The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 8 - Sex Stories

The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 8

... my voice, so that the passing carolers couldn't hear as I whispered: "And as soon as that stupid swan boat starts moving, we've got our hands all over each other. You hop up on my lap and we start kissing, I start copping a feel beneath that sweater you've got on..." I trailed off, pausing to take an appreciative glance at the way Tracy's luscious chest was straining against her Christmas sweater. "Do we have sex in the tunnel?" "No way," I laughed. "Way too cold and uncomfortable for a fantasy. No, we go straight back my car and we fuck in the parking lot." "With the heater on full blast," she giggled. "Of course, can't have us catching a hypothetical cold. Anyway, you hop up on my lap, and somehow we manage to struggle out of all our clothes--" "And then I rub my wet panties all over your face." I blinked, caught off-guard by her comment. "Just trying to contribute," Tracy grinned wickedly. "Oh, don't stop on my account." "No, this is your story. I just wanted to throw that in there." "Hey, by all means. You can throw your panties around any time you please, I won't complain." "Anyway--" "Anyway, back to the story: We're both buck naked, rubbing up against each other and fogging up the windows. I recline the driver's seat and lay down, and then I roll you over so those gorgeous big tits of yours are pointing up at the ceiling for me to fondle and play with." Tracy pointedly stuck out her chest towards me. “You mean these tits?” I started talking faster: "My cock is ...

... sticking straight up between your legs, pressing against the length of your slit." "Ooh, I like where this is going.'" "You're so fucking hot and so fucking wet--and your body is just drooling honey all over me. Before long, you've lubed up my cock so much that your body literally can't keep me out anymore--and every inch I've got to offer slips slowly up inside of you." Tracy shivered, enjoying the mental image. I circled around behind her--my arms still tightly hugging the girl's curvy body. "Then what happens?" she whispered. "Then we fuck as hard as we can, as fast as we can, and you come like fifty times before I pull out and blow my load all over your stomach." As I spoke, I gave her both of her breasts a good firm squeeze. "I think I'm gonna like this story," she panted. "Tell me more." I playfully nipped at her ear. "Maybe I should tell you in the car." ******** RIA ******** "But it's closed," Connor frowned, staring up at the dark, abandoned ice rink on the outskirts of town. "So what? Let's sneak in. It'll be fun!" "Sneak in?" he looked uncertain. "What, you can't break the rules anymore now that you're a cop?" "It’s not that..." "Good, because I plan on breaking a lot of rules with you later tonight." He grinned. "I can't ice skate," he laughed. "Really? Mister 'Varsity-letterman-every-sport-known-to-man' can't skate?" "Never even tried." I took his hand in mine. "Me neither." Sneaking into the rink wasn't too tough. It was outdoors and there was nobody around, so all we ...