Grandma's Basement Bathroom

Sex is always good with the Chief. But sex on a freezer, and then on the floor of my evil grandmother's bathroom in the basement just has that something special that makes it even better.

Perhaps I'll be going straight to hell for this. But I can assure you that I don't care in the slightest. It was worth it, 110%.

The Chief and I had just spent the morning out playing in the scorching July sun. We were scheduled to go drive golf carts for my family in the afternoon, but heat, humidity, and fair skin don't really mix well with 4 hours of golfing and mosquito's. So instead we decided to stay home; his plan was to watch TV and drink beer. I didn't like the beer part, but curling up in the cool basement sounded like a fairly decent plan to me. Except we couldn't find the TV remote, and Dr. Phil or Oz or whoever isn't the most entertaining thing I can imagine doing with my boyfriend on vacation. I suggested a movie, Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland was the only DVD I could find, luckily I love Tim Burton. But today I was bored. The movie couldn't keep my attention. The Chief looked like he was half asleep.

"Fuck Me?" I whispered the question.

The look I got was shock, and incredulity. The expression clearly said, "Are you KIDDING me?"

I rarely kid about sex.

I started tugging at his clothes and leading him to the most private public place I could find in the house, considering grandma and my uncles were all upstairs- Grandma's Basement Bathroom. A tiny little room directly under the main living space. I slid out of my shorts and hopped onto the freezer, pulling him toward me, peeling off his clothing ever so slowly. The chill of the freezer on my cheeks was thrilling, sending shivers up and down everything. He slid our fancy new condoms on and then slid himself into me. Awkwardly, the freezer was one of those really old school high ones. Luckily I wanted to be fucked, not played with so I hopped down and asked if he'd be okay with doggie style. Like the man would EVER turn that down ;)

Trying to keep fast, hard sex quiet is a challenge. Trying to stay quiet while enjoying said sex is even harder. But it certainly acts as an aphrodisiac. With his hands firm on my hips he thrusted and I bucked into him and we tried to muffle the sounds as people walked above our heads squeaking the floors and when it was done he was wide awake and less tired then he was before we started. I was positively giddy and gleeful. Miraculously neither of us had rug burn from carpeted floor.

Laughing and blissful we put on pieces of stray clothing and creeped back to the basement couch and our movie; with mere moments to spare before my parents walked in the door.