The Arrival Of Claudia - Part 3 - Sex Stories

The Arrival Of Claudia - Part 3

... like joking. We had dinner on the terrace of a nice restaurant near a lake. Claudia had put on her leather skirt, this time combined with a thin white blouse. The cleavage was not as deep as during the exposure on the bench, but still rather defiant. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. We were not sitting opposite each other, but at an angle, so that our toys were within reach of each other under the cover of the damask table cloth. As soon as I had pushed on her chair she completely pulled up the zipper of her skirt, and immediately after I had taken my seat, she opened my fly. For her it was another opportunity to act out elements from one of my stories. For instance the highly erotic up and down movements along the pepper mill with her fingertips. And deliberately taking more time than necessary to move her chair when she excused herself to ‘powder her nose’, showing off her bare hanging tits. Leaving the table meant that she temporarily had to close her skirt, but she considered just above half way more than sufficient. Looking at the boats that were lying at the nearby marina she said, “I take it you don’t own a boat anymore?” “No I don’t.” “But you can no doubt handle one. Wouldn’t it be a nice idea to rent a boat and to sail to one of those small islands over there one day? And then we’re having a picnic, followed by making love, either on the island or on the boat. Maybe both. We can take Milou with us; he will enjoy being on the water as well, even in it.” “That ...

... is a perfect idea. We might do that tomorrow.” Having arrived back home, we left a trail of clothes behind us in the hallway and on the stairs, heading for the playing field. She wanted to watch the entire collection of pictures and then another video, to begin with. Now she had a preference for a film with two beautiful girls and a nice guy, of which she had seen the beginning earlier, at that had very much attracted her. When I started a slideshow of the photographs, she watched captivated. “You do have a great taste,” she commented, fingering herself. “Comparing those pictures with films, which do you prefer?” “The pictures. Films can be nice, certainly when they show something special, but generally speaking, photographs leave far more room for phantasy.” Shortly after the film had started she exclaimed that she was hotter than liquid metal. She wanted to be licked and eaten out, lying on her belly, at the same time watching the film. Later on I slowly fucked her, after she had pointed her lovely butt up, until the end of the action on the screen. Another movie followed and the game continued. Exhausted we went to sleep around midnight, after a nightcap on the terrace under a still full moon. The next day around four pm we returned from our trip. We were still dressed the way we had been on the water, that is to say as long as any clothing was required: Claudia in a bikini, and I in swimming trunks. “I’d better make myself decent as well,” I said to Claudia when she went ...