Tony Takes Me Home - Sex Stories

Tony Takes Me Home

... Eventually he announced that we had arrived. He lived in a nice detached house in a small village a few miles out of town. His was the last one in a cul-de-sac, and after it there was nothing but fields for miles. He parked in the garage and then led me through the side door into his kitchen. I looked over the décor, and I have to say that, for a single man, he certainly seemed to have a good sense of taste. The kitchen was well fitted and the pictures were tasteful and simple. Tony threw his keys on the worktop and then showed me through to the lounge. My heart pounded as he sat down on the sofa, patting the seat next to him. Nervously, I sat down beside him, breathing in his cologne. He seemed quite calm, as if he'd done this kind of thing before. Which, in truth, he probably had. He asked if I wanted a drink, and I said yes, so he opened a bottle of wine and put on some quiet music. We sat and chatted for a while, and before I knew it, I'd had two large glasses of wine and was feeling a little squiffy. Tony had also got a lot closer, and I could feel the heat from his body. Occasionally, he would touch my arm, and I didn't make anything of it. I felt myself relaxing, and I found that his company was actually quite nice. He had a great sense of humour, and I warmed to him as the late afternoon slowly slipped into evening. My eyes couldn't help but keep wandering to his crotch, and I noticed that he was starting to bulge again. This time it seemed even bigger than earlier ...

... at work. We seemed to get to a natural space in the conversation, and then he surprised me by looking me squarely in the eyes and telling me that I was really very attractive. I blushed and looked down, partly in embarrassment and partly in satisfaction. I felt his hand caress my chin as he turned my face to meet his. Slowly, he leaned in and kissed me, gently. I responded in kind, and a moment later I tasted his tongue as it made its way across the divide, seeking out mine. He put his arms around me and I welcomed them as I melted into him. We kissed for what seemed like forever until we both came up for air. Tony smiled at me, then looked down at the clear outline of his cock, which seemed to be threatening to tear its way out of his trousers. I stared at it for second, then tentatively reached towards it. Gently, I rubbed his bulge through the material, amazed at the way it felt to have such a huge piece of meat beneath my fingers. Tony gave a satisfied moan as I rubbed him, and I saw a small damp spot appear next to his zipper. Without thinking, I reached forward and started to unbuckle his belt, then undid his trousers. Tony lay back on the sofa, letting me get on with the task of freeing his cock. He lifted his hips as I pulled down his trousers and boxer shorts, watching my face all the time. Finally, I was going to know if it was true or not! However, what sprang from his underwear was beyond comprehension. I could tell from rubbing him through his trousers that he was ...