Pre-Op Bliss & Flutter's Touch

The insistent chirping of my alarm ripped me from a dream of endless beaches and sun-drenched skin. 4:00 AM. Precisely. A wave of nausea, a familiar prelude to the day’s impending surgery, washed over me. But before the sterile scent of the hospital could fully permeate my senses, I knew what awaited. Melodie.

Our Marriott room, overlooking a tangle of ancient oaks and whispering pines, felt both luxurious and strangely clinical. The morning light, filtering through the sheer curtains, cast long, pale shadows across the plush king-sized bed. This was our ritual, a carefully orchestrated dance before the inevitable. Melodie, my incandescent seventy-year-old muse, was already awake, a silent, simmering energy radiating from her presence.

“Ready for your pre-op pleasure?” she murmured, her voice a low, husky rumble that vibrated through the air. Her eyes, a startling shade of turquoise, held a playful glint. She knew exactly how to quell my anxieties, transforming the looming surgery into a tantalizing anticipation.

As we prepared for our morning rendezvous, the remnants of last night’s passion still clung to us, a tangible reminder of our shared intimacy. Melodie, bless her adventurous spirit, had procured a new toy – a “Plus One Feathering Arouser,” as she called it. It was shaped like a delicate feather, tipped with a vibrating element, designed for targeted pleasure. She’d purchased it just yesterday from a surprisingly well-stocked Walgreens, a testament to its discreet appeal.

I, in turn, had shaved with a particularly sharp razor, resulting in a slight nick on my lip. "Terrible timing," I grumbled, wincing slightly. Melodie, ever practical, grabbed a bottle of antiseptic and a bandage. As she cleaned the wound, her touch sent a shiver of anticipation through me.

By 4:18 AM, we were both fully dressed, our bodies slick with anticipation. The view from our fourth-floor window offered a tantalizing glimpse of the world waking up, a vibrant contrast to the impending darkness of the operating room. We had only fifteen minutes to fulfill our tradition, a desperate attempt to distract ourselves from the looming procedure. It was a race against time, a chaotic blend of intimacy and anxiety.

Melodie immediately set about preparing for our session, showering with gusto and turning on the radio to blast a particularly energetic track. As she worked, I retrieved the vibrators, feeling the familiar thrill of impending pleasure. Melodie, observing my actions, declared, “We don't have time for that! We'll be late! I’m just going to give you ‘you know what’ while I sit and you stand.” Her words were a challenge, a playful provocation that only heightened my desire.

She was right, of course. The time slipped away in a blur of passionate touches, frantic kisses, and desperate pleas. The flutter toy, as we'd dubbed it, was brought into play swiftly. Melodie began to flutter her clitoris with the feather vibrator, her movements quick and insistent. Simultaneously, I moved to focus on her, my hands exploring every inch of her body, my mouth moaning with each stolen touch.

As she began to come, the familiar heat built within me, a potent mix of lust and adrenaline. She shifted her weight, her body arching slightly as she surrendered to the pleasure. The flutter toy continued its insistent rhythm, pushing her closer and closer to the brink. I continued my exploration, my hands tracing the curves of her hips, her stomach, her breasts. The scent of coconut oil, which I’d liberally applied to her sensitive areas, filled the air, adding another layer of sensory delight.

Melodie, now fully consumed by her pleasure, let out a satisfied sigh. She looked at me, her eyes filled with a knowing smile. "You're really ready, so you know the rule: if you can, then do." The unspoken request hung in the air, a blatant invitation to fulfill her desires.

Before I could even contemplate what she was asking, Melodie grabbed her Sensuelle Plus vibrator and began to stimulate her clitoris with a powerful, pulsating rhythm. It was an aggressive, insistent pleasure that both thrilled and terrified me. I leaned in, responding to her demands, allowing her to take the lead.

