Sarah Redux - Part Four - Sex Stories

Sarah Redux - Part Four

... her sweater. Sitting on the rocks next to the towering angle iron light support were two other couples watching the fog bank approach. Minutes after we arrived, the other couples began to make their way back to shore, wanting to get back to the Inn before the fog enveloped the jetty. Sarah and I stayed for a few more minutes, taking in the view back towards the Inn and the town just beyond. When I suggested we start back, Sarah wanted to stay for just a few more minutes. When I suggested that it would be difficult to see our way back if we stayed out on the jetty much longer, she proposed staying and seeing what it would be like sitting out on the jetty in the fog. Within minutes, we were surrounded by a mist so thick that we could hardly see each other. The only sound was that of the waves lapping at the jetty rocks. Even our voices seemed deeper, thicker, and slower in the fog. It was eerie, and probably dangerous, but it was an adventure. And Sarah liked adventures. We sat on the rocks, Sarah’s arm curled around mine, as the fog became thicker; so much so that we could hardly see each other’s face even though we were sitting side by side. “Ever fooled around in the fog?” she asked. “I’ve never even sat in the fog before,” I said with a laugh. “Want to?” Sarah asked. “You’re kidding!” I responded. “No one can see us.” Sarah reached between my legs and began rubbing her hand over my limp shaft. “I can’t even see you.” I told her. “We’ll just do it for a few minutes and ...

... see what it’s like.” she said, now running her hand over a developing erection trapped within my shorts. At Sarah’s request, I unzipped my shorts and released my manhood into the cool, sticky air. Sarah quickly gripped my warm, solid shaft with her cold hand and fingers. Her icy touch made me jump. We moved closer together as she slowly caressed my cock, which was already throbbing and leaking pre-cum. I could smell Sarah’s lilac perfume as it hung in the thick air surrounding us, but I could not see Sarah. I could not even see my cock and her hand. Sarah’s slow stroking, and particular attention to the sensitive, now well lubed crown of my manhood, sent waves of pleasure through my body. Not having the ability to see what Sarah was doing, I could only concentrate on the touch of her hand and the pleasure she was imparting. It was a new sensation; no visual stimulation, just pleasure, both physical and mental. Blood rushed to my face, my breath quickened, and my body went limp. I leaned back and surrendered to Sarah’s touch. Sarah, without sight, could only feel. And what she felt seemed bigger to her; longer, thicker, heavier. Her senses played with her mind, and her roguish interest in teasing my cock in the fog became more of a focused plan of action. The thought of mischievous sex in the envelope of fog had grown to a naughty desire, a need. Sarah wanted my man seed. “Stand up.” she whispered. It was a voice coming from nowhere and everywhere. I experienced an odd, yet ...