Re: Office Sex Fantasy: Part 3 - Sex Stories

Re: Office Sex Fantasy: Part 3

... although it started out fine, it ended horribly. Is this the window?" I smiled at the sudden change of subjects, and said, "Yes. You can see our cars and the bus stop, and if you look close, you can see the hand and breast prints are still on the glass." She took a deep breath and traced the prints without actually touching the glass. "I can't imagine how hot that was. I wish I could have been here." She smiled and stepped up close to me. Her smile faded, and she focused her attention on my chest. She slowly started to unbutton my shirt. "We were making out on his bed, and most of our clothes were off," she said. I was desperately trying to come up with a reason to stop her hands. There was a lot of pain in her voice, and I knew we needed to let her keep going. "We heard a noise, and we realized that his mom had come home early." Her warm hands slid up my bared chest, and there was fire in her eyes when as she looked up at me. "Don't even think to tease me for dating a guy that lived with his mom!" "Okay," I answered in a shaky voice. Her eyes flared in wonder and she flexed her fingers against my skin. "You like this?" she asked. "Yes, very much," I answered. "I may have to tease you the same way when our other talk is done," I warned. "I don't want to talk about that until you promise to help me." "I promise you won't need my help." "If that's true, then I don't need to seduce you," she purred. Somehow, she eased away while pressing her body closer to mine. "If I don't ...

... need to seduce you, then there's no reason for me to do this," she added as she pulled her shirt off. She had the cutest breasts. They were perfectly suited to her slender build. They were lifted up taut as she pulled her shirt off, and then settled as her hands came back to my chest. They were perfectly suited to fill my hands, and I couldn't wait to hold them and lift her perky nipples to my mouth. She pressed them firmly into the hair of my chest and hugged me close. She turned her head onto my shoulder and stayed in my arms. "Anne was so right," she murmured. After a moment, she said, "I think he was scared more than I was." I really struggled to get my mind back to her story. "He put his hand over my mouth, and he said those words." She was trembling as she held me, and I felt her tears on my chest. "He couldn’t have known," she whispered. "But why would he say them? Of all the things he could have said, why those words?" As I held her, I could feel her pain. I could sense her fear. Certainly she was warm and desirable in my arms, but sex could never have been further from my mind than it was at that moment. She wiped her tears and looked up at me. "I need you," she said. She wiped her eyes again, and said, "I need you so bad." I brushed some of the tears off her cheek. "I'm not sure I understand what you want." "Remember the favor? "Yes, you were explaining. I don't think you have asked yet." A shy smile played across her face. "It starts like this, but this is not the ...