As she continued to mount me, I realized that I was starting to feel a bit faint. My heart, already strained by the upcoming surgery, couldn’t handle the combination of stress and arousal. I needed a quick fix, something to restore my stamina. Looking around the room, my eyes fell on Melodie's bountiful assets. Her breasts, firm and perfectly shaped, were a beacon of hope.

Without hesitation, I slid my erection out and began to rub it vigorously against her nipples. The sensation was both intense and electrifying, a surge of pleasure that immediately revived my flagging energy. Melodie, witnessing my actions, let out a delighted squeal. She began to lick my man-nips, her tongue exploring every inch of my sensitive skin.

Simultaneously, she continued to flutter her clitoris with the Sensuelle Plus vibrator. The combination of oral stimulation, manual rubbing, and the intense vibrations created a symphony of pleasure that was both overwhelming and utterly addictive. I found myself lost in the moment, completely consumed by the physical sensations.

As the minutes ticked by, I noticed Melodie getting even more animated. The wrinkles on her face seemed to disappear, replaced by a youthful vitality that was both captivating and slightly unnerving. The power of her orgasm was palpable, radiating outward and intensifying my own arousal.

Finally, as she reached her peak, Melodie let out a triumphant yell. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her muscles tense and quivering. I watched in awe, feeling a deep sense of connection to this extraordinary woman.

When she finally came, I didn't hesitate. I slid back into our familiar X position, my erection once again facing her eager pussy. We continued our frenzied session, alternating between the flutter toy and the Sensuelle Plus vibrator, pushing each other to new levels of ecstasy. The world outside faded away, replaced by the intoxicating rhythm of our shared pleasure.

As we reached the crescendo of our lovemaking, a sense of urgency washed over me. We had to finish before the hospital called. Looking at Melodie, her body slick with sweat and glistening with arousal, I knew that we had accomplished our mission.

With a final, desperate thrust, I plunged deep into her wet depths, feeling the immense satisfaction of both her pleasure and my own. When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless and spent, our bodies aching with the intensity of our encounter.

As we cleaned up the aftermath, Melodie turned to me, her eyes filled with a mischievous sparkle. "You're really ready, so you know the rule: if you can, then do.” This time, the request was more explicit. She wanted me to “flick” her pussy. It was a bold challenge, one that required both skill and confidence.

Without hesitation, I took her into my arms, gently lifting her onto my lap. My erection, still hard from the previous encounter, rested firmly against her wet pussy. With a deep breath, I began to flick her, my movements precise and controlled. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect balance of rhythm and intensity.

Melodie, caught up in the pleasure, let out a moan of delight. Her body arched against me, her movements becoming increasingly frantic. As I continued to flick her, I noticed a slight change in her breathing. Her face flushed with color, and her eyes rolled back in her head. It was clear that she was approaching the brink of orgasm.

Finally, as I reached the peak of my flicking, Melodie let out a final, piercing shriek. Her body convulsed violently, her muscles completely frozen in their state of arousal. I held her close, savoring the moment, before letting her go.

As she recovered, Melodie reached for my hand, her fingers intertwined with mine. “Let’s get out of here,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration.

We quickly packed our belongings and headed out the door, leaving the luxurious confines of our hotel room behind. As we drove to the hospital, I couldn't help but reflect on the incredible experience we had just shared. The pre-op pleasure, the flutter toy, the Sensuelle Plus vibrator, the electric friction... it had all been worth it.

The surgery was successful, and I was released from the hospital just a few days later. As I looked back on the events of the past few days, I realized that Melodie had not only calmed my nerves but had also reignited my passion for life. Her love, her touch, her insistent desire – it was all a potent antidote to the fear and uncertainty that threatened to consume me.

And so, as I prepared for my next surgery, I knew that I was ready. Not just for the procedure itself, but for whatever challenges lay ahead, as long as I had Melodie by my side. The memory of our shared pleasure, the lingering scent of coconut oil, and the intoxicating rhythm of her fluttering clitoris would forever serve as a reminder of the power of love, lust, and a well-timed vibrator.

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