Hot and Bothered

It's pretty well known that the streaming series had caused more than one woman to get hot and bothered. That's not specifically why Ellie streamed it, she loved a good historical romance, but it certainly didn't hurt. The show didn't do a lot for Owen but at least it held his interest sufficiently. (Going down on someone wearing that much dress took talent he figured). He was well aware of its reputation, particularly as Ellie had told him about the night she was watching alone and wound up fingering herself, legs splayed, in the big easy chair to orgasm. She sheepishly confessed that was why she had to replay an episode.

One evening the couple settled in to stream the series. Ellie stretched out on the couch, her head in Owen's lap; she did it just for fun. They'd had some wine so were nicely relaxed. It was a comfortable May night, the inner front door was open and the occasional breeze wafted its way into the living room. At a certain angle you could see the sidewalk outside.

Given the weather, both were wearing shorts and tee shirts, nothing special, just comfortable. As the show progressed, Ellie, partly fueled by the alcohol, became the aforementioned hot and bothered. Owen's arm was resting against her, running down her side, in neutral territory. She decided that her breasts needed some attention, just to take the edge off. Ellie reached back and took his hand, moving it to her clothed chest. That day she was wearing a grey pull over sports-style bra creating what she called "the uniboob" from her 34B breasts. Owen massaged her through the shirt and bra, wondering if it was doing anything for her. He was quickly joining the hot and bothered club...

Apparently, it wasn't doing much because Ellie looked up in his direction, a question on her lips. "Slide in behind me?" The couple rearranged with Ellie lying against Owen's chest. The angle was so shallow that he could only reach about an inch below where her bra band would be. Happily, it allowed Owen to rub and squeeze both breasts at the same time. That lasted all of a few seconds before she sighed in mild frustration and pulled both shirt and bra up. Owen admired the wonderful view of bare skin down the length of her to the shorts before returning to the task at hand.

Owen trailed his hands, from his farthest reach and up her torso with the lightest of touches. Ellie giggled, he was tickling her not arousing her. He smiled down at her, his hands still in motion. When he got to her breasts, he gently cupped them, paused for but a moment before lifting and squeezing them. Owen looked at the two mounds in his hands, enjoying the scenery. Ellie's head fell back, as far as it could, a look of bliss on her face and letting out a small, contented moan. Although they attempted it, they couldn't quite get properly positioned for a kiss. She took a different tact, talking his left hand in hers, raising the palm to her lips and with the gentlest of touches licked it. Owen's swore his toes tingled.

The kiss served two purposes; it was an admittedly poor, but sexy, substitute for the aborted kiss. And she'd made his hand ever so slightly slippery. Ellie directed it to the center of the breast; it was time for the nipples to get some attention was the clear message. Owen surprised her though by lifting his hand until the damp palm touched only the nipple. He made little teasing circles at the very peak causing her back to arch ever so slightly. His right hand left its place on the other breast. Ellie felt something brushing her lips and wondered what it was but didn't open her eyes. She realized it was his finger and opened her mouth to receive it.

Ellie sucked and tongued the finger, sliding it in and out. Owen's toe tingles migrated upward along his inner thighs. The finger departed and found its way to the remaining peak requiring attention. He grazed the nipple repeatedly with the wetted finger. Ellie had a thing for her nipple play; she often had the best orgasms that way. She'd once told Owen that she loved playing with him because, beyond the obvious, she had two extra hands at her disposal; two for her breasts and two so she could finger and rub herself simultaneously.

Looking down Owen saw her unzip her shorts and slide a hand in. She was fairly vigorous from the outset. He could see her knuckles tenting the crotch of the shorts; she hadn't bothered to pull them down. His ministrations to her breasts continued.

Owen had a thing for watching Ellie touch herself. Her hand down her pants was sexy, arousing, but he wanted a better view.

"Pull your shorts down," he whispered.

Ellie obliged, lifting her hips and sending the shorts and accompanying panties toward the other end of the couch. A distant part of his mind noted that they were a lace trimmed set of cheekies he adored. The two articles of clothing only made it to mid-thigh before Ellie went back to work.

Now with room to operate, she skimmed both hands to her crotch. One used one to hold herself open; the other allowed her to stroke on either side of the lips and then her clit. Part of her was tempted to have done already and plunge in but she held off; it was too soon.

