Sarah Redux - Part Four - Sex Stories

Sarah Redux - Part Four

I think we both woke about the same time on Saturday morning. The red mark on Sarah’s jaw line had turned black and blue, and was now more of a bruise than just a mark from the night before. Just by being there on the bed with Sarah cuddled close, I had a hardon. “Want to go for a drive today?” she asked, as she held my cock in her hand and slowly began to stroke it. “What are you thinking?” Sarah slowly slid her hand up and down my shaft, making sure to run her hand over the sensitive head. She knew the game. As long as she played with my cock, I wasn’t about to say no to anything she wanted to do. “I’d like to go to Kennebunkport. I haven’t been there in a long time." “I’ve never been there,” I told her, as that feeling of pleasure in my gut began to spread throughout my body. A plan quickly developed. Coffee, eggs, and toast for breakfast; a shower; a couple of jackets, in case the weather changed, and more coffee to go. First, however, what Sarah had started needed to be finished. Ever the experienced woman that she is, Sarah worked slowly, but methodically, and whispered little thoughts of what she liked about my cock. Within a few minutes she had me moaning and shaking, with clear, sticky pre-cum oozing out and running down over my shaft and her fingers. I sprayed hot cum over my stomach and her hand, as my orgasm quickly washed over me and I lost all control. We lay on the bed a few more minutes. Sarah slowly stroked my weakening shaft, coaxing every drop of seed out ...

... of my manhood. I tried to catch my breath while I enjoyed the afterglow of a morning orgasm. Kennebunkport, on Maine’s rocky coast, is full of little shops and restaurants, which we explored for most of the afternoon. But it was an old, two-story waterfront inn, a former sea captain’s house, that caught our attention. We ended up having dinner at the Inn before returning to the city. …………………. Sarah’s phone call came about 10:30 p.m. on a Thursday night. “I’m horny,” she informed me. “Interested in getting together?” Sarah was on one of her many business trips, visiting stores that were under her general management. She was in upstate New York, but was interested in seeing me the next day, and for the weekend, and suggested that we might meet at the Old Inn in Kennebunkport. If I could call and get us a room for the weekend, as soon as she finished her work on Friday she would drive directly to Kennebunkport and meet me. “Did I mention that I was horny?” she asked, before we hung up. The thing was that Sarah rarely expressed her need for sex, preferring, I think, to just act on those needs. Telling me that she was horny certainly had caught my attention. I made a reservation about five minutes after talking with Sarah. I called her back to confirm that we were all set, and to give her an approximate time that I would get to the Inn. Friday was a rainy but warm day. It’s an easy drive to Kennebunkport, which is located in southern Maine. There was little traffic, particularly ...