Chanel and Ethan 24 - Sex Stories

Chanel and Ethan 24

... my orgasm begins bubbling inside me, threatening to make an appearance. “Don’t stop,” I beg Ethan, tugging on his hair. His fingertips press into my hips and he drives his tongue deeper into my budding hole. When I feel his hand come between my legs and press on my clit --and knowing we need to hurry-- I welcome the fire inside me and cum furiously. “Ahh, I’m cumming.” I breathe heavily, my pussy tightening as I combust within. He increases his pressure everywhere for just a moment before quickly standing up and taking my pants with him. I have no time to compose myself as we start to hear people outside the door. My heart is pounding from the aftermath and the sudden stress of being caught. We still can’t help but smile at each other as I quickly button my pants. Ethan goes to the door and listens for a moment. “I’ll wait out here for you,” he whispers and I nod, praying to God no one’s waiting who would be able to know we were both in here. He doesn’t need to fix his hair or straighten his shirt. Ethan still looks flawless, as though our encounter didn’t jostle him at all. He’s good. He slips through the door and I lock it behind him. As I pick up my purse, I strain my ears to hear anything outside that door. I quickly fix myself in the mirror, making sure I don’t look like I just had an incredible orgasm, and am satisfied when my light makeup still looks perfect. When I exit the family bathroom, Ethan is waiting for me. We both smile wickedly at each other and when he grabs my hand we start laughing. Turning around the corner we nearly run into an official looking man in a vest with a badge. “Sorry,” Ethan and I both apologize and step out of his way. He’s looking at us suspiciously and our laughter is as dead as the Titanic. When we get far enough away without the man stopping us, we start laughing again. Damn, the shit we do always makes me terrified and elated. I always feel alive when I’m with Ethan.