Accomodation

While I teased on Facebook, this post is mostly unshared. So many think about "Ooo, sexy to do something outside," but with my sun allergy, most sexual things are off the metaphorical table for me when the sun's up. However, Vala had a lovely suggestion for sexuality outside at night.
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​Vala laid out the outdoors blanket beside the circle of pine trees. She then reclined on it. “You joining me?”

I dropped to my knees on the blanket and crawled close to her. “Here.” I giggled when I thought of my needless speech; she could feel me, but not hear my word. I took her left hand in mine and carefully signed, “How are you?”

“I'm good. I do so love how you don't mind the tactile signing for me while I speak for you.” Vala squeezed my hand for a moment.

I took in a deep breath before fingerspelling, “Accommodation.”

She laughed. “Spelled it! Remember to ask Adan if there's a sign to that concept.” She led my right hand between my legs and took my left hand in hers, encouraging my arm to lay across my body.

Hearing the ASL gloss in my mind, I saw myself signing, “Good to be outside at night. Feels good.” Clouds moved away from in front of the moon, allowing me to better see our bodies, our joined hands, the other hands starting to stroke.

A light breeze kissed our bodies and Vala's nipples grew harder in my sight, even as I felt mine swell with the arousal of the situation. Her femininity near me felt the perfect balance to being Shaman's fucktoy this morning, bringing me into the fullness of gender although still without binary gender.

“We can lay here and enjoy our orgasms as long as we want,” Vala murmured. “Soma's watching Eoin.”

I spelt, “Good,” into her hand. I felt and saw Shaman gently placing His foot and some of His weight on my cheek. A pulse of sensation exploded in my clit.

“After we've enjoyed ourselves, I get to sleep in The Queen's bed tonight,” Vala commented, her breath coming in quickening pants as her own pleasure steadily grew. “Deep pressure, like impact.”

Her words caressed my skin. I twined my right leg with her left. “Impact.” I heard the sound of a flogger hitting skin somewhere near us, but couldn't see the players.

“How do you deal with your shifting attention?” Vala asked.

I laughed; to answer Vala's question required far more signs than I knew.

“I know. You've gotten used to your mind's stimming. I'm really more used to it than my question would suggest. I suppose it's sort of like having multiple, possible arousals all at the same time.”

“Like,” I signed into Vala's hand. I felt her voice as an orgasm in my mind. Her curls brushed against my shoulder and I pressed my toes into the blanket. “Come,” I signed.

She gave my hand three quick squeezes. Twitching, she must have been coming too. She said, “Pretty, pretty girl. What's it like, the difference between Shaman masturbating you and not stopping at one orgasm, like you so often do when you're masturbating in bed by yourself? Don't worry. That's mostly rhetorical. Fingerspelling would be too much and you might not know all the signs to answer. I don't have the same pattern though. Whether it's by myself or with any number of partners, it's only permission from someone above me that generally limits the number of orgasms.”

My fingers slipped between my legs again; her words inspired me to more. Slippery with mucous from the Bartholin's gland, my fingers glided over my clit. I jammed my middle finger into my cunt as Vala's touch and echoes of Shaman's touch vibrated through me.

Her lips pressed against my shoulder as she sought her own pleasure. “The moon light sometimes gives the prettiest bit of illumination.” Mouth opening on the point of my shoulder, she sucked lightly on my skin.

“Yes,” I signed into her hand.

“Are you feeling that overwhelm that it makes it difficult for you to continue pleasuring yourself?”

I considered a moment before signing again, “Yes.”

“Don't you think you deserve this pleasure?”

I moved my hand in an awkward, one-handed, “Maybe.”

“Your pleasure gives me enjoyment too.”

Middle finger in my cunt, thumb working against my clit, her words bounced around in my mind beyond her speaking them. The orgasm snuck up on me and I squeezed her hand through the release, no word or picture coming to my mouth, hands, or mind.

“That's lovely.” She gasped through her own orgasm.

I pondered the correct signs for the words I heard in my mind; I saw the ASL gloss on the screen up to communicate with Vala if needed. The moon appeared large and bright in the sky above us. Removing my hand from hers, I carefully signed, “Feel-good, talk-none.” More or less the correct glossing in my head, on my fingers, letting Vala know my gratitude.

​“Good night.” She kissed my cheek. “Maybe those players with the flogger with join you soon."