Sally-Ann's Rain Man - Sex Stories

Sally-Ann's Rain Man

... of my swish-flops, hitting me occasionally but never in the face, always on my butt. Beanie was up high on top of Grandma’s Wardrobe, well out of the way, watching us, her tail twitching and I swear if a cat could smile, Beanie was doing it. Thomas somehow always managed to get behind me...wow he is fast when he wants to be. He was laughing as we ran all through the house, teasing me by telling me I hit like a girl as I chased him outside and around the house and then inside again. I dare say if he were to hit me hard instead of playfully lightly, it would hurt. Apparently Thomas is not a man afraid of spontaneous silliness or just good plain fun! What a nice time we’re going to have at the Renaissance Fair tomorrow. I spent my teen years after sixteen with young men in their twenties to early thirties with money and fast cars who imagined themselves cool and sophisticated. I emulated them and the older woman surrounding them to fit in. They would have dismissed me as a silly child if I did this with them. Instead of leaving home, it is times like this that I wish I had moved in with Grandma Beanie to finish High School and then college to be with people my own age. It ended when Thomas suddenly grabbed me around the waist and bringing me back to the bedroom to sit on the bed to down beside him. Thomas took my hands and kissed them, first one and then the other, “You’re incredible, baby, not to mention delicious, succulent and sweet…sweeter than the nectar of the most ...

... exotic of flowers....not to mention one heck of a lot of fun; a pillow fight of all things. “And you’re handsome, blue eyes,” I messed up his hair, “plus you’re charming and reserved, except when you’re silly and playful. Are you always like this? “Only with you.” I took Thomas’s handsome face in my hands and kissed his lips, “It will be my pleasure to please you now, Sir.” “What do you have in mind, baby?” “Let me show you,” I pushed him down on his back and started kissing and licking him all over, starting with his face and working my way down to hard cock. I started licking the tip of his cock, looking up and smiling; looking into his blue eyes, while moving my tongue in a circle around the circumference alternating by fluttering my tongue on the tip. Thomas’s hands were buried in my hair to keep it out of my mouth and he was moaning softly while I licked and sucked; I was getting aroused all over again when..... “You can finish that another time; lie down on your back and take it like a woman because I am going to take it like a man.” My Rain Man kissed my face, behind my ears, working his way down my neck kissing to the base of my throat, returning to my ears, licking and nibbling on the lobs, “Too many kisses?” he asked. “Never too many kisses,” I whispered, “please, Thomas, let me suck on your cock,” he silenced me by kissing my lips, his tongue seeking mine. ‘My god,’ I was thinking, ‘he is making me so horny that I’m almost ready to orgasm again.’ Thomas started kissing ...