IR Day 18 - Part 1

You wake up warm and safe, your arms around Ingrid. Your face is buried in her golden hair, and your intense morning wood is snugly against her rear. Her cotton panties feel soft and welcoming on the sensitive underside of your erection.

You try to keep still to avoid waking her, but the positioning, through no fault of your own, is too stimulating.

“Mm,” you breathe, trying to ease back to make it less distracting.

“Hmm,” she replies fuzzily, shifting. It has the opposite effect. Half-asleep, she instinctively pokes her hips backward toward you. Oh jeez. You breathe deeply and hold on as she presses against you, then sighs and goes still again.

Barely a minute passes, and without warning she wakes up with a start and a little noise of alarm. “Hmm? Hm?” She looks around blearily, then realizes where she is and looks abashed. She must’ve been dreaming. She seems pleased to have your arms around her.

“Morning,” you tell her quietly.

She murmurs something back, and you aren’t sure if it was supposed to be English or Swedish. It’s probably good morning. She can only look at you from the corner of her eye because of how your bodies are positioned, but she’s looking.

You realize that it’s because she feels your hard-on back there.

“Sorry,” you tell her, kissing her neck. “You’re too sexy.” She giggles. She’s already awake, so you give into your inner goblin and rub your body against hers, fondling her breasts and awkwardly craning your neck to kiss her lips. She kisses you back, but she’s still not fully awake. Your cock aches with need.

You pull the covers off and lean back just enough to get your hand on your shaft. Only a few seconds of vigorous stroking is enough. Ingrid’s cheeks redden as she feels you spurting hot cum on her hip and bottom.

“Oh,” you sigh, sagging with your arm over her once that’s out of your system. Now you’re pressed up against a sticky mess, but you feel much better.

You take your time getting out of bed, and you do your part for Ingrid in the shower, kissing her under the hot water as you use your hand to give her an orgasm that makes her soft thighs lock together while she moans quietly into your mouth.

It was a long week, but as you both dry off, you reflect that a morning like this makes it worth it. It feels like your dreams are coming true. Ingrid is everything and more that you wanted in a girlfriend in your angsty, single years. Well, except for the part that you can barely understand each other. But… you are not going to let that stop you. You like her way more than you should like someone that you have known for only three weeks.

She sees you watching her towel herself off and blushes.

You have to make this work.