Ellie continued, stroking but lightly now. Earlier she could only touch the surface around her outer lips. With added access, she didn't need to be vigorous now.

Owen had settled into a kind rhythmless rhythm; he changed up his technique randomly but kept up a steady march forward. When he saw Ellie switch over to directly touching her clit he knew what was coming and loved it. Ellie inserted two fingers and started pumping; the other hand worked the clit. Owen focused solely on her nipples, rubbing, nearly pinching them. It had taken a bit of happy practice to learn the exact pressure she desired. He was very much getting hard watching and listening to her. Ellie's back arched and legs tensed on their own. Her breathing had accelerated as had the moans. Then the moans melded into one long sound. Her knees came up and chest flushed before she went still, except for a few small tremors.

Ellie went slack and Owen held her as she came down. She removed her fingers but kept up a desultory rubbing, while catching her breath. Owen's erection was clearly pressing against her back.

"Your turn," she said casually, again looking back toward him.

Wordlessly he got off the couch and stood near her head. Now she wanted to be the audience.

Owen didn't need to put in any prep work; he was rock hard. (In fact, he was mindful he might be at risk of finishing too quickly). Shorts and a pair of red briefs Ellie particularly liked fell to the floor. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started with brisk, emphatic strokes. Owen's stance widened as he accelerated, at times focusing on one part of the shaft or another. The other hand cupped his balls periodically.

Owen had been in his own head, replaying Ellie getting off, especially the fingering, for a moment with eyes closed. When he opened them and looked down he saw Ellie working herself again, gently but with increasing fervor. She was very much staring at him, her focus shifting from the rudiments of his O face to his erection and back. Owen grunted as he began to thrust his hips while still pumping away.

Then Ellie surprised him. She looked him directly in the eye, opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. He hadn't been expecting this; he'd assumed it would just be solo tonight. Owen took a step forward as Ellie spoke.

"Anywhere, wherever you want."

Owen squeezed his eyes shut, slowing his hand, holding off his orgasm for the moment. When he looked down again, he found Ellie pinching her nipples, rolling them with her fingers. She was actually biting her lip while displaying a little grin. And then her eyes closed, as her second orgasm rolled over her.

He went back to quick strokes before slowing to watch Ellie. Owen felt an awful lot of pressure building. His breath hastened. Ellie knew it wouldn't be long now and opened her mouth again, tongue extended. That was all Owen needed. The initial burst shot almost to her throat, but the subsequent squirts hit the mark, landing on her tongue. He was again caught by surprise, this time by how his cock throbbed with each pulse, far more than he could ever remember before. Owen's hand slowed but didn't stop, squeezing out what was left of his orgasm. Ellie noticeably swallowed and then rolled on her side, consuming him. Using first her tongue and then her whole mouth she tidied him up, working the head before dipping downward. Owen felt a jolt of pleasure from his sensitive member when she hit bottom. Without gagging her, he pushed in and out of her mouth twice before stepping back.

Ellie and Owen gazed at each other as their breathing slowed. She lay with her shirt up, shorts pulled down, panties taught halfway up her thighs. His pants and underwear were down around his ankles. His cock was softening but he remained on the firm side. The tee shirt he wore was damp in spots from sweat; the bunched up clothes above her breasts were in the same condition. It was especially noticeable when she pulled the bra and shirt down. A little shimmying was required to recreate the uniboob, get her breasts sorted properly.

Ellie looked over first at Owen who was in the midst of reassembling himself and then the front door. For the second time that night she giggled.

"Uh... we left the inner door open."

Zipping up, he turned around and looked.

"Huh," was the total of his reaction. Owen was too worn out and jazzed on happy hormones to really care. "I guess maybe someone got a show," he said shrugging. Ellie got up and put her arms around his neck; he held her at the hips. The kiss that followed was soft and gentle, with a little nibbling thrown in.

"I wonder where the remote is," said Ellie playfully when they broke the kiss. She hadn't moved an inch, her arms remained right where they were, her voice was low.

"I wonder if I care," replied Owen, equally playfully.

"Fair," she said as they both leaned in for another kiss.

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Author's Note

For some reason I feel compelled to state that this story is not autobiographical, although some details were cribbed from real life. A few years ago I heard some women discussing how erotic they found Outlander, to the point of one of them having some personal time in a recliner like Ellie. The term uniboob I credit to my ex, (not saying it's original).