Feeling is believing - Sex Stories

Feeling is believing

Dorette was taking a stroll around her parents’ garden. While they were on holiday she was around for a couple of days to look after the house and to make sure the staff did their jobs properly. Of course, at nineteen she didn’t get as much respect from them as her father, who was a lot older, but the fear of her passing any complaints on made sure that most of the tasks were done properly. Grinning, she watched one of the boys pretending to be hard at work in the garden. She could tell he wasn’t in a very good shape. Not so much because of the blazing sun that was straight overhead, but more because he had kept her awake for most of the time that night. Well, not directly, but he seemed to her the kind of guy who had made the Spanish maid moan and scream with passion for half the night. And, she had to admit, the noise hadn’t left her untouched, but something inside her made her feel too proud to get turned on by the horny grunts of her father's personnel. She walked over to Richard and looked at him inquisitively. When she got close to him he looked up and saw the cynical smile on her face. “Well, Richard, heavy work isn’t it? Or are you still worn out from last night?” He shrugged his shoulders but she ignored the gesture, continuing her interrogation while she paced up and down in front of the lad, just to irritate him. “How come that a decent girl like Consuela sees anything in you? I mean, it was you who made her moan most of the night, wasn’t it?” The look on his face ...

... spoke a thousand words. Dorette knew she was on the right track and she loved to humiliate those who were lower in rank than her. “I can’t imagine you have anything to offer at all. You don’t really look like an athlete...” She noticed him trying to have a peek underneath her short, denim skirt. Slowly, she walked away from him, her eyes sparkling. Richard glanced around and followed her to a couple of trees that provided them with some cool shade. Grabbing her by the arm he snapped, “I might be a simpleton but I would like to see those posh gentlemen trying to get their dicks up twelve times within twenty four hours!” She looked at him mockingly, “Ha! If you think you can still perform after a night like that you are free to have me right here and now!” Of course she had hoped for a heated response from him but what happened next was even better than in her dreams. He pulled Dorette with her back against his chest, gripping hers with both hands. Before she knew it he had bared her small, sensitive tits and she shivered when his firm hands touched her nipples. In between her buttocks something was swelling inside his pants and she pushed her ass backwards against him. Richard didn’t need any more encouragement when she shoved her miniskirt up. He shoved her panties aside and his fingers moved through her pubic hair, straight for her warm cavity. Dorette shivered when she felt him touching her there. She moved her hips in such a way that she was steering her pussy in the right ...