Imagine hooking up with an attractive stranger - you're back at their place after a couple of hours of increasingly loaded conversation and there's no more beating around the bush. You're all over each other, and now they have you on your back on the couch whilst they hover over you. Their hand is down your pants and you can't believe how quickly your orgasm is approaching; they're good with their fingers. You expected to have to guide them at least a little, but no - they seem to be one step ahead of you when it comes to your pleasure.
Suddenly, they're lifting their head from where it's been nestled into your neck as they suck and nip at the skin there. You glance at them, taking in their expression of - dismay? Confusion? And then realisation hits you. Your whole body goes hot, and your genitals throb. Surely they aren't about to-
It happens so quickly - their hazy expression draws tight, face twisted in a near-snarl as they pitch downwards with an exceptionally violent and unrestrained sneeze. The spray catches the side of your face and the arm you had wrapped around them. They leant a little to the side, but not nearly enough to avoid dousing you. You gasp in shock, both at the sensation of the spray settling on your heated skin and the way the sneeze had been absolutely perfect. Just the right mix of vocal desperation and spraying wetness. Their unguarded expression before and during their sneeze was painfully erotic in its naked vulnerability. To top it all off, their hand is still stroking you with expert precision, having barely faltered as they convulsed. You feel your orgasm lurch even closer. And then they sneeze all over again.
It's another incredibly intense, open affair; the spray drenches your arm as they sneeze with what seems, and certainly sounds, like all of their might. The sheer force of the eruption shudders through not only them but you and the entire couch. They seem to have purged the tickle - you watch through unblinking eyes as their expression loosens and becomes one of self-indulgent satisfaction - basking in the aftermath of a truly relieving pair of sneezes. They lick their shiny lips clean and sniffle, then peer down at you in unabashed pleasure and mutter a shameless 'Bless me. Those felt fucking incredible.'
You cum instantly, writhing underneath them and groaning, their fingers moving gently with it and prolonging the release for you. When you finally sag back into the cushions, twitching and gasping, you see them staring at you inquisitively. They reach up with their free hand and sniffle, rubbing their itchy nose from side to side whilst they continue to watch you. Their nostrils flare and glisten with wetness; the motions of their efforts result in an audibly damp squishing sound. When you are unable to stifle another moan in response, your body shuddering with a couple of residual orgasmic spasms against their hand, their face splits into a grin.
You know they've got you all figured you out, and you want to be mortified at the degree of your transparency, but your body and mind are far too blissed out - and, like a benevolent sex god, their fingers are continuing to delicately stimulate you, promising many more orgasms to come. When they lean forward and rub their nose against your own, you exhale shakily. Then they tilt their mouth towards your ear, and say:
'I have the most aggravating tickle in my nose. I just want to sneeze. Will you help me?'
The irrepressible orgasm that rips through your body in response is the only answer they need; they laugh gently, working you through it. You're in for a long night.
