Buckle up, this was an exploration of hysterically funny proportions.
As my laughter overtook her screams of anguish, we ended up at a standoff. AND the more I laughed the more upset she became, which made it even funnier. I looked at all 5’2 of her. Shoulder length curly hair to mid back, and deliciously curvy. Did I mention she was naked, standing with legs wide, and hands on hips. I was naked too, but lying down legs spread after our recent coupling.
Why Was There a Post Coital Exploration Standoff?
Every time I looked at her outraged face, I would erupt in giggles, hardly mature but the only response I could muster in response. You see, she kept holding up her hand like it should mean something, saying look as she shoved it towards my face, wiggling her fingers as some kind of digital morse code that was sailing gaily over my head.
Turning red in the face, she rasped, “my ring it’s missing”, and intently stared at my happy cave and then back at me.
Surely She Didn’t Mean She Lost it There!
As she stared at me, a smidge of understanding crept into my way too relaxed brain that thought I should be curled up in bliss not facing an interrogation of my lovely bush.
“You think it’s inside? There?” I managed to squeak with my face not even attempting to hide my amusement, the words exploding from my lips between chuckles.
She nodded and stared, she was invested.
Not, shy, I took a moment to check in with my body. I imagined I would feel a hard object like a ring hanging out in my snatch, but hey I don’t like to say no to a lover, so even though I felt that she was on the wrong track, I told her, have at it. If you want to have a little looksy to satisfy your curiosity (and also mine) go for it.
And she did.
The Search Was Thorough For Want of A Better Word
She explored every nook and cranny.
Every.Last.One.
I laughed until I cried during her exploration, was chastised for wiggling (how could I not!) until after 10 minutes (that’s how long it felt) she was satisfied that she didn’t lose her ring while inside me, and promptly found it on the bedside table where she had carefully placed it before launching herself into the bed.
I could not stop laughing.
We didn’t last much longer as a couple, but 30 years later I still remember this night with fondness, the night when laughter was more cathartic than sex.
PEace Out