guys I know ... me included ... really like the feeling of having that intimate embrace with their woman. There's a hole down there and there's one wonderful way to fill it ... one or more fingers.

Of course, there are times when it gets too sensitive down there for a girl and they'll extract whatever fingers had found a home. The same happens to a guy. Nothing hurts more than super-sensitivity. Enough is enough. So I was trying to make sure I didn't pass that specific mile-marker.

So there I was, the two middle fingers of my motionless right hand buried up to the hilt; my palm resting softly on her pubis. Claire had my head cradled onto her chest and her right nipple was poking my left cheek. She was mindlessly tracing a finger over my temple, tasseling my short-hairs there.

I assume it's the same with everyone. There's a huge benefit of satisfaction from the act of giving your partner a good bit of orgasmic pleasure. Well, that's exactly where I was. I was very content. I guess you could say, we both were floating on Cloud 9.

I don't know about you, but in a situation where you're laying with your loved one, relaxing in the Waning Zone after a nice orgasm, visual stimulation is sort of turned off. Right ... I was vegging there with my eyes closed and I was sure that's the way Claire was too.

So when the cloud we were on rolled a little how'd we know or care what had caused it. It wasn't a major tidal wave crashing into us. No, it was more like the lapping of a soft wave would feel like. One which would gently rock a boat. Just giving it a gentle roll.

Claire gave out a very soft hum. A barely audible one. But as slight as it had been, with my head on her chest, I could feel it and hear it.

Of course, in such a situation, how would anyone know, what was next. Unfortunately, I found out when the inevitable came and hit me head-on.

Clearly I heard, "Whachadoin?"

That really rocked my boat!

No, let me correct that. Sandy, rocked OUR Boat!

Claire took in a breath and let it out, saying, "Hi Peanut."

Me, I just wanted to let out a 'Lion King' of a ROAR!!!

But I didn't. I thought back to just who it was that had been last through the pocket doors. Claire. Well, I couldn't blame me for not locking them and another, 'Well' I couldn't blame her either.

She had distinctly told the crew remaining back in the living room, "Remember, after it all; He's mine." I'd heard it.

Then I thought, 'Whenever did our little Minx ever listen?'.

Sandy certainly walked to the beat of a different drummer than I'd ever walked to. Although, I guess there were times I violated someone's request or even a direct order. Problem was she pretty much did it all the time.

'Why am I surprised?' I thought. Actually I wasn't. So as Claire always told me, 'Go With The FLOW!!!'.

So I did go with the flow when I said, "Hi, Squirt," right after Claire had offered her greeting.

But for Sandy that wasn't enough. She asked her question once more, "Whachadoin?" The second time it was directed at me.