Nora's Tale: 2 - Frisk on the Beach - Sex Stories

Nora's Tale: 2 - Frisk on the Beach

... dragged my fingers teasingly between my lips before bringing them up my torso and back to my breasts. Finally unable to take it much more, I brought my hands back to my puffy sex and sunk two of my cool fingers into my hot hole. I groaned at the penetration and immediately began to pump, positioning my thumb to rub against my engorged clit at every stroke. I pinched one of my nipples hard, and as I imagined Levi watching me, stroking his hard cock, I felt my release approaching. Already short of breath from my run, I was panting, my lungs burning, but I couldn’t stop. I brought my free fingers up to my mouth and bit down hard on them, restraining a whimper as hot wet pleasure engulfed my body. I slowly sank to my knees, unable to hold myself up. I sat there breathing hard, my long curtain of black hair hanging damp over my face, my fingers still in my pussy. Finally, I pushed my hair back with my free hand and looked deliberately at the window. I retrieved my slippery fingers from between my legs and traced my lips with them. They worked their way in slowly, and soon I was sucking hard on them, tasting my musky sweetness. I pushed myself back up on my wobbly legs, stooped to collect my wet clothes, and blew the attic window a kiss. Then, retrieving a towel from the hook near the shower, I hung my dripping outfit there in its place. I dried off the excess water from my body, wrung out my hair, then wrapped myself tightly before ascending the stairs to the back entrance of ...

... the house. Mom and Daddy were up, and had a steaming hot breakfast ready for me. I was pleasantly surprised by this, and my mouth instantly began to water. “Yum!” I said. “Good morning!” “Morning sweetie,” Mom said, kissing my cheek. “Morning baby doll,” Daddy said. “Let me make you a plate.” He got up from the breakfast nook and into the kitchen to bring me my food. “Oh Daddy, you do spoil me,” I said. I was about to sit down at the little table at the large window facing the backyard when Mom stopped me. “Are you wet?” she asked me. I blushed slightly at this, my pussy still throbbing from my very recent orgasm, but knew that wasn’t what she meant. I touched a hand to my tush overtop of the towel. It was damp. “Yes…” I groaned. Without further direction, I ran up four flights of stairs to my bedroom loft. I thought of grabbing my house coat, but decided against it. Instead, I went up to the roof to lay my towel out on the clothes line without it. If Levi was still there, he would see me naked again, and very soon. Glancing toward the window, I found a piece of paper propped up on the backrest of my favorite Adirondack chair – the one that was still facing Levi’s attic. I went over to investigate, and found that I had been left a note. YOU WERE SENSATIONAL, KNEESOCK NORA, it read in Levi’s characteristic upper-case block letters. I THINK WE SHOULD BE GOOD FRIENDS. XO, L. I had seen his writing before. Last night he had held up several messages for me in the window while I had ...