After the Storm - Sex Stories

After the Storm

... what she wanted, but he couldn’t hold back his own release. “I’m going to cum, baby,” he said as he pulled out just in time to spurt his hot creamy stream of cum across the bed sheets. “Oh my god, baby. That was so good,” he collapsed in bed next to her. Felicia tried to hide her frustration of her unrequited orgasm. As Michael laid back in bed, catching his breath, she took hold of his large slumping cock. She lowered her mouth to him and licked, tasting his cum and her own juices. “Ah, Felicia baby. I don’t think I can,” Michael protested. “I got this, baby.” Felicia smiled giving him the best blow job he ever had, and he definitely got hard again. “You’ve been learning new tricks." Michael was amazed by his own erection. Felicia just smiled as she straddled Michael and rode him. As they fucked, Felicia couldn’t help but wonder if Will was in his apartment right now listening in. If so, she was all for giving him a show as she moaned louder. It had only been a week since she put a stop to their hooking up. Felicia didn’t realized it would be so hard to give up something she didn’t even know she needed until recently. That something was to be fucked to complete and utter exhaustion. Just thinking about Will and his stamina made her climax sooner. Yes, she was fucking Michael, but Will was making her cum. ===== When Felicia walked into the laundry room and saw Will putting his clothes into the dryer, she turned to go back out, but it was too late, Will had already seen ...

... her. “So, now you’re avoiding me, too?” Will asked. Felicia turned back, walked over to the washer, and began to sort her laundry. “I’m not avoiding you. I’ve been busy, and so have you. We’re moving on, right?” “Yeah, of course,” Will said. As Felicia loaded her laundry into the washer, they both were silent. Will couldn’t resist looking at her as she leaned over the washer. She was fond of wearing the shortest shorts on wash day, so he had a view of her perfectly round ass and chocolate thighs, those thighs that he once had trembling in ecstasy. Felicia tried to stay focused on sorting her laundry, but she knew that Will was staring at her, mostly her ass. She couldn’t help looking over her shoulder and catching his eyes on her with that smile on his face. “What?” Felicia asked knowing full well what he was thinking. “Nothing, just admiring the view. I can still do that, can’t I?” Will teased. Felicia smiled. “Not for long.” “What do you mean by that?” Will asked curious. “I’m moving. Michael and I finally decided that we want to live together. I’m moving into his place,” Felicia admitted. Will suppressed the sudden surge of his true emotions. “Um, well, that’s good news for you, right?” “Yeah, yeah it is,” Felicia said, then added, “Actually, it’s all thanks to you.” “Me? You told Michael about us?” “Oh god, no. I don’t think I can ever do that,” Felicia said. “What I mean is, you taught me it’s okay to ask for what I want and that I can be a little naughty in the bedroom. ...